OOC: Ooh, incorrect. I was looking for 127-and-a-half.
IC: Sanfor realizes he should stop when most of the others, a few laps behind him, do. Once everyone is done, Bakar points at Sanfor, the smirking archer, the large man, and the small man. "You, you, you, and you! I said ten miles exactly! Now-!"
But before he can say anything else, Garal enters the courtyard, followed by a tall man covered head to toe in spiky black armor. They walk up to Bakar and Garal says, "Bakar, the Black Knight has returned."
Bakar says nothing at first, simply running his eyes over the armored man. "You could be anyone."
"But I am not anyone," says the armored man, "I am the Black Knight. I remember you, Bakar. You were the first new Shadow Guard member I chose after I became the Black Knight. You outlived all five of your compatriots, and Garal tells me you have done so again. It is a pity you cannot continue to serve in the Shadow Guard. Your experience would be very useful. As it is, I hear we only have two, but perhaps some of these will prove worthy." He looks at the seven trainees. "These are the ones in training, correct?"
Bakar is still staring at the Black Knight. "If you are an impostor, you certainly are a convincing one. Yes, these are the new recruits. Their training just began today."
"Good," says the Black Knight, "I will speak with them. A man should know the people who could be in charge of protecting his life. I will have to speak with that woman when she returns. It does not reflect well on her that she was not present when her lord returned." To Sanfor and the other recruits, he says, "Well? Introduce yourselves!"
OOC: I was close.
IC: Sanfor waits for somebody else to take the initiative.
OOC again: He's just that type of guy.
OOC: If you say so.
IC: The other recruits begin to introduce themselves. The tall, blonde man is Ximon. The archer is Oier. The large man is Hode and the small man Mitel. The woman is Alaia. The old man is Kemen. And then it is Sanfor's turn.
IC: Sanfor waits for somebody else to take the initiative.
OOC again: He's just that type of guy.
OOC: If you say so.
IC: The other recruits begin to introduce themselves. The tall, blonde man is Ximon. The archer is Oier. The large man is Hode and the small man Mitel. The woman is Alaia. The old man is Kemen. And then it is Sanfor's turn.
OOC: I was within a + or - range of 100, so not bad.
IC: Sanfor steps forward. "Sanfor." He says simply, for he has no last name.
IC: The other recruits begin to introduce themselves. The tall, blonde man is Ximon. The archer is Oier. The large man is Hode and the small man Mitel. The woman is Alaia. The old man is Kemen. And then it is Sanfor's turn.
OOC: I was within a + or - range of 100, so not bad.
IC: Sanfor steps forward. "Sanfor." He says simply, for he has no last name.
OOC: You should get a more precise measuring instrument. That's a lot of uncertainty.
IC: The Black Knight nods as each of them speaks. "We shall see which of you have the strength to become Shadow Guard. I will continue to keep an eye on your training, but for now there are other matters in this castle that need my attention." He leaves.
OOC: I was within a + or - range of 100, so not bad.
IC: Sanfor steps forward. "Sanfor." He says simply, for he has no last name.
OOC: You should get a more precise measuring instrument. That's a lot of uncertainty.
IC: The Black Knight nods as each of them speaks. "We shall see which of you have the strength to become Shadow Guard. I will continue to keep an eye on your training, but for now there are other matters in this castle that need my attention." He leaves.
OOC: Eh, I'm okay with it.
IC: Sanfor watches him leave, and then turns his attention back to Bakar.
OOC: You should get a more precise measuring instrument. That's a lot of uncertainty.
IC: The Black Knight nods as each of them speaks. "We shall see which of you have the strength to become Shadow Guard. I will continue to keep an eye on your training, but for now there are other matters in this castle that need my attention." He leaves.
OOC: Eh, I'm okay with it.
IC: Sanfor watches him leave, and then turns his attention back to Bakar.
OOC: Suit yourself.
IC: Bakar resumes his shouting. "What are you all standing around for? As I was saying, Sanfor, Oier, Hode, Mitel, run another mile! You will continue to run the laps until you get the right number! The rest of you will run forms until they are all done!" He claps his hands and glares at all of them, but as Sanfor begins his laps he can see worry etched on Bakar's scarred face.
IC: Sanfor watches him leave, and then turns his attention back to Bakar.
OOC: Suit yourself.
IC: Bakar resumes his shouting. "What are you all standing around for? As I was saying, Sanfor, Oier, Hode, Mitel, run another mile! You will continue to run the laps until you get the right number! The rest of you will run forms until they are all done!" He claps his hands and glares at all of them, but as Sanfor begins his laps he can see worry etched on Bakar's scarred face.
OOC: I hate suits though.
IC: Sanfor sighs a little to himself. "Always knew I should've learned to count higher than three." He falls into pace next to Hode.
IC: Bakar resumes his shouting. "What are you all standing around for? As I was saying, Sanfor, Oier, Hode, Mitel, run another mile! You will continue to run the laps until you get the right number! The rest of you will run forms until they are all done!" He claps his hands and glares at all of them, but as Sanfor begins his laps he can see worry etched on Bakar's scarred face.
OOC: I hate suits though.
IC: Sanfor sighs a little to himself. "Always knew I should've learned to count higher than three." He falls into pace next to Hode.
OOC: I left mine at home as a handy excuse for not wearing it here.
IC: Sanfor follows Hode's lead, counting on him to run the correct amount.
OOC: I brought mine for career fairs and the like.
IC: Since Hode and Mitel are themselves following Oier, they all get the right number this time. When they are finished, Bakar brings the two groups back together. He stands up on his crutches and nods to Sanfor. "Bring the chair." Without another word, he begins to swing himself away, heading out of the courtyard and toward the castle gate.
OOC: I left mine at home as a handy excuse for not wearing it here.
IC: Sanfor follows Hode's lead, counting on him to run the correct amount.
OOC: I brought mine for career fairs and the like.
IC: Since Hode and Mitel are themselves following Oier, they all get the right number this time. When they are finished, Bakar brings the two groups back together. He stands up on his crutches and nods to Sanfor. "Bring the chair." Without another word, he begins to swing himself away, heading out of the courtyard and toward the castle gate.
IC: Sanfor quickly grabs the chair and hurries after the group, afraid of being left behind.
