RP log with Georg
Who: Geddoe
trueltning_fury and Georg Prime
killer_rune
When: the afternoon, after all the mayhem with Luca
Where: outside by Juan's dojo
What: a sparring match that gets abruptly cancelled...and Geddoe uses Georg for info like he does all his best sources
Geddoe: *despite the cold, Geddoe is sitting on the front porch of the manor house, running a whetstone along the blade of his sword as if taking out some kind of aggression on it*
Georg: *Stops in front of the manor as he returns from a stroll around the town, hoping to alleviate his boredom. It hasn't, and he sighs. As he looks around, he notices Geddoe and his ... palpable anger.* "Hey there. You, uh ..." *looks at the sword* "...okay?"
Geddoe: *lifts his head with a scowl, which relaxes upon seeing who it is* Oh. Georg. Uh... *looks down at the super-sharp blade catching the pale winter sunlight* ...well, now that you mention it, no. I thought I could calm my thoughts by giving old Wild Geese a sharpen, but...
Georg: *laughs* Well, I don't think you're going to get it much sharper than that. What's on your mind? Not the tournament, I hope. *quickly slips a piece of paper that looks suspiciously like a tournament bracket into his pocket*
Geddoe: The tournament... *sort of winces* That's right. I made it in, Juan let me know privately. *sighs hard* No, it's this business with Yuber. There's too much going on and I can't sit by and ignore it. Though, now that you bring it up... *looks at the sword again* ...I have been looking for a sparring partner...
Georg: *a little embarrassed as he really has no idea what's been going on lately* Ah ... I guess I'm really out of the loop, aren't I? But, if sparring would help take your mind off it, then by all means! I already filled out my bracket, but I could always use the informa-- *coughs, turns serious* I'd be honored to help you practice before the matches start.
Geddoe: I think I'd like that. Kyle told me I ought to cross swords with you. *gets up and sheathes his sword, a lighter look coming across his face* And since you're not in the tournament itself, sparring with you should be a worthy alternative.
Georg: *laughs* There seem to be so many rumors about me going around this town. I'm glad you've only heard the positive ones! *lightly touches his sword's handle* I'm really not one for competition, but I suppose I can't go making a liar out of Kyle. And it's for a good cause, after all~
Geddoe: Good. Let's head down to the field by Juan's dojo. I know the footing isn't the best in the snow but that'll add a nice level of difficulty to it. *leads the way confidently, down the steps and across the courtyard*
Georg: *follows along, occasionally eyeing the now supremely sharpened sword at Geddoe's side* Now, don't think you'll have it easy just because I came from Falena. I spent a good amount of time up in the northern Grasslands when I was younger. This may not be my native soil, but I've had quite a few good battles on it--*suddenly slides forward a few inches, but catches himself immediately. Looks to make sure Geddoe didn't see that.*
Geddoe: *glances over his shoulder with his good eye* Oh? I didn't know that. Well, then. I won't hesitate, either. Anyone who's traveled in the Grasslands for fun knows their way around a blade. *begins to smile a little* I've been looking for a challenge. And something tells me I need it, or I'll never stay as honed as my sword.
Georg: *looks out over the approaching field, still testing the ground a bit with each step.* Good. I've been itching to get back out ever since I got here. I thought a vacation would do me good, but ... it's surprising just how long the day really is when you're not involved in some sort of war. *laughs* Well, the only stipulation I'm going to make is no magic. Though, you don't exactly strike me as a mage~ *is absolutely clueless about anything magic or rune related*
Geddoe: *raises an eyebrow at Georg as he steps out onto the field and tests the traction of the snow, tamping it with his foot* You're not aware...? Well. I do have a fairly powerful rune but I won't use it in sparring. Serious battle situations only. *paces a bit and breathes deeply of the chill air - it's a good day for a fight* I agree. No runes. We'll go until one is unable or unwilling to continue. Yield or knockdown. *grins a little* And no blood, either, if we can help it.
Georg: Oh, really? Huh, I wouldn't have guessed! *dumb grin* I've been carrying a killer rune around for as long as I can remember, but damned if I even know how it works. *steps into the field, still smiling.* Yield or knockdown, no blood, huh? I think I can handle that. *has actually been sitting around all week reading books and eating food -- is not ready for this fight at ALL*
Geddoe: A Killer Rune? Impressive. *draws his sword and settles into a waiting stance* Try not to use it accidentally on me, please? Not that I fear death, but I don't know what my rune would do to counter it.
Georg: That much I can do! *mumbles:* it's getting it to work when I NEED it to that's tricky ... *sighs and straightens up* All right. Let's get this show on the road, then, shall we? *leans down and grabs the handle of his sword, examining Geddoe from across the field for a moment, then takes off toward him, drawing his sword only seconds before passing the other man.*
Geddoe: *unused to this style of fighting, he blocks just barely in time, the swords ringing off each other. Geddoe spins in place, holding the sword with both hands* Damn. You're fast. I'll have to adjust my thinking.
Georg: *slides as he passes by, his footing badly off* Oh, damn! *nearly drops his sword as the ringing reverberates down it, the severe chill in the air increasing the pain in his hands.* Now I remember why I left this place for warmer climates. *remembers Geddoe behind him, turns around quickly, his sword extended away from his body*
Geddoe: *once it's clear he's not about to be attacked again immediately, he rushes Georg, shifting the sword into one hand and swinging high toward his shoulder*
Georg: *blocks Geddoe's sword with his own and struggles to overcome his strength and push him back. After a brief struggle, he slides out and to the side, jumping back from the other man's side to gather himself up again.* That was all with one hand? Pretty strong ...
Geddoe: Thanks. *takes a step back to focus, study Georg's posture, and consider his next move* You're not so bad yourself, to hold me off. *steps forward slowly, and then lunges into a quick feint to the left even though his blade is in his right hand*
Georg: *readies a defensive stance as he approaches, but catches the glint of Geddoe's sword in the sunlight and manages to catch it with his own just before the two collide, sending him past the other. Georg stumbles on the ground a bit, but catches himself.* Good thing you sharpened it so much, I might not have seen it otherwise. *laughs, but sounds a bit winded as he sheathes his sword and readies himself for another quickdraw attack*
Geddoe: *pauses again when he sees Georg sheathe his sword, but no one's called yield yet* Yes, well...you didn't fall for my feint, either. *decides not to wait this time, but comes in at an angle, his favored right side toward Georg and most of his momentum behind the swing*
Georg: *smiles slightly as he thinks he's faster, and firmly grasps his sword's handle, ready to brandish it. However, Geddoe is already on top of him within a split second, and scowling, Georg bails to the side, landing in the snow.* D-Dammit! I think I-- did it freeze? *is ready to take any excuse over the fact that he hasn't been in a fight in nearly a month and his reaction time is drastically cut*
Geddoe: *turns quickly, his foot crunching in the snow as all his momentum was wasted on a strike that didn't connect* Georg...are you all right?
Georg: Uhhh.. *quickly stands, wiping off his cloak* Of course! I just, you know, my sword is ... *the sword pops out of the sheath immediately when he tries it. He glares at it.* Damn. I guess ... I guess ... *his eyes go unfocused for a moment and his body freezes. Suddenly he lets out an earth-shaking sneeze*
Geddoe: *lowers his sword, doing his best not to burst out laughing - though he does smirk* Maybe I should be glad you don't have a Blinking rune.
Georg: *seems to be in shock* This is ... weird. I don't get sick. No, no, it's okay. I'm just ... *contemplates faking a sickness to cover up for how out-of-shape-he-is, but let's out a very real sneeze once more as his sinuses suddely rebel on him.*
Geddoe: Do you want to stop? We've barely worked up a sweat but...I won't continue if you don't wish to. *rests the tip of his sword on the ground*
Georg: *turns away quickly, as he was already feeling the effects of the fight.* I think I might be ... *touches his nose in an unfamiliar way; it's running for the first time since he was a child* I think I ... shouldn't have spent so much time outside today when it was so ... cold.
Geddoe: *sighs in disappointment and sheathes his sword* Very well. A pity, to be getting sick at a time like this. I was beginning to wonder if Kyle's talk was all hot air. This couldn't be the real Georg Prime, could it?
Georg: *still in shock as his sinuses continue to clog* This is ... awful. It's only been a few months since the war ended... am I really getting that old? *remembers Geddoe suddenly, and looks over at him sheepishly* Geddoe, I'm sorry. I'm going to have to call a .. raincheck. Something's ... come up. *sneezes once more*
Geddoe: *shakes his head, and then comes over to Georg* All right. We'll put our battle on hold, for now. *claps Georg on the back* I'll have to find someone else to give me a workout. You should probably head to the infirmary, see if they can give you something for that.
Georg: Yeah ... I think I will. *shakes head as well, lets out an uncharacteristic sniffle.* I'll make it up to you, Geddoe, I promise. Don't count me out quite-- quite-- *another Viki-rivaling sneeze* .....quite yet.
Geddoe: *arches an eyebrow* Maybe next time we'll fight indoors. As long as I can convince Juan that tracking snow through his dojo won't hurt it. Come on. *guides Georg away with a hand on his shoulder* May I ask you something, on our way?
Georg: *realizes he'll never get any training in if he has to stay in the infirmary, frowns to himself.* What is it?
Geddoe: Lyon, and Roy. They're from your time, correct? Would you say you know them fairly well?
Georg: *toying a little with his sword as they walk, in between random bouts of sneezes* Oh, sure. I know Lyon pretty well. Roy's ... *sneeze* well Roy is Roy, which says a lot, but I've seen sides of him I feel he hasn't shown too many people here, yet. Why do you ask?
Geddoe: If you hadn't heard...Yuber attacked Lyon the other night, for no reason at all. Which is not unusual for him, but it was highly unexpected. Since then, someone has accused Roy of aiding Yuber's escape from the prison. I doubt this whole story on its face, but I thought to ask someone who knew them better if there was anything in Roy's character at all that would make him a likely suspect.
Georg: Roy? No, never! He can be a handful, I'll readily admit that, but he'd never be on the side of a person who'd hurt someone just because he was "bored." Not to mention if it was Lyon who was hurt ... there's just no -- *sneeze* Ah, dammit. There's just no way I'd believe that for a second.
Geddoe: *nods firmly* Thank you. That's what I most needed to know. Not that it makes my position any easier, but I wanted to be sure before I placed myself openly as an enemy of Luca Blight. *fishes out a handkerchief to offer Georg, he looks so needy of one* This is trouble we don't need right now.
Georg: *gladly takes the handkerchief it without a second thought* If someone's stirring up trouble with Roy and Lyon, I'd stand behind them without even having to hear the whole story. Even if I was ... sick.
Geddoe: Be careful. You might have to. *escorts Georg to the door of the manor* Just head in to the infirmary, they should be able to help you out.
Georg: Thanks, Geddoe. I appreciate it. And we will -- *braces for a sneeze ... it doesn't come.* We will finish our fight. Eventually. ........*sneeze*
Geddoe: *nods* I look forward to it. Go on, get yourself some rest, man. *slaps him on the shoulder to send him away*
trueltning_fury and Georg Prime
killer_rune
When: the afternoon, after all the mayhem with Luca
Where: outside by Juan's dojo
What: a sparring match that gets abruptly cancelled...and Geddoe uses Georg for info like he does all his best sources
Geddoe: *despite the cold, Geddoe is sitting on the front porch of the manor house, running a whetstone along the blade of his sword as if taking out some kind of aggression on it*
Georg: *Stops in front of the manor as he returns from a stroll around the town, hoping to alleviate his boredom. It hasn't, and he sighs. As he looks around, he notices Geddoe and his ... palpable anger.* "Hey there. You, uh ..." *looks at the sword* "...okay?"
Geddoe: *lifts his head with a scowl, which relaxes upon seeing who it is* Oh. Georg. Uh... *looks down at the super-sharp blade catching the pale winter sunlight* ...well, now that you mention it, no. I thought I could calm my thoughts by giving old Wild Geese a sharpen, but...
Georg: *laughs* Well, I don't think you're going to get it much sharper than that. What's on your mind? Not the tournament, I hope. *quickly slips a piece of paper that looks suspiciously like a tournament bracket into his pocket*
Geddoe: The tournament... *sort of winces* That's right. I made it in, Juan let me know privately. *sighs hard* No, it's this business with Yuber. There's too much going on and I can't sit by and ignore it. Though, now that you bring it up... *looks at the sword again* ...I have been looking for a sparring partner...
Georg: *a little embarrassed as he really has no idea what's been going on lately* Ah ... I guess I'm really out of the loop, aren't I? But, if sparring would help take your mind off it, then by all means! I already filled out my bracket, but I could always use the informa-- *coughs, turns serious* I'd be honored to help you practice before the matches start.
Geddoe: I think I'd like that. Kyle told me I ought to cross swords with you. *gets up and sheathes his sword, a lighter look coming across his face* And since you're not in the tournament itself, sparring with you should be a worthy alternative.
Georg: *laughs* There seem to be so many rumors about me going around this town. I'm glad you've only heard the positive ones! *lightly touches his sword's handle* I'm really not one for competition, but I suppose I can't go making a liar out of Kyle. And it's for a good cause, after all~
Geddoe: Good. Let's head down to the field by Juan's dojo. I know the footing isn't the best in the snow but that'll add a nice level of difficulty to it. *leads the way confidently, down the steps and across the courtyard*
Georg: *follows along, occasionally eyeing the now supremely sharpened sword at Geddoe's side* Now, don't think you'll have it easy just because I came from Falena. I spent a good amount of time up in the northern Grasslands when I was younger. This may not be my native soil, but I've had quite a few good battles on it--*suddenly slides forward a few inches, but catches himself immediately. Looks to make sure Geddoe didn't see that.*
Geddoe: *glances over his shoulder with his good eye* Oh? I didn't know that. Well, then. I won't hesitate, either. Anyone who's traveled in the Grasslands for fun knows their way around a blade. *begins to smile a little* I've been looking for a challenge. And something tells me I need it, or I'll never stay as honed as my sword.
Georg: *looks out over the approaching field, still testing the ground a bit with each step.* Good. I've been itching to get back out ever since I got here. I thought a vacation would do me good, but ... it's surprising just how long the day really is when you're not involved in some sort of war. *laughs* Well, the only stipulation I'm going to make is no magic. Though, you don't exactly strike me as a mage~ *is absolutely clueless about anything magic or rune related*
Geddoe: *raises an eyebrow at Georg as he steps out onto the field and tests the traction of the snow, tamping it with his foot* You're not aware...? Well. I do have a fairly powerful rune but I won't use it in sparring. Serious battle situations only. *paces a bit and breathes deeply of the chill air - it's a good day for a fight* I agree. No runes. We'll go until one is unable or unwilling to continue. Yield or knockdown. *grins a little* And no blood, either, if we can help it.
Georg: Oh, really? Huh, I wouldn't have guessed! *dumb grin* I've been carrying a killer rune around for as long as I can remember, but damned if I even know how it works. *steps into the field, still smiling.* Yield or knockdown, no blood, huh? I think I can handle that. *has actually been sitting around all week reading books and eating food -- is not ready for this fight at ALL*
Geddoe: A Killer Rune? Impressive. *draws his sword and settles into a waiting stance* Try not to use it accidentally on me, please? Not that I fear death, but I don't know what my rune would do to counter it.
Georg: That much I can do! *mumbles:* it's getting it to work when I NEED it to that's tricky ... *sighs and straightens up* All right. Let's get this show on the road, then, shall we? *leans down and grabs the handle of his sword, examining Geddoe from across the field for a moment, then takes off toward him, drawing his sword only seconds before passing the other man.*
Geddoe: *unused to this style of fighting, he blocks just barely in time, the swords ringing off each other. Geddoe spins in place, holding the sword with both hands* Damn. You're fast. I'll have to adjust my thinking.
Georg: *slides as he passes by, his footing badly off* Oh, damn! *nearly drops his sword as the ringing reverberates down it, the severe chill in the air increasing the pain in his hands.* Now I remember why I left this place for warmer climates. *remembers Geddoe behind him, turns around quickly, his sword extended away from his body*
Geddoe: *once it's clear he's not about to be attacked again immediately, he rushes Georg, shifting the sword into one hand and swinging high toward his shoulder*
Georg: *blocks Geddoe's sword with his own and struggles to overcome his strength and push him back. After a brief struggle, he slides out and to the side, jumping back from the other man's side to gather himself up again.* That was all with one hand? Pretty strong ...
Geddoe: Thanks. *takes a step back to focus, study Georg's posture, and consider his next move* You're not so bad yourself, to hold me off. *steps forward slowly, and then lunges into a quick feint to the left even though his blade is in his right hand*
Georg: *readies a defensive stance as he approaches, but catches the glint of Geddoe's sword in the sunlight and manages to catch it with his own just before the two collide, sending him past the other. Georg stumbles on the ground a bit, but catches himself.* Good thing you sharpened it so much, I might not have seen it otherwise. *laughs, but sounds a bit winded as he sheathes his sword and readies himself for another quickdraw attack*
Geddoe: *pauses again when he sees Georg sheathe his sword, but no one's called yield yet* Yes, well...you didn't fall for my feint, either. *decides not to wait this time, but comes in at an angle, his favored right side toward Georg and most of his momentum behind the swing*
Georg: *smiles slightly as he thinks he's faster, and firmly grasps his sword's handle, ready to brandish it. However, Geddoe is already on top of him within a split second, and scowling, Georg bails to the side, landing in the snow.* D-Dammit! I think I-- did it freeze? *is ready to take any excuse over the fact that he hasn't been in a fight in nearly a month and his reaction time is drastically cut*
Geddoe: *turns quickly, his foot crunching in the snow as all his momentum was wasted on a strike that didn't connect* Georg...are you all right?
Georg: Uhhh.. *quickly stands, wiping off his cloak* Of course! I just, you know, my sword is ... *the sword pops out of the sheath immediately when he tries it. He glares at it.* Damn. I guess ... I guess ... *his eyes go unfocused for a moment and his body freezes. Suddenly he lets out an earth-shaking sneeze*
Geddoe: *lowers his sword, doing his best not to burst out laughing - though he does smirk* Maybe I should be glad you don't have a Blinking rune.
Georg: *seems to be in shock* This is ... weird. I don't get sick. No, no, it's okay. I'm just ... *contemplates faking a sickness to cover up for how out-of-shape-he-is, but let's out a very real sneeze once more as his sinuses suddely rebel on him.*
Geddoe: Do you want to stop? We've barely worked up a sweat but...I won't continue if you don't wish to. *rests the tip of his sword on the ground*
Georg: *turns away quickly, as he was already feeling the effects of the fight.* I think I might be ... *touches his nose in an unfamiliar way; it's running for the first time since he was a child* I think I ... shouldn't have spent so much time outside today when it was so ... cold.
Geddoe: *sighs in disappointment and sheathes his sword* Very well. A pity, to be getting sick at a time like this. I was beginning to wonder if Kyle's talk was all hot air. This couldn't be the real Georg Prime, could it?
Georg: *still in shock as his sinuses continue to clog* This is ... awful. It's only been a few months since the war ended... am I really getting that old? *remembers Geddoe suddenly, and looks over at him sheepishly* Geddoe, I'm sorry. I'm going to have to call a .. raincheck. Something's ... come up. *sneezes once more*
Geddoe: *shakes his head, and then comes over to Georg* All right. We'll put our battle on hold, for now. *claps Georg on the back* I'll have to find someone else to give me a workout. You should probably head to the infirmary, see if they can give you something for that.
Georg: Yeah ... I think I will. *shakes head as well, lets out an uncharacteristic sniffle.* I'll make it up to you, Geddoe, I promise. Don't count me out quite-- quite-- *another Viki-rivaling sneeze* .....quite yet.
Geddoe: *arches an eyebrow* Maybe next time we'll fight indoors. As long as I can convince Juan that tracking snow through his dojo won't hurt it. Come on. *guides Georg away with a hand on his shoulder* May I ask you something, on our way?
Georg: *realizes he'll never get any training in if he has to stay in the infirmary, frowns to himself.* What is it?
Geddoe: Lyon, and Roy. They're from your time, correct? Would you say you know them fairly well?
Georg: *toying a little with his sword as they walk, in between random bouts of sneezes* Oh, sure. I know Lyon pretty well. Roy's ... *sneeze* well Roy is Roy, which says a lot, but I've seen sides of him I feel he hasn't shown too many people here, yet. Why do you ask?
Geddoe: If you hadn't heard...Yuber attacked Lyon the other night, for no reason at all. Which is not unusual for him, but it was highly unexpected. Since then, someone has accused Roy of aiding Yuber's escape from the prison. I doubt this whole story on its face, but I thought to ask someone who knew them better if there was anything in Roy's character at all that would make him a likely suspect.
Georg: Roy? No, never! He can be a handful, I'll readily admit that, but he'd never be on the side of a person who'd hurt someone just because he was "bored." Not to mention if it was Lyon who was hurt ... there's just no -- *sneeze* Ah, dammit. There's just no way I'd believe that for a second.
Geddoe: *nods firmly* Thank you. That's what I most needed to know. Not that it makes my position any easier, but I wanted to be sure before I placed myself openly as an enemy of Luca Blight. *fishes out a handkerchief to offer Georg, he looks so needy of one* This is trouble we don't need right now.
Georg: *gladly takes the handkerchief it without a second thought* If someone's stirring up trouble with Roy and Lyon, I'd stand behind them without even having to hear the whole story. Even if I was ... sick.
Geddoe: Be careful. You might have to. *escorts Georg to the door of the manor* Just head in to the infirmary, they should be able to help you out.
Georg: Thanks, Geddoe. I appreciate it. And we will -- *braces for a sneeze ... it doesn't come.* We will finish our fight. Eventually. ........*sneeze*
Geddoe: *nods* I look forward to it. Go on, get yourself some rest, man. *slaps him on the shoulder to send him away*