Whipping the new recruits into shape

[heiresy]

Who: Aymeric and you! If you aren't a guard, maybe you still have business in the grounds? Come tag along.
What: Aymeric is having breakfast with his fellows before taking new recruits around on an informal training tour.
When: Early AM
Where: In the castle
Warnings: Well. I know Cain's going to be in this.



[Aymeric is on the mend from his sex-related injuries. He is sporting a couple fresh cuts on his hip and ass- stitched and healing. They seem to be from the razor-sharp claw of some terrible beast. He wishes very much that he could be wearing pants at a time like this, even it it would be more uncomfortable. The area is a bit too awkward to dress the wound anyway... At the communal tables, he is trying to be sociable, talking to those he might ordinarily be more hesitant with.

Once breakfast is finished, he stands by the doors to ask the new faces if they would like to be shown around. It's clear enough that no one but himself has put him up to this. ]

Comments

[heiresy]

You would do good to make friends instead of enemies. As a fellow guard, it is my business. You don't know a damn thing about this place- How we are treated and punished. [He places a hand against the stonework to cut him off as he leans down a bit to invade Cain's space.] I don't need you making the rest of us look bad.

[khuy]

[Cain does not appreciate Aymeric cornering him like this, nor does he like the fact that he's leaning into his personal space. Not that Cain cares for personal space. It's the fact that Aymeric is leaning down at him. Lecturing him even.]

Me? Make you look bad? They love me already. [He wrinkles his nose and tries to back off.] You don't need to know what I'm doin'.

[heiresy]

Who is "they"? [He allows Cain to back off, but he doesn't move.]

Terribly suspicious of you. Be sure you come when you are called around here. [He moves away from the wall]

Allow me to show you to the apprentices' quarters.

[khuy]

The locals, they're already lovin' me. [But Aymeric is putting a damper on any boasting or preening Cain would have indulged in by reminding him who's in charge here. (Not either of them, certainly.)] Don't you worry about me, princess. I know a thing of two about military etiquette. I can ask how high the commander wants me to jump when he says jump and I know enough to assume that you aren't a ranking officer I gotta report to. [He scoffs.] No commander in their right mind would lead new recruits on a tour.