asgardeventide | 001

[At first all that can be seen is a gaping mouth, sharp teeth and a great tongue blocking the view as the ~~four-months-older-than-he-is-in-this-pic~~ Sir Frewen grabs hold of Lancelot's bracelet. With a quick firm command of 'no!' he backs away however and the dog can be seen wagging his tail expectantly. Lancelot looks intently at the screen trying to figure out what exactly it is that has been triggered, while the dog moves to pull at his sleeve, barking in an attempt to regain his attention. His hair and shirt are slightly messy and he is short of breath, but despite the confusion and embarrassment his face is still lit up in exhilaration at the game that has been taking place only seconds before.

And then he runs a hand through his hair, trying to straighten it out as he realizes that more likely than not - people can see him now.]

Should anyone hear this - please forgive me this intrusion, I will be sure to be more careful in the future.

[He hesitates for a moment, uncertain whether he should be saying anything else, but if he's appearing before the network anyway as he suspects he is, he might as well introduce himself.]

My name is Lancelot, I am new to Asgard. I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has kindly and patiently explained this city to me, and extend an offer to all citizens of the city be them old or new - if there is anything I can assist you with you need only ask. I have been placed in the house of Heimdall but I reside in the district of Thor, and I can also be reached in the Citadel should anyone wish to learn the use of the crossbow.

[With a sharp motion he moves the bracelet just as the dog makes to pounce on it again.]

Again -- I apologize. [And with a small apologetic smile he ends the feed.]

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[He can't quite understand this boy but he remains friendly despite the lack of reciprocation.]

Prince Arthur needed a crossbow teacher, so that is what I teach.

[He is trying to be fair and nice, that is all that can be said - he's slowly starting to not majorly distrust strangers initially, partly because he has yet to get negative reaction towards his appearance, which makes it easier. But then the implications of what Lancelot is... It does not help.

He will, at least, not become openly hostile or unfriendly, only be a distant kind of neutral for now.]

You'll just do what he tells you to do? [Loyalty - no, this is not where he wants to take this afternoon. He shakes his head, as if to shake something off, and tries a curt smile.] Could we start?

He is my prince, it is my duty.

[So what if he's not a knight yet, those are nothing but technicalities.]

Of course. Have you ever held a crossbow before?

No. I've only ever used swords.

[Well, one sword, technically. He never had a reason to fight or even think about learning it before his heritage came around - people avoided him, but nobody ever attacked him.]

Is it similar to guns on principle?

That at least would have given you a good tight grip - [better than nothing. And then again; confusion.]

What are 'guns'?

[A slight shrug] I played the harp before takingit up. Using a sword turned out surprisingly similar to that.

And guns... they are projectile weapons, the distance weapon that will replace bow and crossbow over a thousand years after your time. They're also called firearms, because they work, or at least used to work, with fire and explosions.

[He knows nothing of playing so he simply nods, taking his word for it.

He listens intently to the explanation on guns, trying to imagine to himself what such a weapon may be like. With fire? Are they simply a form of flaming arrows?]

Are they used here?

I haven't seen anyone use or display them yet, but since we are brought with our weapons, it may well be that someone brought his.

You might want to ask on the nextwork.

I shall.

[He nods] Thank you. Here - [He gives him an unloaded crossbow, and demonstrates the proper grip] It is a little large for you but that is all we have at the moment. If you pursue it, I'm certain we can have a smaller one made.

I'll see about that. [He stares at it in quiet concentration, taking in all of it with a few quick, steady glances.] What is it's reach?

This one is capable of reaching approximately 300 yards. There are better ones but this will more than do for practice.

[Bran nods and runs a finger over it, trying to get a feeling for the material and build - he's treating it a bit like a musical instrument, but not quite.]

You always start with those?

Ideally we would start with a smaller one, you cannot do your best nor make the best of the weapon if it's not suited for your size. But this is what is currently available.

I see.

[He weighs the weapon, trying to figure out how to exactly hold it.]

Are you fmiliar with all weapons of your time?

I cannot say all, but I have some measure of familiarity with most.

[He corrects his grip]

[Bran simply concentrates on the weapon now, trying to memorize the way in which he holds it now that Lancelot corrected him. It is a bit heavy, not so much that he couldn't hold it but. Well. A bit large.]

Keep your legs firm - if your feet are not stable, the arrow won't be stable either.

Is there any blowback from it?

[The only long range weapons that he knows any details about are firearms, and they do.]

Yes, if you don't keep your legs firm you will fall back, especially since this is too large and too powerful.

[So excuse him while he leans down and tries to knock your legs back from under you to test your footing.]

[His footing would have been solid if he hadn't seen the other man coming and tried to sidestep with the unfamiliarly heavy item in his hands. If it had been something that he was used to, he could have counterbalanced the additional weight now hanging over to one side, but as he is not-

he manages to just barely sidestep the older male's knock but overbalances, crashing into the ground shoulder first.]

[Ah, see. If your footing was strong you wouldn't need to sidestep anyone. He offers a hand to help him up.]

Perhaps we should work on that, before we work on using the crossbow.

Probably.

[It takes a bit of effort to not let his temper flare, because that was just unfair, but he won't comment on it, only throw the other male a long glance. Trying to be mature over here.]

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