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[sworntovalor]

 [It seems eons have passed since he last showed his face on the network. It is a thinner face, one that has sobered considerably, one that is weary of life's trials.]

I wish to apologize to all those I worried. I...[he pauses as memories of his truly humiliating state flash through his mind. Swallowing quietly he continues] I seem to be myself again. I know not how I lost track of my bracelet this time, but I will keep a watchful eye to make certain to the best of my ability that it will not happen again.

[A soft smile spreads itself on his lips, despite it all]

To all my friends – I will be glad to hear from you. And my students - I would like you to contact me so that we may arrange a time for lessons to make up for my absence if you wish to have them. 

To those unaware and the newcomers to Asgard - I welcome you. My name is Sir Lancelot, please feel at ease to ask any question you may have, and if you wish to learn self defense you are more than welcome to contact me for that as well, I will be glad to refer you to the right teacher if you wish to master a weapon I do not offer instructions on. 

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please tenderly go to "aint nobody got time for that remix" on youtube

[stakes]

[ She tosses a grin over her shoulder. ]

If I carry you on piggyback we might get there faster.

[sworntovalor]

Is that a challenge?

[stakes]

Depends. Feel like rising to it?

[sworntovalor]

I will see you there.

[The race is ON]

[stakes]

You bet. Eat my dust!

[ AND THEY'RE OFF. RUNNIN' RUNNIN' LIKE IT'S THE LAST NIGHT OF THEIR LIVES

or some shit ]

[sworntovalor]

[HE DOESN'T LIKE DUST. DUST DOESN'T TASTE GOOD.

He's pretty damn fast, thank you very much.]

[stakes]

[ NOPE SHE's GOT THE ADVANTAGE OF TINY LEGS THAT TAKE HER FASTER NOPE NOPE NOPE... ]

[sworntovalor]

[One of the shortest of the knights, and burdened by armor, and recovering from greyness - he has many advantages of his own. Still keeping up though.]

[stakes]

[ Nooooo no keeping up allowed. She tosses a look over at him and grunts, willing herself to go faster. COME ON, BUFFY!! ]

[sworntovalor]

[Come on Buffy, being on equal grounds with Sir Lancelot is not so bad is it?]

[stakes]

[ No! She must be better!! No but really it's not that bad. But she takes a deep breath and surges herself forward because races are fun. And good exercise. ]