pyr min solemnly swears he is up to no good (twinclaws) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-01-20 16:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, jareth monaco, pyr min |
Who: Pyr Min & Jareth Monaco
What: The start of a new mentorship.
Where: Shieldwyrm Hall training grounds
When: 1/13 (backdated)
Rating: Jare’s potty mouth. Tame otherwise.
Status: Complete!
He had considered, when they were running with their breath ghosting in the air in front of them, asking Councilor Cassul about Jareth Monaco. But the weights he had to run with were heavy, and every word was extra effort expended, so in the end he’d decided against it. Even Council members couldn’t possibly be personally acquainted with every member of the guild. Pyr supposed. And Councilor Cassul had other things to worry about; he didn’t want to appear anxious when it hadn’t been even a full day since the assignment. Monaco had seemed far too serious on the network. His refusal to buy dinner was certainly a point against him, but it was silly to think too much about it when he hadn’t even met the man yet. He had said he’d buy Pyr breakfast if he managed to get a hit in, so there was that, at least. Getting one hit in shouldn’t be all that hard—he’d managed to land hits on Divina and Drake before (not crippling blows, certainly, but blows nonetheless), so he could probably hit this Monaco guy. The one problem, he realized as he arrived at the meeting spot, was Pyr had no idea what his new mentor looked like. He threw a look around, hoping to spot some senior guild member who looked as confused as he felt. This was a detail he hadn’t considered until now. Jareth had arrived just on time, low on patience and sleep. His hoped this kid wasn’t going to be a waste of fucking time. The last thing he needed was some brat who didn’t know how to do shit following him around. And what the hell had Thornton been thinking? Jareth didn’t know how to deal with adults, let alone kids. And, to top it all off, it was Min’s brother. Which just made things that fucking much better. A quick look around found the only kid in the training area that wasn’t doing shit. Bingo, Jareth thought and stalked over. “Min.” Pyr turned when he heard his name. He'd never seen this man before, which meant he could well be Monaco for all Pyr knew. He didn't seem the type who would approach idle squires to engage them in conversation, either. Juliette's advice, Pyr realised, did him no good if the guy was already angry before they'd even begun. And he was EKP. Probably got cast in the role of bad cop all the time. "Hi," Pyr greeted. "You're my new mentor, right?" He looked the kid up and down, his frown becoming more pronounced. He knew this kid; this was the punk that’d tried to pick his pocket a little while back. For fuck’s sake. Aside from that, he was scrawny - at least, he was scrawny in comparison to Jareth. “You can call me Mon- Jareth.” Try to not be a jackass, Strand. “First rule, you try to pick my fucking pocket again, I’m gonna throw you in a cell.” Might as well lay it on the table. Pyr let out a groan. Sky. Clearly, things could always be worse. “I can’t pick pockets to save my life,” he said, honestly. “I won’t try to steal your wallet. So, uh, don’t say anything to my sister?” He couldn’t very well oust Sky as a thief, and if Peony heard, they were both in big trouble. Not to mention, there was no doubt in Pyr’s mind that this guy would carry out the threat to lock him up. Jareth waved the plea away. It was a kid, and kids did stupid shit all the time. “Do it again, and I will.” That was honestly the more effective threat, at any rate. Still, at least the brat didn’t deny it, which was a point in his favor. He didn’t own up to it, either, but. “What’s your class aspiration?” He had spent most of the night trying to remember how his mentor had treated him, and all he could remember was lots of running and swordsmanship. A necessary skill to be a knight, which was what he had originally gone for. Jareth was rusty with a sword, but if it was going for knight class, then Jareth would remember it. Quickly. While he waited for Min to reply, he picked up the kids arm, noting the lean muscle. Scrawny, but it looked like he trained hard. Good. Then Jareth’s menu wouldn’t be wasted. Pyr’s response died in his throat at the sudden appraisal and he couldn’t help but gape, caught off-guard. His new mentor offered no comment—negative or otherwise—and Pyr repressed the urge to roll his eyes and remind the man that he wasn’t livestock. “I’ve been torn between monk and archer for a while,” he said. “I think I’m much better at the monk stuff, and I’ve been getting a lot of close-quarters combat practice, but my endurance is c—” he caught himself “—quite low. That’s why I thought maybe archer would be okay, since they can attack from a distance.” So the kid needed to work on endurance. “What’s your routine?” Obviously the kid should have one. If he didn’t, then he was about to get one. He wasn’t sure how often he was supposed to work with the kid - his mentor had worked with him daily - and no one seemed able to give him a decent answer. What he’d gotten so far was that it varied. Not the best answer. “We’ll train daily. You’ll be expected to keep up.” Simple enough. “What career track?” The idea that the kid didn’t have a clue - or didn’t want one - was unthinkable. “Who have you been working with?” The whole thing was starting to sound like more demon training. It wasn’t as though Felicity had let him slack off, but she’d been too busy to train with him every day. Whatever Jareth had in mind for him, though, he was sure it wasn’t going to be a walk in the park. Resigned to his fate, Pyr said, “My routine was drawn up by Councilor Cassul. It’s kind of a punishment more than a routine, but I work longer hours than every other squire.” There was a note of resentment in there that he couldn’t quite stub out—it had been so long since the start of his punishment, he couldn’t remember what he used to do with all that free time before. “I’ve been working with lots of people. I run with the Councilor in the mornings, then I spar with whoever’s free, then I have lessons. Chores around the guildhalls, too. And I spar with the other squires sometimes.” He started ticking off fingers. “I train with Drake and Divina pretty often, mostly claws, but other people too.” “You’ve been training with Aspel?” That wasn’t what he’d expected. Did she have something to do with this? He frowned; no. She wouldn’t have trusted him with a kid, not knowing what she knew. There was no way. But didn’t all of this shit have to be approved by Council? And Liu, he knew, probably had thought it was a great idea. How that idiot had gotten into that role was beyond him. “Two miles. After that, we’ll see what you can do.” Where the fuck did they keep the claws? If that was what the kid was learning, no point in pulling him from it. If Marcos was helping the kid willingly, then she could keep working with him on it. “Running?” It was on the tip of his tongue to complain but I just finished my morning run with Councilor Cassul, but then he remembered Peony and Juliette’s advice, and he let it go with a resigned sigh. “Fine. I run more or less that distance with Councilor Cassul, so okay. Laps around the grounds?” It was freezing to be running outside, but somehow, Pyr didn’t think that was going to be a deterrent. He nodded. “You will keep up. You call behind, we add another mile.” Probably a little harsh, but fuck if he was going to let the kid’s stamina suffer. Especially after he had made a point to mention it. Obviously Min wanted to work on it - why else would he bring attention to it? “Let’s go.” Without looking back to see if Min was following, he started off in the direction of the doors. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Or it could be a fucking disaster. He was going to have to wait and see. |