[Thread] It was like looking into a mirror.

[payitgladly]

Characters: OU John Preston, OPEN
Where: anywhere (make it clear one way or another, please)
When: sometime in the afternoon
Summary: Preston arrives and immediately starts to explore the compound.
Warnings: Possible violence? If anyone wants to try and beat up on the Warden look-alike, be my guest. He can more than defend himself.

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[payitgladly]

Preston frowned a little more deeply at Kane's description of the Cleric. He began to object, but politely waited for the other to finish. His head tilted down a bit as he listened. At the end of it all he glanced back up. "Not of war. There is no war where I'm from." He shook his head minutely. "I have heard tale of what our enemy is like. Basics. I heard that physical means of fighting have little effect, and this makes sense to me considering the idea of them being made of pure energy. I have expressed my thoughts on why I do not think I am such a grand choice of fighters in such a war, but they hardly matter to the ones in charge. Of course." He paused briefly. "But if a weapon is made to counter these beings, I am more than adequate for using such a device efficiently on the enemy."

He hesitated only slightly before asking a question of his own. "By 'black-powder marksmanship'--you refer to olden projectile weapons? Could you not just as easily learn the use of other projectile weapons? --Considering I'm sure you could have access to such designs in this place. And, what type of fencing are you proficient in?"

[puritanjustice]

Kane found himself liking this John's straight-forwardness and no-nonsense. He already knew the skills he'd come to Neocontra with, on their own, wouldn't harm the Entropi. But he was holding out the possibility that someone would find a way, and in a manner (firearms in this case) he was master of.

"Aye, exactly that." confirmed the Puritan. He drew one of the single-shot wheellock pistols from his belt, flipped it over by the barrel for John to examine if he wished. "I could of course avail of more futuristic weaponry, and easily given enough time. But old habits die hard." He removed his hat. "My swordsmanship is English-trained. I studied the French ways when I served with the Huguenots as well as the Spaniard-style as a way of knowing my enemy. I can fight Florentine* if need be."

*dual-wield eg rapier and dirk

[payitgladly]

John had nothing else going for him except to be perfectly logical in all matters. If that meant holding out for someone to make a weapon he could use proficiently (likely a firearm, but some sort of blade wouldn't be entirely improbable or impossible for him either) then that was simply were his reasoning would lead him. Otherwise, why bring him into this war? It would be illogical, and that was not acceptable.

Preston reached out idly to finger the primitive weapon, glancing up for confirmation to take hold of it before actually doing so to take a closer look. He eyed it intently for a moment then returned it. It would be more than useless for a Gun Kata master such as himself. But against others of the same time period it was perfectly adequate he imagined. It seemed well kept and in, for an in use object, more or less perfect condition. That in and of itself gave Preston more of an insight into the man before him.

"A master of several different forms," the Cleric noted with almost a hint of something that might be considered as satisfaction by anyone not from Libria. He gave a curt nod. "Excellent. How do you think such techniques would hold up against a Kendo way of fighting? Perhaps one day we test it out."

[puritanjustice]

John's suggestion sent an invigorating rush into the wandering warrior's heart. It was the thrill of a dawning battle. He hadn't known this since he had last duelled with young Alex, who had vanished from Econtra a month ago.

Devon's King of Swords smiled lightly, and mayhap a touch gratefully that John gave him the chance to not let his skills atrophy. This would be a worthy battle. "A duel with the Eastern styles at thy convenience." He bowed, a steely glint in his blue gaze. "Sir Preston... I accept thy invitation."

OOC: Yo, I'll be dropping Rory into the Open Batman thread after a party with the dudes. It's time the Bat Family's Econtran uncle met the father. =D

[payitgladly]

There was a brief upwards curve to one side of Preston's mouth then he ducked his head low in a curt nod and when he raised his gaze again the smirk was gone. "Good. Until then, I should probably get better acquainted with my new surroundings if you do not mind."

((Yay!! I've been wanting to do a thread with Rory since Tony met him! XD))