[open] Axes of the Dwarves! The Dwarves are upon you!

[disdainfully]

Who: OPEN!!! Anyone and everyone is welcome here, please drop in!
When: March 15th.
Where: The Thorsson backyard.
What: Sparring! Characters who have no weapons yet but want to try out something, or who want to try out new weapons, are welcome as well!
Warnings: Violence.


Imagine that there was a network post asking for people to come to a afternoon of sparring and training/trying to force echoes. There was a specific emphasis in the post for people to not bring powers or firearms into the mix, only all kinds of short range weapons - swords, axes, knives, maces, halberds, anything really. A part of the idea, as was explained, was not only to provide a place to try out different weapons but also to have multiple people use weapons in a small area, allowing for battle echoes.

So the day has come! The place is the backyard of the Thorsson's downtown store/private buildings, a relatively large areal closed off with buildings belonging to the family on all sides.

There are all kinds of weapons - real ones and some larp weapons as well - on a table in a corner of the backyard that cannot be used for sparring since swings, a sandbox and a bench are located there. Protective gear like chainmail and helmets can be found as well. Some refreshments in form of apples, juice boxes and bananas, all in open boxes, have been placed next to them along with water in bottles.

So those that brought no weapons can borrow those proffered, and those that brought their own ones can try out others as well.


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[disdainfully]

"And you think you could not do those things even if you had that other person's skills yet still stayed yourself?" It's a honest question, even though he has to reign himself in to not put his own answer into the tone. He wants to know if this is really there in Owen's head. ...Hopefully not, but the boy flip-flops so hard between modes that it is really hard to tell.

[mysteltinn]

He shrugs, looking miserable at being questioned, but unwilling to leave either. It was just something to talk to an adult and not feel like a nutcase. Well, not AS much of one, for once.

"Even if I have the skills that doesn't make me..." He paused, unsure how to word it, this feeling of inadequacy. "...heroic."

[disdainfully]

"No. How you would use them would make you heroic or not." He'd reach over and pull the boy into a loose hug, but 15 year old boys are so complicated with that... screw it. Short one armed man-hug. The boy really looks close to tears, and it's not like anyone pays attention to them from what he can tell, the few other people that are in the yard already busy talking or sparring.

[mysteltinn]

He stiffens at first, unsure how to react. But after a moment slumps into the loose not-hug. He knows it's stupid: he barely knows Thorir, and only through Killian. But *god* he misses his dad so much and having an understanding male adult is what he needs so much right now.

"I KNOW, just... god this is stupid, I'm sorry-!"

[disdainfully]

"It's not easy." The words aren't an attempt to get out of saying something of content, they just seem to be the most appropriate by far. He doesn't know what story lies behind Owen's approach to the matter, not nearly enough, anyway, but whatever he brought with him before the whole numbered business started, it clearly did not make the already complicated matter easier.

His hand gives in slightly when Owen slumps, just slightly to adjust the change, not enough to make a full hug out of it by far.