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Characters: Nyx, Percival, Titania
Date/Time: Saturday, August 10th
Location: SCA Meet-up, NY
Rating: maybe PG
Warnings: None
Summary:


Bouncing up onto her toes, Titania craned her neck in an attempt to see over the crowd. People of all ages scurried this way and that, intent on their tasks. Normally, she would have stopped each one that caught her eye and asked questions, complimented a dress or sought permission to feel the weight of a weapon. The swirl of activity and colors made her smile and then laugh. A passing man in a grey tabard grinned at her and she blew him a teasing kiss.

Ten minutes later, the dark-haired actress had given up on trying to find anyone or anything in the melee and had snagged a young man who had been intently studying a tattered notebook. A sweet smile and deftly fluttered eyelashes earned her some directions and she made her way towards the practicing grounds. She only hoped Nyx was having better luck in trying to find Percival.

Date: 2013-08-30 08:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] piercethevale.insanejournal.com
It was no wonder the Duke was keen on getting his squire some practice: the guy had a definite issue acknowledging blows. That hit to his leg should have dropped him to one knee. Percival's jaw tightened. If there was one thing that got him angry (and there were precious few things in the world that could achieve that), it was lack of chivalry. And he knew Duke Ranulf would have taught the squire better than that.

The knight delivered another equally sharp blow to the exact same spot, again with no result. He hit just as hard as Duke Ranulf; it looked like he'd have to hit harder. Circling the squire, he blocked a few other attempts at a shot, then with lightning speed Percival dealt a clobbering blow to the squire's head that nearly knocked his helmet off.

That did the trick. The squire toppled like a tree, his bell well and truly rung. Quickly Percival removed his helmet and checked to make sure the squire wasn't unconscious, even as the marshall acknowledged him as the victor and the crowd started applauding. "I didn't mean to break him, Your Grace," he grinned wryly at Duke Ranulf.

"Nonsense!" the Duke grinned back. "He needed a little breaking."

With that reassurance, Percival made his way to where Titania and Nyx were seated. "What did you think?" he beamed.

Date: 2013-08-31 05:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] darkmystery.insanejournal.com
"You totally kicked his ass!" was Nyx's declaration, which wasn't very ladylike or chivalrous (were ladies supposed to be chivalrous? Whatever - she was actually neither, so it was a moot point) but it got the truth across. Then she grabbed Percy's face and gave him a playful smack of a victory kiss, too bad the other guy hadn't been so lucky!

But it was still cool to see. Percival was obviously in his element, which was nothing short of impressive. "Can you teach us to be as cool as you with a sword someday?"

Date: 2013-09-01 10:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] piercethevale.insanejournal.com
Percival accepted the victory kisses from the goddess and the Fae Queen the same way he accepted kisses from mortal women: he blushed. "Thank you, my ladies," he grinned at them. "You were both awesome inspiration."

"Two ladies, eh, Sir Alun?" Duke Ranulf teased, pounding him on the back. "You stud."

Blushing again, Percival shrugged and focused on Nyx and Titania. "Um, I can't teach daggers or poison, but I can teach you how to use a sword, if you really want to learn. It's kinda what I'm supposed to do as a knight, teach."

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