open and closed.

[propulsion]

WHO: Marcus Rowntree, Valerius Hildebrand, Tony Stark, Loxley
WHAT: Some open starters, some closed starters. Hit me up in DMs or plurk if you want to do something!
WHEN: Cloudreach
WHERE: Location
NOTES: TBA

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valerius hildebrand; open.

[beidhander]

You can find Valerius Hildebrand exactly where you'd expect him to be.

The Diplomacy offices.

He is a big man who seems to own nothing worn that would not be out of place in either a full scale battle or a training yard. Not full plate, or anything, there are a lot of stairs involved in getting up here, not that that would be a problem, just very clanky, and he is considerate, but his boots are travelled scratched, his leathers heavy and pungent, bracers on his wrists, a heavy belt wide enough to protect some vital areas from axe swings and the like. Visible scars include one striped across his skull over his ear, several on his face.

Currently, he is seated at a desk and chair, frowning over a series of reports. He has taken it upon himself to familiarise himself with The Work. He doesn't look up when people enter, in full concentration, hands holding his head up as he tries to absorb all these fancy sounding names and places he's never been.

So it's really a matter of survival that he also excuses himself to the training yard. A little like a kid still unsure of who to play with, Valerius stands near the collection of training weapons and watches the goings on, his own truly gigantic sword balanced against a shoulder.

training yard;

[clawings]

Erik has arrived on the scene with his new sword, complete with a fire rune; he's gone to the training weapons area to try and find something that's got the same amount of weight to it, so he can practice without setting all and sundry on fire.

Look, he knows this fortress is stone and held mages (whom, presumably, could wield fire or at least some of them) but the last thing he wants is to accidentally cause some kind of incident playing with a new toy.

He spots Valerius standing there and gestures. "Wanna spar?"

[beidhander]

"Yeah. I mean, yeah."

Because the first yeah is too quick, with the energy of a golden retriever's attention being caught by a dangled leash. The second and more correct yeah is much more chill and cool, Valerius jolting his posture up a little and taking a step forwards.

He's certainly ready, hands gloved, wearing the kind of padded leather armor best suited for training, but looks to the rack of training swords waiting for selection. "Which weight are you using?" His brings his own two-handed weapon around, but held in such a manner that implies he'll change it out as needed.

His accent is a little different to that of Marchers and Fereldans, and definitely isn't Orlesian. It sounds more, for Erik's reference, American, but with some other unknown slant to it too.

[clawings]

"I dunno. I just got this sword..." Erik unsheathes it for the other man to see. "It's got a fire rune and all'dat, but I don't want to set shit on fire here, yanno? So I was thinkin' something similar, so I could get used to it without using it directly, but if you've got other ideas or suggestions I'm down for whatever. Didn't really learn swordfightin' back home, so there's a learning curve with all this."

He sheathes the sword again and holds out a hand for Valerius to shake, if he wants. "Erik Stevens. Where're you from?"