[Individual lessons. Good. That meant less likelihood of someone seeing this disaster waiting to happen.
Albert waited outside of the western entrance of the barracks, hands in his coat pockets as he looked out upon the village. He had contacted Caesar to meet him at the building, vaguely telling his brother that he had something important to talk to him about.
While he was still not looking forward to taking the first step into the world of swordsmanship, there was a vague satisfaction that he would at least be dragging Caesar down with him. With his little brother, he could afford to be petty once in awhile.]
[A certain older brother has been acting rather strange lately. But, you know, when he hints at something important he wants to speak about, Caesar decides that he can put all this aside and meet with him, regardless of how... suspicious the whole situation is.
He takes his time in showing up, of course, but certainly not as long as he might have taken if it were someone else. And Albert isn't very hard to spot when Caesar gets there.
...but something still doesn't feel right about all this. Hmm.]
[Albert has a stern expression in place. Considering they had never really resolved that conversation they had last week, it made sense to greet Caesar without the vaguely-relaxed air he usually had around him. He watches Caesar approach, frowning.]
Let's go inside.
[No pleasantries, no comments about last week. Albert just gestured towards the door and told Caesar to follow him.]
[Well, that wasn't entirely unusual, at least. They tended to do that, whenever they had such strange conversations. It would be awkward for a while, but they'd probably just move on and not mention it. Eventually. So as Caesar quietly (...or lazily) followed his brother's instructions, he was more concerned with what he wanted to talk about rather than, well, all of that.
And see, Caesar's kind of stuck on that thought when he enters the building, so he doesn't quite realize the set-up of things. Or its purpose. But he's not going to like it when he does.]
[Wait, "other?" That gets Caesar's attention, more than the fact that hey, he remembers this guy. He turns to look at his brother, a bit of a frown on his face.]
["For what?" Very sly, Albert. Sigmund is hardly going to turn away a student, though. Instead, he will try to herd them in the general direction of the ring.]
[Though he is reluctant, Albert has already conceded to one lesson with Sigmund. He looks at Caesar and heads towards the ring, as if confirming what Sigmund said.]
[Oh, come now, Caesar. Sigmund will even hold the rope up so everyone can get in the ring more easily. It would be a good idea. He doesn't look like he'll be amenable to any escape attempts.]
[It's okay, Caesar's too busy hating his brother to attempt to escape! He rolls his eyes at Albert's words and walks over to the ring. He only speaks up as he passes Sigmund.]
Yeah, yeah, that's what I've heard.
[Even if it doesn't sound like it, he means no disrespect toward Sigmund. Really. It's this jerk he's standing next to right now. The one he's not looking at because alksjdhad he could strangle him right now.
Is that wise when both of us have no idea what we are doing? [Of course, Albert's real concern is that Caesar might do something stupid once he gets his hands on a weapon.
...Nonetheless, he heads towards the weapons, unbuttoning his coat along the way.]
[Seeing his brother head toward the wasters puts Caesar in a bit of a dilemma. On one hand, there's no way in hell he'd let Albert show him up. Not without a fight, at least. Then again, he was going to embarrass himself and he knew it. This was stupid, and he wanted nothing to do with it. At all.
He just sighs, going to pick up one of the wasters himself. No point in echoing his brother's concern, after all.]
Albert waited outside of the western entrance of the barracks, hands in his coat pockets as he looked out upon the village. He had contacted Caesar to meet him at the building, vaguely telling his brother that he had something important to talk to him about.
While he was still not looking forward to taking the first step into the world of swordsmanship, there was a vague satisfaction that he would at least be dragging Caesar down with him. With his little brother, he could afford to be petty once in awhile.]
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He takes his time in showing up, of course, but certainly not as long as he might have taken if it were someone else. And Albert isn't very hard to spot when Caesar gets there.
...but something still doesn't feel right about all this. Hmm.]
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Let's go inside.
[No pleasantries, no comments about last week. Albert just gestured towards the door and told Caesar to follow him.]
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And see, Caesar's kind of stuck on that thought when he enters the building, so he doesn't quite realize the set-up of things. Or its purpose. But he's not going to like it when he does.]
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Sir Silverberg. This is the other you mentioned?
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You are correct, Sir Sigmund. This is Caesar. He will be joining us today.
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[Wait, "other?" That gets Caesar's attention, more than the fact that hey, he remembers this guy. He turns to look at his brother, a bit of a frown on his face.]
For what?
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For sword training.
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Why else would you be here?
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Not for this.
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Defending oneself is a vital skill.
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Come along, Caesar. ["Join me on the side."]
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Yeah, yeah, that's what I've heard.
[Even if it doesn't sound like it, he means no disrespect toward Sigmund. Really. It's this jerk he's standing next to right now. The one he's not looking at because alksjdhad he could strangle him right now.
If he had the strength in the first place.]
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He drops the rope and gestures to the pile of wasters.]
Select a weapon to start with. You'll spar with each other.
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...Nonetheless, he heads towards the weapons, unbuttoning his coat along the way.]
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He just sighs, going to pick up one of the wasters himself. No point in echoing his brother's concern, after all.]
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