[Open] Now Her Hand Is Raised

[judgemewhole]

WHO: James Norrington and You
WHAT: James is completing his assignment for Forces, OR hey how effective is a broken bottle in a fight anyways?
WHEN: Mid-Justinian
WHERE: The Gallows - Training Grounds
NOTES: Warnings for possible violence? James is seriously trying out everything.

It's not unlike James Norrington to be out in the training yard, working on his sword and shield work. It is, after all, what won him such acclaim at the Tourney, and he practices daily to keep up those 'world-renowned' skills up to snuff.

Today, though ... today is a different sort of day. Today, James has got the equivalent of a pile of junk before him, and is, if you can believe it, using it to attack the dummies on the far end. Right now he's got a broken wine bottle and seeing just how far he could stick it into the dummy's artery. There was a chain, some sticks, some sand ... he really was just trying out everything as a weapon. Including a frying pan.

Maker knew he was going to get on-lookers, but for as ridiculous as the scene was, he was taking it completely seriously.

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[circleprodigy]

Inessa has been training with Garahel, but James' change from routine soon gets her attention. After feeling as thought they've trained sufficiently, she pauses to have a better look at what he's doing. The frying pan provokes a raised eyebrow.

"Your new battle weapon of choice? Though I have to say, after all that it seems to be overkill."

[judgemewhole]

James turns, arching an eyebrow, before he smirks and twirls the frying pan in hand. From off in the shade, Interceptor gave an answering bark as well, before his master drawled to his Grey Warden friend.

"You would be surprised of the effectiveness. I am thinking about starting to use it as a back up."

[circleprodigy]

Garahel happily barks back, though he sniffs at the frying pan first because it might have the echo of something tasty on it. Inessa tilts her head and echoes the smirk, looking it over. "Oh, I've seen their use. There was a cook at Weisshaupt who was terrifyingly proficient. Those who disrespected her did not do so for long, I can promise you that."

Glancing to his other improvised weapons, she crosses her arms. "What else has stood out, so far?"

[judgemewhole]

"Useful in battle and in cooking one's dinner later. Yes, this will stay on the list of approved weapons." He put it down, then eyed the lot, "The chain, so far, seems to have a great deal of utilitarian use. Long range, can entangle and injure enemy, all in one go."

[circleprodigy]

"And if you're threatened while cooking, it would be even more devastating heated." Inessa nods, then glances over to the chain. "Heavy...but even a mage with little body strength could energize it. I could demonstrate, if you wish."

[judgemewhole]

"Oh yes, absolutely .... and aaaah, no." He grinned at her, tipping his head to the side, "These are for weapons that are not magically charged. Something even a mage might want to consider picking up, in case they are running low on mana."

[circleprodigy]

She nods as Garahel plops down by Interceptor, giving him a lick. Hi, friend. "In that case, something that's light or can be used at range would be ideal. Most mages aren't suited for front-line combat, after all, so they need something that won't weigh them down or force them to use muscles they don't have. That said, I remember a fellow Warden mage who made extremely good use of a candelabra."

[aenseidhe]

James Norrington is not the worst human Iorveth's met. He isn't a racist twat, at least, and he's an extremely capable warrior - their team in the Tourney proved that well enough. Not only for his individual skill, but in being willing to listen to the rest of his team, give up the personal glory to work tactics and defend the others. That is what makes a successful unit more than talent alone.

This, however. This is just fucking weird. Iorveth stands not far from Norrington and his nonsense, arms crossed over his chest, watching this fuckery like he's waiting for it to make sense, before eventually speaking up. My dude, what the fuck.

"I suppose I ought to be glad you thought to bring more traditional weapons to the Grand Melee."

[judgemewhole]

Honestly, that might be the nicest thing that any human-hating elf has ever thought about James. Even in passing, or just in one's thoughts. If he knew he'd honestly be flattered. Of course he was also willing to listen to anyone with the kind of battle experience his team had thrown around but still.

He looked up from where he was tossing the frying pan, then snorted, "Currently, I'm testing non-magical weaponry. Things we could get our hands on and use to fight if we were without our swords or bows." He twirled the frying pan. "However, I won't lie. I am now tempted to bring the frying pan for next year."

[aenseidhe]

Still not the best opinion he's had on a human, but who knows, maybe James will get there, if he continues on being fair, level-headed, and not a twat. We'll see.

"If we're so pressed for weaponry that we're raiding the kitchen and broom closet for them, I'd call the battle well gone." My dude, what even is the point of that. Though, now that the idea is in his head, Iorveth's somewhat intrigued. Pacing over to the pile of household knick knacks to be tested, he examines a few things - a mop, a rope, the frying pan.

"What are the terms? Can your common tools be modified before being used?"

[judgemewhole]

James ... tries to be but he makes his mistakes, just like anyone else. At least he's not the Orlesians, thank the Maker.

"Well this is more for if we are in a tight spot, and we have left our weaponry somewhere else. Or it was taken from us." James rubbed the scarring on his wrist. "One never wants to be helpless."

He shakes his head, "No modifications."

[aenseidhe]

"Even if they're only modified with each other?"

Picking up the rope and one of the frying pans, the elf starts typing one to the handle of the other. Maybe it's against the mission rules but maybe this also seems like a fun idea to him.

[judgemewhole]

"Even if they are only modified with one another."

James watched with some fascination while the other man put together the frying pan and the rope.

"Are you going to use it as an improvised mace of some sort? Perhaps a morning star?"

[hearher]

"Uh.... are you feeling all right?" Carlos asks with a certain level of concern over the sight he's looking at right now.

[judgemewhole]

James almost jumps - but he's a Knight Commander and that is not his style. By much or even a little.

"I. Ah. Yes. Hello Carlous." He cleared his throat, putting down the frying pan. "How are you? How are things? Getting enough to eat?"

[hearher]

"Yes? Is that... a pan?" he asks, still uncertain.

[judgemewhole]

Er.

Right.

Well.

"Yes. yes it is. I am testing out varying weapons that are ... well. Not conventional? And cannot be magical." He cleared his throat once more. "Would you like to try?"

[hearher]

Carlos considers him a moment longer before shrugging in a 'sure why not' sort of way and moving closer. "Hand over the pan," he comments as he holds out his hand to take it.

[judgemewhole]

James arched an eyebrow, a faint nod of 'All right then, let's see what you've got'. He flipped the pan around so Carlos could take the handle, then stepped back.

"Try to hit it with the flat side of the pan. More coverage."

[thorndergod]

He'd received a similar assignment as a couple of others in Forces, trying out all sorts of items in a fight, and while it seems fun, he's definitely using the opportunity to observe the Templar, too. Thor brings over a few things to add to the pile before offering a lime to Norrington.

"Could you take out a mage with a citrus?"

[judgemewhole]

Norrington was aware that he was being ... he didn't even know what the Tevinter mage was thinking, but he did have a ready answer when Thor handed him the lime.

"Absolutely." Without missing a beat. "Do you?"

[thorndergod]

Thor blinked.

"Not typically. I have never had fruit handy in any skirmishes with qunari, and typically one wants to take out their chained mages at a greater distance than one can accurately hurl fruit. But I could try to knock down a Templar with one." He flashed a smile at Norrington that was a little wary. The certainty there was a little odd and Thor wasn't quite sure how to respond just yet.

[judgemewhole]

"Well, there you have it. If you have a knife though, it is a little easier to use it more effectively." James stated simply, "But you can still smash it into their mouths effectively enough if you are willing to get that close. I ... wouldn't recommend it, though. Qunari mages are notoriously powerful."

[thorndergod]

"...I have noticed that qunari mages are powerful," he said slowly. "I am from Tevinter. And I have smashed enough limes in my own mouth that I am not entirely certain that would be... an attack."

Perhaps this Templar really didn't like limes. Or... Thor didn't know. "How would a knife make using a lime as a weapon more effective?"

[judgemewhole]

"Really?" Now that surprised him. It wasn't like the Qunari had marched into Tevinter any time soon - so - "Were you on the front lines then, in Seheron?"

He quirked an eyebrow, "You have smashed an entire lime into your mouth and not had a moment of choking? That is impressive." A pause, then he took out a small blade on his belt and cut the lime in half. "If you can get close enough, you can squirt the juice of the lime in their eyes, temporarily blinding them. I have seen it done before, in an orchard outside of Wycome. They used lemons, though."