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Practical Squiring, Thursday

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 13:15:00 GMT

Posted by: godofxbox

Today, the students would find, rather than Ser Jaime Lannister, a blond fourteen-year-old wearing a t-shirt with the Decision Making Skills teacher's shield on it. It had been on the top of the pile on his floor, okay? "Uh, hey," Alex said to the class. "Mr. Lannister couldn't make it today, so he asked me to take over for him." Probably because Alex's name was first alphabetically, but he chose to believe it was because Mr. Lannister had faith in him. "So we'll be watching a movie with some squiring in it." Also, Heath Ledger. "I didn't really have time to get snacks, but I have a couple of boxes of Pop-Tarts and if anyone wants to run to the soda machine or whatever, now's your chance. The movie will be starting soon."

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Practical Squiring, Thursday

Thu, 09 Aug 2012 18:50:00 GMT

Posted by: givehimahand.livejournal.com

"A knight is more than just a soldier when all is said and done. Anyone can have a weapon given to them and told to kill to defend their lord, but a knight is supposed to be better than that."

Emphasis on the 'supposed to be' there. Today they met in a regular classroom, devoid of barrels, or armor, or swords. Jaime granted the students a slightly brittle smile as he kept on. "To become a knight, you are made to swear vows before your gods--who or whatever they may be--vows that demand you protect the defenseless, defend the weak, obey your king and liege lord... All sorts of vows."

Perhaps it was Brienne's fault that he was even bringing this up for class. Time spent with that beast of a woman had forced him to remember when he'd actually believed in honor and glory.

"But what do you do when they conflict?" Jaime asked. "You will be an oath breaker regardless of your choice. So where does your honor lay? To defend the weak or to obey your master?"

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Practical Squiring, Thursday

Thu, 02 Aug 2012 18:34:00 GMT

Posted by: givehimahand.livejournal.com

This week in class, Jaime greeted his students with a shield strapped to his right forearm. It felt clumsy and altogether wrong, but there was little choice else wise.

"It seems that I've missed an entire week, including your class," he told them dryly. "And all without the aid of a goodly amount of wine."

Lannisters/Wine OTP, yo.

"But I hope you learned something with your replacement class." With an archer. Ugh. "Today we become accustomed to the weight of a shield. Your shield and weapon should act as an extension of yourself, moving fluidly as your muscles have become used to it."

Until you have to learn it all over again as a crippled swordsman. Cry more, Jaime.

"Grab a shield and test the weight if you will." They were sturdy, heavy wood. Little nicks and gouges dotting the surfaces, but in perfectly working order.

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Archery for Beginners, Thursday, Period Two

Thu, 26 Jul 2012 14:38:00 GMT

Posted by: hehasheart.livejournal.com

Clint might have had to deal with unexpected radioing today, but he wasn't about to be late to his class. The Danger Shop had been set up like an archery range, as usual, but instead of the usual recurve bows, there was a table of crossbows waiting for the students.

"Good morning," Clint said, giving them all a light smile. "Most of you have been progressing very well, so today we're going to move on from regular bows to something a little more advanced - the crossbow." He picked up one of the crossbows and went over the basics of how to load, aim, and fire. Then, he fired at one of the targets to show the students how easy it was.

Okay, it was easy for him, but it'd be easy for them too with practice!

"There's a bow here for each of you," he continued, "so spend some time getting used to handling it, and then see how well you shoot."

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Practical Squiring, Thursday

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 18:27:00 GMT

Posted by: givehimahand.livejournal.com

There were swords waiting for the class this time around, blunted practice swords for each student. That didn't mean they weren't dangerous still. They were heavy slabs of metal that could break a man's arm if someone got careless. And no one wanted a trip to the clinic, right?

Right.

Jaime held one in his left hand, feeling just as awkward as he was certain he looked with it. He almost wished for the sword he'd given to the wench in order to at least look the part of noble warrior once again. "We will be getting a feel for the sword today," he informed the class. "We won't be fighting our classmates, though. I don't have enough patience to muddle through this many of you. Nor would I enjoy screams of pain when one of you undoubtedly hit another."

He smiled, holding up the stump of his right hand. "Let's remember these are not toys, shall we?"

Best blade safety demonstration ever, people!

"You will be striking wooden dummies until I'm certain you won't be stabbing yourself or others." A beat. "Without due cause, that is. Get to it."

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