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[chessandlatin]

*John is, for lack of a better thing to do, practising his sword drill in a fairly large empty room. He's currently leaning against a wall, eyeing the sword opposite him rather balefully in an attempt to regain his breath*

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[goldenlapwing]

Happening to pass by, Rina also happens to hear the sounds within the room and, thoughtlessly curious as ever, takes a look inside. "...hello?"

[chessandlatin]

John straightens up and tries to get his hair into some sort of order, bowing slightly. "Good day, madam."

[goldenlapwing]

She laughs quickly at that. "I'm no madam," she assures him, and offers a hand and a smile. "I'm Rina."

[chessandlatin]

He takes her hand and kisses it lightly, smiling. "Pleased to meet you, then, Miss Rina. I am John Grey."

[_ladydisdain_]

Beatrice, having recently come in from a walk, will wander in, closing her parasol-- and when she looks up, she's a little surprised to find someone else in the room, but quickly makes a very ladylike curtsy. It's likely, however, that both she and the parasol are recognizable from certain random attacks on the public not too long ago.

[chessandlatin]

John arches an eyebrow and bows, looking amused. "Good day, miss."

[_ladydisdain_]

"Good day, Signior." She glances curiously at the sword-- she may not swoon over soldiers like many young ladies, but like many women who haven't quite gotten over girlhood, she takes a certain delight in the idea of battles-- the sort that comes from having no idea what they're like, and having heard a great deal of stories exaggerated to make the teller seem dashing and brave (though she's a little too sharp to believe most of them.)

[chessandlatin]

"I was practising," John nods towards the sword, shrugging a bit. "It was badly needed, if I might add." This is said with a wry grin -- a King's soldier should not need that much practise with a sword, after all.

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