That's correct. [Her room is spartan, very bare aside from the desk, filing cabinets behind her chair, and a saber hanging on the wall behind her. She looks up.] Who are you and what can you do that makes you worth a damn?
Sir, I'm Lady Knight Keladry of Mindelan. I trained as a page for four years under Sir Wyldon of Cavall, during which time I saw combat. I was squired for four years to Lord Sir Raoul of the King's Own, a peace-keeping force for the whole realm-[Kel adds, quite suddenly realizing this formidable person would not know those names]-during which time I also saw combat. After surviving my Ordeal, and being knighted, I have spent the last two years over-seeing, and leading the defense of a refugee camp.
[She pauses, too briefly to be a hesitation]
I have no ties to this country, sir, but I do not wish to see innocents caught up in a war that is no business of theirs. I would like to be useful, sir.
Hm. Not bad. [She says, crossing her arms over her chest as she leans back. This woman's from a timeline unlike this one-- further back, likely-- by the sound of it.] Unfortunately, your awards and status back home means nothing here. I judge people by what I can see them do, not the praise others have heaped on them.
I can, sir. [A slightly longer hesitation this time] Not with the weapons I've seen are used most here, though I am willing to learn. I can use swords, pole-arms, and a long bow, and I have training in unarmed combat.
[Kel jerks back and to the side, stepping in towards Olivier to make her blade harder to use. Automatically, she turns, grabbing for the thrusting wrist, trying to get Olivier's arm over her shoulder and throw her]
[The desk is between them, meaning that while Kel is easily able to grab her wrist, there's not the leverage needed to throw a woman of Olivier's stature. Not that she'd let her, anyway. Her free hand drops to the holster at her left side, pulling out a dagger, which she brings around in a slash.]
[Kel keeps pulling, yanking at the wrist she has a hold of, trying to shake loose the sword. She's in too close to twist enough away from the knife and she hisses in pain as she feels a slash to her side.
Fiercely, she pushes Olivier's arm down towards the edge of the desk. Not wanting to break it, even if she could, but pain for pain...]
Still, you're not hopeless. [She says, taking out her own handkerchief and wiping her dagger clean before resheathing it. When it seems that Kel is just going to bandage the wound, she frowns.] Out of the office, down the hall, closet on the left. Medical supply room. For gods' sake, disinfect it before you bandage.
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darwinatrix) wrote2015-04-19 03:41 pm
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Sir. I was told to come here if I wished to apply to RISE.
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After surviving my Ordeal, and being knighted, I have spent the last two years over-seeing, and leading the defense of a refugee camp.
[She pauses, too briefly to be a hesitation]
I have no ties to this country, sir, but I do not wish to see innocents caught up in a war that is no business of theirs. I would like to be useful, sir.
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Can you fight?
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[Olivier stands, pushing her chair back, and turns to the saber on the wall, which she gently plucks from its stand...
...and then turns, stabbing forward at the girl's throat.] Defend yourself!
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Fiercely, she pushes Olivier's arm down towards the edge of the desk. Not wanting to break it, even if she could, but pain for pain...]
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After a moment, she pulls the sword back, turning to hang it up on the wall.] Your reflexes are fine. Instincts adequate.
You shouldn't have stayed in when I used the dagger. I pulled the blow. If I'd wanted, it could've gone straight for your heart.
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As you say, sir.
[She gives no reasons, reasons are excuses]
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Considering herself dismissed, she turns and walks out the door.
....Well, that probably wasn't the strangest encounter she's ever had]