[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."

[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."

[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]

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."

[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."

[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]

Interceptor chuffs happily and bumps his head against Garahel. Hi friend Hi! "Hm ... we don't want to use bows or arrows then."

He looked over his pile of weapons. "How would they do throwing things? Like bottles or rocks?"

[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?"

[circleprodigy]

Inessa nods thoughtfully. "Both are possibilities; many among the Inquisition have learned to wield grenades, after all. We have to practice our aim with spells; physical objects is not that different a practice, more or less. Anything that could be used as an attachment for a staff might be helpful, as well."

[judgemewhole]

"You mean like blades? I will certainly put in a requisition for it, if you think we are lacking." James snorted softly, "Although it seems to me that most mages around here are armed to the teeth."

[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.

[circleprodigy]

"Blades, or something like, yes." Inessa smiles a little as Garahel nuzzles his canine friend. "But if that happens, I would want to be sure such mages are well-instructed on how to best wield them. I've seen too many injuries from those new to staff-blades, accidentally self-inflicted."

[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."

[judgemewhole]

"Well I would like to see a mage hit someone with a giant glass orb. If nothing else it would be a novelty." James mused, as Interceptor licked Garahel's ear. "I could always run a class ... if mages wouldn't mind getting instructed by a Templar."

[circleprodigy]

Inessa crosses her arms, thoughtful. "There are enough who might not, I believe. If it would be easier to run it alongside a mage, I could try to donate my time depending on its schedule. I'm assisting Christine in the Red Lyrium project now, but that doesn't occupy every waking moment."

[judgemewhole]

"Well, we should do what we can do to keep this+ going ... but if they will not accept it from a Templar, surely there are others who are well versed in these sorts of combat. However, they do need to learn."

[circleprodigy]

"They do, I agree. Learning how to improvise and adapt are important lessons for anyone, mage or not. Even those who think they will never see combat cannot be certain of that. None of us have that luxury."

Inessa shakes her head and glances over to the rest of his pile. "What does Interceptor think about your attempts? Does he approve of any?" One can never go wrong with trusting the instincts of a mabari, after all.

[judgemewhole]

"In this day and age? Most certainly not." He said quietly, before he chuckled softly, "Well, I know he didn't like the clanging noise of the frying pan. He likes the rope, but only to play with."

[circleprodigy]

"Oh, is that true? Do you need a game of tug of war, Interceptor?" Garahel perks up and barks, delighted by this idea. Can they, please??