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Olivia von Hooten, dressed in impeccable riding gear with a loose scarf around her throat, has set up not in the courtyard outside the ares dorm, but in the center of the track -- with a huge table at one end, piled with weapons. These, at least, aren't edged; they're carefully padded with foam, to make them good for practice but not equipped to actually hurt anyone.
They're newbies, and while she might have been willing to risk a couple fingers, the ruling had been for safety.
So. With a smile on her face that doesn't quite touch her eyes, Olivia lets the new recruits gather in the stadium seating above, gesturing them in closer in a warm and friendly sort of way, and for the better part of an hour, she instructs them in how to use pretty much every kind of weapon in the armory.
All of them old-fashioned. No guns. No rocket launchers. Moving parts? maybe, but no gunpowder and no electronics. They're not compatible with the magic.
Some of them might wonder why they need this, and she'll cover that, too.
"Monsters are real," which sounds like madness, but she's serious about it.
"Monsters are drawn to the Chosen," which might sober them all up and draw in their focus.
"Sometimes, we need you to fight them," which doesn't mean all of them, of course, and she clarifies that too. Sometimes, people are better suited to other tasks, and naturally, everyone at the Prytaneum understands that. Not everyone has to be an amazing fighter, but they do need to know the basics.
"So. Get down here and practice."
The Prytaneum
RP setting for Heroes of the Prytaneum b/c shop
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