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[generalgrievous]

WHO: Grievous & open!
WHERE: Maurtia Falls
WHEN: This week/September
WHAT: Settling into a new city/training sessions/open to other prompts (feel free to start your own scenario)
WARNINGS: Possible aggression/violence


Having gotten a transfer from his shared accommodation in Heropa, Grievous had moved into the individual housing of Maurtia Falls. Part of this decision was to be closer to Count Dooku, for convenience whenever the Count may call on him or have need of him. His work as Combat Instructor - both publicly and privately for Constellation - was not restricted to a company building so it was an easy process to move all he needed to this new location.

He can be found at various parts of the city, most often in his cyborg form - and surprisingly few locals seem to be too startled by the sight. They mind their own business - or simply were too frightened to say anything. At night he strides past gambling houses; during the afternoon he may be stalking through a park, even in the rain; he may even be found browsing some local shops. That may be where he perhaps seems the most out of place.

Any training sessions he's arranged can meet up at his house, where he's set up a special open space with an array of weapons. He will expect people to arrive promptly on time.

Comments

[lizard]

[ Grievous told Iwai to show up for the training lesson they had planned together on time and, well... he's missed his appointment. Typically, Iwai's nothing if not punctual, but he's had a bit of a hard time, recently - he was shot twice, he's seen about five people die, he's lost a few friends... really, the list goes on and on. Given everything he's been through lately, it's not the most glamorous reason to be late, but the truth is? He slept in. He needed the rest.

He shows up at Grevious's house about an hour later than he was supposed to, lazily knocking on the guy's door, still groggy and reeking of coffee breath and his morning cigarette. Thankfully, he lives in Maurtia Falls as well - if he'd lived anywhere else, he probably wouldn't have been here until evening. ]

Yo, boss. You in there? Sorry for bein' late. Hope you ain't too mad.

[generalgrievous]

[The door opens abruptly and Iwai is met by the glaring face of 'Mars' - or the glaring eyes anyway, since the rest is obviously some sort of bone-like mask. Before he says any words, though, there's a sudden fit of coughing from the cyborg before one more glare at the man on his doorstep.]

You cost yourself time with your lateness.

[lizard]

[ Iwai doesn't bother to hide his surprise at this guy's appearance - he definitely didn't expect to be meeting up with some kinda weird-ass coughing bone cyborg. The reaction doesn't last for long, though, because cool, Mars has an attitude problem. Iwai groans and runs his hand over his face, like he can't be bothered to deal with this shit, even though he sort of brought this reception on himself. ]

Really? You gonna cut our lesson short just 'cause I showed up a little late? I can't imagine you've got somethin' better to do today than help out your new best bud.

[generalgrievous]

[He growls and a clawed hand waves to indicate that Iwai should come inside.]

If you are a part of this group you should be taking your training more seriously.

[The entryway is plain and Grievous points for his new student to move down the hallway to the left. It leads to an also plain open room in which the only furniture is a table of various weapons. Knives, swords, guns, bows and a variety of various other available on Earth weaponry.]

augh sorry for the delay bro

[lizard]

Yeah, yeah. I'm takin' it seriously. Just not takin' the grizzled-ass trainer act seriously. No offense.

[ He heads inside, following Grievous's directions, running his hands over the guns appreciatively. He likes guns. He picks one up, feeling the weight in his palm, then puts it back down again. That's not what he needs. ]

I've got some experience with melee weapons, but only makeshift shit. Baseball bats, hand to hand, shit like that. And it's - been a while. Fifteen years since I really hit someone in the head with a plank of wood or whatever. I gotta brush up on it. Can we start with the knife or the sword or somethin'?

No worries!

[generalgrievous]

Very well.

[He picks up a long, heavy sword for himself.]

Choose what you would like to begin with.

[And he takes a step back, waiting for his training opponent to be ready.]

[lizard]

[ A sword, huh? Well, Iwai knows a couple of people who fight with swords, and he's at least had some experience seeing them used back in the Hashiba. He picks up a sword, too, something long and slender that feels like it should cut fast through the air.

He holds it out in front of him, already in a defensive position. ]

Okay. So. [ Now he's stumped. ]

Engarde?

[generalgrievous]

Attack me.

[Grievous instructs, standing tall and firm. While he doesn't intend on going easy on any of his students, he is also well aware that this is just training and not a real battle. Despite how others have taken his methods, he hasn't meant to harm anyone in Constellation. Dooku would be disapproving of the unnecessary deaths or injury to his chosen group, the General was sure of that. So he will be fair - in his opinion - letting Iwai make the first move, and he will defend and fight accordingly.]