Backdated RP log with Sigurd
Who: Euram and Sigurd
When: Really backdated!! Back when Sigurd's arm was still in a cast and obviously before he left and...yeah awhile ago.
What: Sigurd decides that Euram needs a hobby to stop being a ball of emo angst and offers to teach him knife throwing. It goes about as well as you'd expect.
Euram walked toward the dojo after asking exactly where it was. It was one of the areas of the castle that he had the least amount of familiarity with and he didn't know how he felt about that changing. He wasn't sure how he had been talked into this knife thing. He seemed to recall agreeing but... He sighed a bit and picked up his pace. If it would make the pirate happy he could spare some of his copious amount of free time with this pursuit.
There was familiar sound of metal meeting wood as Sigurd practiced a few tosses of his own. Given his throwing arm was completely spared, he could still practice his chosen art skillfully and without effort. As he noted Euram walking up, he gave a friendly smile and a wave with the good arm. The pirate was dressed for a work out...just his trousers and his sling. No use in getting those nice Karayan robes sweaty, after all.
Euram flinched a bit at the sounds, but continued on knowing he must be in the right spot. He returned Sigurd's greating with a wave of his own and a faster pace. Though it wasn't a long run he still had to catch his breath once he was done. While Sigurd was dressed for a workout Euram was definetly not, the velvets made the small exertion that much worse.
"You're going to want to get out of those you know. As cool as it is out here, that fabric doesn't breathe," Sigurd commented, sparing Euram a chuckle.
Euram pouted as he looked up, getting his breathing under control though he still looked uncomfortable. "I'm perfectly fine," he protested automatically. "I'm certain this won't be nearly as troublesome as you make it out to be."
"I'm certain they will. Lose 'em." Sigurd insisted, though still smiling. He made another toss at the tree, the sound echoing slightly upon impact. Good weather for this, really...
"I said I'm fine and I'm perfectly alright," Euram's arguement might have been more forcedul if he'd managed to keep himself from flinching at the sound of the knife connecting. There was no reason for his being stubborn, he just wanted to feel like he was in charge of something.
"If you insist...but you've been warned," Sigurd said. He turned to Euram and presented the tools of the evening. A series of finely sharpened throwing knives with rounded weights for ease of throwing. He handed one to Euram, nodding for him to take it.
Unable to keep his emotions from playing on his face, Euram's brow creased as he stared at the knives uncertainly. He raised a hand up near his face, before reaching tentatively for the one presented to him. He picked it up gingerly between two fingers, being careful to avoid the blade as he would look tremendously foolish if he were to cut himself this soon into the lesson. "...It is quite light," he said almost with surprise.
"It is indeed. The blade is crafted to be carried by the momentum of the weighted end. Therefore you can concentrate on it being sharp. The southlannds have similar technicques for sword making. Call them 'katana'," Sigurd explained on a tangent. He then held up one of the knives in his hand, demonstrating proper finger placement visually.
Euram nodded along to the information most of it going right through him as he stared at the knife. He had been taught to fence of course, not that he had ever been any good at it. He wasn't worried so much about the weapon itself as he was about looking foolish in front of one of the few people who didn't seem to hate him. Also a rapier was a courtly weapon, these knives were not. It took a lot for him to give this a chance, and he just hoped no one like Alenia would spot him. "So they are just...thrown?" he asked, not catching on to Sigurd's demonstration and still holding the knife as though it were dirty.
"It won't go very far if you hold it like that," Sigurd said drly, though he was still smiling.
"Well then what do you do?" Euram complained clenching his hands into fists, gaining a better grip on the knife in the process, and flung them to his sides childishly. Any form of chiding no matter how nicely it was put always got this kind of reaction. "You're the one who wished to teach me this...art. So...start teaching!"
"I was. Look at my hand and how I hold the knife. See?" he said, once again demonstrating the finger positioning for proper grip on a single knife. He wasn't even going to TRY to teach him how to hold multiple knives...
Euram frowned as he observed what Sigurd was doing. He didn't even notice that he had been demonstrating this the entire time; things needed to be spelled out more for him. He used both hands to place the knife correctly in his right hand, taking a great deal of time looking back and forth from his hand to Sigurd's to see if he was doing it correctly.
"Good enough for your first time. Now, lift your arm up and down without the elbow joint extended several times. Get used to the feel of the blade in your hand and moving your arm with the weight," Sigurd instructed, once again demonstrating.
Euram matched Sigurd's movments, though on the second lift he started to look around suspiciously. He was just waiting for anyone to show up and laugh at him for how silly he must have looked. Yes, any moment now he was going to be ridiculed, and Sigurd would join in as that was the real purpose behind this 'training.' "This is rediculous!" he suddenly declared as an excuse to stop and stubbornly stopped moving his arm.
Sigurd reached to tap his elbow, urging him to keep up his motions. "Trust me, will you? Don't worry about how it looks. No one is going to say a damn thing when they know you can put a knife 'tween their eyes."
Euram snapped his arm out of the way at the tap, bringing the knife dangerously close to his head, not that he noticed at all. "I wouldn't have to exert myself with worry if it was not so rediuclous to begin with," he protested yet again, though he did bring his arm back to it's position. "How long must we continue with this?"
"Till it's easy," Sigurd remarked simply, watching Euram closely.
"Are you suggesting I'm not able to do so simple a movement?" Euram huffed, not even realizing how difficult he was being.
"With as much as you're protesting? Not really," Sigurd quiped, a slight chuckle escaping him.
"It's not funny!" Euram said stomping his foot childishly at the laugh.
"Now now, you're being ridiculous. I had to be trained the same way, you know. If you want to get anywhere in life, you have to start out small," Sigurd responded, giving his friend a gentle pat on the shoulder.
Euram was all set to argue that he wasn't ridiculous but managed to lower it into just a grumble and what sounded like "fine," before resuming the excersize. It wasn't long however, before he paused again with irritation and all but ripped off cape and coat as they really were much too hot. He glared at Sigurd just daring him to say anything, though there was nothing to back up the threat, as he again used both of his hands to position the little knife.
Sigurd did not remark or laugh...though he made a mental 'I told you so' to himself. He took his own knife back into position and motioned for Euram to pay attention once more. "Looks like you've got the hang of holding it. Let's try throwing it, eh?"
Euram was grateful for the lack of response, he never would have let something like that go, but he was having enough trouble with believing he looked silly as it was. "You don't need to explain it as though I'm some form of simpleton," Euram told him puffing himself up taller. "Only a true dolt wouldn't know how to throw something."
"You don't thow one of these as you would a stone or a ball. There IS a technique to it and if you don't want a knife in your foot, I'd suggest you listen," Sigurd responded, almost curtly from his tone of voice. He wasn't losing his patience, but he was trying to establish a sort of student/teacher respect.
The tone was not lost on Euram, and he shrunk back, quieting, instinctively. Sigurd had become one of the few people he didn't want to let down, and he took the tone to mean that he was. "I'm listening," he said almost in a whine.
Sigurd, slowly and deliberately, raised his arm into the throwing position. With no intent of throwing, he moved his arm in the standard motion, stopping about halfway through it. "This is where you want to release the knife. Not before to put a push of strength it at this point, though," he said, as he raised his arm slightly to indicate just where. "And as you let go of it, carry the rest of your momentum into the movement like this," he added, demonstrating again.
Euram watched him, surprised that there was so much to this. Truthfully Sigurd had lost him half-way through, but he wasn't going to admit that, and so just stared and nodded along. "Ah, of course," he said in direct opposition to his facial expression.
"Alright then...now follow my movements and aim at that tree. Use your arm as a sight," Sigurd commanded, turning to face the same tree he had been practicing on earlier. He counted down from three and released his knife, sending it flying into the tree with expected expertise.
Euram steeled himself to try this. He still thought this whole thing was odd at best. With one last look around to make sure no one was watching he raised his arm like Sigurd had shown him. "Hyah!" he shouted letting the knife go. The knife flew for about 2 seconds and 3 feet before it was embedded in the grass.
"Not bad for your first toss. Pick it up and try again," Sigurd said brightly and with an encouraging smile.
"Don't patronize me!" Euram said, shaking his arms up and down. He pouted the whole way as he retrieved the knife with an irritated swipe.
"I was trying to be encouraging," Sigurd responded dryly, once more demonstrating the throwing technique as soon as Euram was clear of the path. Once again, it was flawless in form and strength.
Euram just grumbled as Sigurd made it all look so easy. It should have been easy! It was throwing a knife, that wasn't hard at all! Irritated by the situation and almost positive that something was wrong with the knife he'd been given he threw the knife again. Of course since he wasn't focusing on how to hold the knife or where he let go it didn't go any better than the first had. It flew further with the irritated force behind it, beforing landing on the ground harmlessly.
"You seem to be getting the hang of it, at least," Sigurd responded. He took up Euram's knife and handed it back to him. "Here, let me show you something," he said as he took Euram's hand in his own and placed the knife in the proper position.
One of Euram's faults was that if something was not easy the first time he tried it, then he never wanted to do it again! He was all set to throw up his hands and walk off when Sigurd brought the knife back. The rant he'd been about to expell turned into a sullen pout as he let Sigurd guide him. "Why is something so simple so toilsome!"
"It only looks simple. And really, the most satisfying things in life are those you have worked to have. The pay off is worth it in the end. This is a lesson that can be applied to anyone, no?" Sigurd said, smiling warmly as he guided Euram's hand through the motion. He used his other hand to right Euram's shoulders, correcting his stance with a few gentle motions. "And release...here," he instructed.
Euram still thought he was being patronized and shuffled awkwardly to move how Sigurd guided. He swallowed unsure as to why, and focusing instead on the task at hand. None of his former training sessions had been like this and he wasn't sure if he liked it. Of course, back then when he said it was over it was...unless his father disagreed. "Like this?" he asked, mimicking the movement.
"Exactly," Sigurd said, releasing him. "Now try it."
Euram looked about worriedly again once he was released. He breathed deeply before trying again. This time it looked like the knife was actually going to make it to the tree, until it fell short 2 feet before that could happen. "I quit!" Euram exclaimed throwing his hands up and turning away. "This is a rediculous farce! Obviously the blade has been tampered with to make such an endevor unworkable."
"That knife is one of my very own, Euram. And we're not aiming to hit the tree just yet," Sigurd reassured him, giving the boy a gentle pat on the shoulder. "You'll have it yet if you keep practicing. Now try it again, with more passion this time, alright?" Sigurd must have surely had the patience of a god at that point.
“If the point is not to hit the tree then why is that where you told me to aim?” Euram almost shrieked clearly missing the point. This was hard, it made him look stupid, and he didn’t like it! He started pouting again waiting for Sigurd to explain some great secret that would make it as simple as Euram had decided it was supposed to be.
"And so Sigurd attempted, in vain, to teach Euram his skill. But he didn't. Ah well, at least it was entertaining"
((ooc: and that's where we stopped and forgot to rp for about a month and decided to just post it already cause it's not like Euram was going to figure it out anyway XD.
When: Really backdated!! Back when Sigurd's arm was still in a cast and obviously before he left and...yeah awhile ago.
What: Sigurd decides that Euram needs a hobby to stop being a ball of emo angst and offers to teach him knife throwing. It goes about as well as you'd expect.
Euram walked toward the dojo after asking exactly where it was. It was one of the areas of the castle that he had the least amount of familiarity with and he didn't know how he felt about that changing. He wasn't sure how he had been talked into this knife thing. He seemed to recall agreeing but... He sighed a bit and picked up his pace. If it would make the pirate happy he could spare some of his copious amount of free time with this pursuit.
There was familiar sound of metal meeting wood as Sigurd practiced a few tosses of his own. Given his throwing arm was completely spared, he could still practice his chosen art skillfully and without effort. As he noted Euram walking up, he gave a friendly smile and a wave with the good arm. The pirate was dressed for a work out...just his trousers and his sling. No use in getting those nice Karayan robes sweaty, after all.
Euram flinched a bit at the sounds, but continued on knowing he must be in the right spot. He returned Sigurd's greating with a wave of his own and a faster pace. Though it wasn't a long run he still had to catch his breath once he was done. While Sigurd was dressed for a workout Euram was definetly not, the velvets made the small exertion that much worse.
"You're going to want to get out of those you know. As cool as it is out here, that fabric doesn't breathe," Sigurd commented, sparing Euram a chuckle.
Euram pouted as he looked up, getting his breathing under control though he still looked uncomfortable. "I'm perfectly fine," he protested automatically. "I'm certain this won't be nearly as troublesome as you make it out to be."
"I'm certain they will. Lose 'em." Sigurd insisted, though still smiling. He made another toss at the tree, the sound echoing slightly upon impact. Good weather for this, really...
"I said I'm fine and I'm perfectly alright," Euram's arguement might have been more forcedul if he'd managed to keep himself from flinching at the sound of the knife connecting. There was no reason for his being stubborn, he just wanted to feel like he was in charge of something.
"If you insist...but you've been warned," Sigurd said. He turned to Euram and presented the tools of the evening. A series of finely sharpened throwing knives with rounded weights for ease of throwing. He handed one to Euram, nodding for him to take it.
Unable to keep his emotions from playing on his face, Euram's brow creased as he stared at the knives uncertainly. He raised a hand up near his face, before reaching tentatively for the one presented to him. He picked it up gingerly between two fingers, being careful to avoid the blade as he would look tremendously foolish if he were to cut himself this soon into the lesson. "...It is quite light," he said almost with surprise.
"It is indeed. The blade is crafted to be carried by the momentum of the weighted end. Therefore you can concentrate on it being sharp. The southlannds have similar technicques for sword making. Call them 'katana'," Sigurd explained on a tangent. He then held up one of the knives in his hand, demonstrating proper finger placement visually.
Euram nodded along to the information most of it going right through him as he stared at the knife. He had been taught to fence of course, not that he had ever been any good at it. He wasn't worried so much about the weapon itself as he was about looking foolish in front of one of the few people who didn't seem to hate him. Also a rapier was a courtly weapon, these knives were not. It took a lot for him to give this a chance, and he just hoped no one like Alenia would spot him. "So they are just...thrown?" he asked, not catching on to Sigurd's demonstration and still holding the knife as though it were dirty.
"It won't go very far if you hold it like that," Sigurd said drly, though he was still smiling.
"Well then what do you do?" Euram complained clenching his hands into fists, gaining a better grip on the knife in the process, and flung them to his sides childishly. Any form of chiding no matter how nicely it was put always got this kind of reaction. "You're the one who wished to teach me this...art. So...start teaching!"
"I was. Look at my hand and how I hold the knife. See?" he said, once again demonstrating the finger positioning for proper grip on a single knife. He wasn't even going to TRY to teach him how to hold multiple knives...
Euram frowned as he observed what Sigurd was doing. He didn't even notice that he had been demonstrating this the entire time; things needed to be spelled out more for him. He used both hands to place the knife correctly in his right hand, taking a great deal of time looking back and forth from his hand to Sigurd's to see if he was doing it correctly.
"Good enough for your first time. Now, lift your arm up and down without the elbow joint extended several times. Get used to the feel of the blade in your hand and moving your arm with the weight," Sigurd instructed, once again demonstrating.
Euram matched Sigurd's movments, though on the second lift he started to look around suspiciously. He was just waiting for anyone to show up and laugh at him for how silly he must have looked. Yes, any moment now he was going to be ridiculed, and Sigurd would join in as that was the real purpose behind this 'training.' "This is rediculous!" he suddenly declared as an excuse to stop and stubbornly stopped moving his arm.
Sigurd reached to tap his elbow, urging him to keep up his motions. "Trust me, will you? Don't worry about how it looks. No one is going to say a damn thing when they know you can put a knife 'tween their eyes."
Euram snapped his arm out of the way at the tap, bringing the knife dangerously close to his head, not that he noticed at all. "I wouldn't have to exert myself with worry if it was not so rediuclous to begin with," he protested yet again, though he did bring his arm back to it's position. "How long must we continue with this?"
"Till it's easy," Sigurd remarked simply, watching Euram closely.
"Are you suggesting I'm not able to do so simple a movement?" Euram huffed, not even realizing how difficult he was being.
"With as much as you're protesting? Not really," Sigurd quiped, a slight chuckle escaping him.
"It's not funny!" Euram said stomping his foot childishly at the laugh.
"Now now, you're being ridiculous. I had to be trained the same way, you know. If you want to get anywhere in life, you have to start out small," Sigurd responded, giving his friend a gentle pat on the shoulder.
Euram was all set to argue that he wasn't ridiculous but managed to lower it into just a grumble and what sounded like "fine," before resuming the excersize. It wasn't long however, before he paused again with irritation and all but ripped off cape and coat as they really were much too hot. He glared at Sigurd just daring him to say anything, though there was nothing to back up the threat, as he again used both of his hands to position the little knife.
Sigurd did not remark or laugh...though he made a mental 'I told you so' to himself. He took his own knife back into position and motioned for Euram to pay attention once more. "Looks like you've got the hang of holding it. Let's try throwing it, eh?"
Euram was grateful for the lack of response, he never would have let something like that go, but he was having enough trouble with believing he looked silly as it was. "You don't need to explain it as though I'm some form of simpleton," Euram told him puffing himself up taller. "Only a true dolt wouldn't know how to throw something."
"You don't thow one of these as you would a stone or a ball. There IS a technique to it and if you don't want a knife in your foot, I'd suggest you listen," Sigurd responded, almost curtly from his tone of voice. He wasn't losing his patience, but he was trying to establish a sort of student/teacher respect.
The tone was not lost on Euram, and he shrunk back, quieting, instinctively. Sigurd had become one of the few people he didn't want to let down, and he took the tone to mean that he was. "I'm listening," he said almost in a whine.
Sigurd, slowly and deliberately, raised his arm into the throwing position. With no intent of throwing, he moved his arm in the standard motion, stopping about halfway through it. "This is where you want to release the knife. Not before to put a push of strength it at this point, though," he said, as he raised his arm slightly to indicate just where. "And as you let go of it, carry the rest of your momentum into the movement like this," he added, demonstrating again.
Euram watched him, surprised that there was so much to this. Truthfully Sigurd had lost him half-way through, but he wasn't going to admit that, and so just stared and nodded along. "Ah, of course," he said in direct opposition to his facial expression.
"Alright then...now follow my movements and aim at that tree. Use your arm as a sight," Sigurd commanded, turning to face the same tree he had been practicing on earlier. He counted down from three and released his knife, sending it flying into the tree with expected expertise.
Euram steeled himself to try this. He still thought this whole thing was odd at best. With one last look around to make sure no one was watching he raised his arm like Sigurd had shown him. "Hyah!" he shouted letting the knife go. The knife flew for about 2 seconds and 3 feet before it was embedded in the grass.
"Not bad for your first toss. Pick it up and try again," Sigurd said brightly and with an encouraging smile.
"Don't patronize me!" Euram said, shaking his arms up and down. He pouted the whole way as he retrieved the knife with an irritated swipe.
"I was trying to be encouraging," Sigurd responded dryly, once more demonstrating the throwing technique as soon as Euram was clear of the path. Once again, it was flawless in form and strength.
Euram just grumbled as Sigurd made it all look so easy. It should have been easy! It was throwing a knife, that wasn't hard at all! Irritated by the situation and almost positive that something was wrong with the knife he'd been given he threw the knife again. Of course since he wasn't focusing on how to hold the knife or where he let go it didn't go any better than the first had. It flew further with the irritated force behind it, beforing landing on the ground harmlessly.
"You seem to be getting the hang of it, at least," Sigurd responded. He took up Euram's knife and handed it back to him. "Here, let me show you something," he said as he took Euram's hand in his own and placed the knife in the proper position.
One of Euram's faults was that if something was not easy the first time he tried it, then he never wanted to do it again! He was all set to throw up his hands and walk off when Sigurd brought the knife back. The rant he'd been about to expell turned into a sullen pout as he let Sigurd guide him. "Why is something so simple so toilsome!"
"It only looks simple. And really, the most satisfying things in life are those you have worked to have. The pay off is worth it in the end. This is a lesson that can be applied to anyone, no?" Sigurd said, smiling warmly as he guided Euram's hand through the motion. He used his other hand to right Euram's shoulders, correcting his stance with a few gentle motions. "And release...here," he instructed.
Euram still thought he was being patronized and shuffled awkwardly to move how Sigurd guided. He swallowed unsure as to why, and focusing instead on the task at hand. None of his former training sessions had been like this and he wasn't sure if he liked it. Of course, back then when he said it was over it was...unless his father disagreed. "Like this?" he asked, mimicking the movement.
"Exactly," Sigurd said, releasing him. "Now try it."
Euram looked about worriedly again once he was released. He breathed deeply before trying again. This time it looked like the knife was actually going to make it to the tree, until it fell short 2 feet before that could happen. "I quit!" Euram exclaimed throwing his hands up and turning away. "This is a rediculous farce! Obviously the blade has been tampered with to make such an endevor unworkable."
"That knife is one of my very own, Euram. And we're not aiming to hit the tree just yet," Sigurd reassured him, giving the boy a gentle pat on the shoulder. "You'll have it yet if you keep practicing. Now try it again, with more passion this time, alright?" Sigurd must have surely had the patience of a god at that point.
“If the point is not to hit the tree then why is that where you told me to aim?” Euram almost shrieked clearly missing the point. This was hard, it made him look stupid, and he didn’t like it! He started pouting again waiting for Sigurd to explain some great secret that would make it as simple as Euram had decided it was supposed to be.
"And so Sigurd attempted, in vain, to teach Euram his skill. But he didn't. Ah well, at least it was entertaining"
((ooc: and that's where we stopped and forgot to rp for about a month and decided to just post it already cause it's not like Euram was going to figure it out anyway XD.