Frederick's First Fitness Hour

[milord]

Characters: Frederick and ERRYBODY
Setting: Various tower floors, but pretty much just the dormitories and a couple First Block floors.
Format: Starting action, but I'll match your preference.
Summary: A knight wakes up in the tower! Exploration and serious good times ensue, or something like that.
Warnings: None as of yet, to be updated!

Room 5-08/Dormitory Floor

[If there's one thing Frederick is adept at, it's keeping his cool. He may be alarmed at waking up in a strange location, clad in strange clothes, with a strange note telling him his world is completely dead, but he does a remarkably good job of hiding it beneath a stern look. A quick glance around the room is enough to tell him that his fellows are in a similar situation, and...]

[... and...]

[Wordlessly, the knight is on his feet, searching for his belongings. That incredibly obvious trunk at the foot of his bed is a good a place as any to start]

**************

[Later, following a possible minor... incident within his dorm room, Frederick is finally in his regular outfit and armor, silver sword at his side. However, it's only now as he stands in the hallway, looking stern as ever, that he truly grasps how different this... place is from home. It's looking to be a long day. But if he has roommates, there must be others, yes? And certainly, someone must be more informed than himself. If he sees you, it won't be long before a polite introduction follows]

Floor Four - Does This One Even Have a Nickname?

[Hmm, some sort of relaxation area? But with plenty of space... Frederick puts a hand to his chin as he surveys the room, gauging it with a glance]

Yes... this is ample space to re-start my Fitness Hour. Even in circumstances such as these, I must keep myself in top form.

Floor Six - Forest

[After a 'hearty' breakfast of oatmeal (still better than bear jerky), Frederick's taken to exploring the first block. Intent on having a good grasp on his surroundings but hesitant to push himself too hard, he finds himself taking his time on the floor that's an inexplicably large forest. This is something a bit more his speed! Granted, the vicious deer that attack on sight with horrible teeth? Those are a little new]

[If you're lucky enough, you just might catch him wiping the blood from his blade, a freshly slain deer at his feet. Deer... he should be able to handle that, right? It's at least not bear]

Comments

Floor 4

[alephbet]

[Hm...]

What Fitness Hour?

[milord]

[Hmm, he hadn't expected anyone to hear, but...]

Ah, apologies! I didn't mean to be rude. Back home, I ran a daily fitness regimen for the troops - Frederick's Fanatical Fitness Hour. I had thought this floor might provide with ample space to resume the practice.

Floor 6

[technologic]

[And April does come across him cleaning his blade, as she uses her coat to clean off her machete. She doesn't like using her guns unless she has to.]

Oh, good kill.

[milord]

[He looks over, giving his new company a nod and an appraisal. She hardly seems the close combat type, but that bloody machete says all too clearly not to judge based on appearances. A good lesson, that]

It was simply years of practice at work - and careless work, at that. I should not have dropped my guard, even around what seemed like deer. So far it appears as though nothing is quite as it seems in this place.

floor 6, sup

[tacticaldisaster]

[So Robin's managed to lose her watcher unit for a little while. Yaaay!

...And then she heard something that sounded a lot like violence right upon entering the sixth floor. A quick search reveals the source to be...] Frederick?

Just killin some deers

[milord]

[Watcher unit? Oh Robin, you're going to have to give some fun explanations, aren't you?]

[But all things in good time, for Frederick brightens considerably when he turns to face the familiar voice]

Robin! I had begun to fear I was good as alone here. ... though if you're here, it bodes ill for our chances of escape.

[Ever the serious one. Some things never change]

Dormitory Floor!

[gradosfinest]

[Now Amelia's slowly getting used to the Tower being a somewhat unpredictable place, but just when exactly did the dorms have a fifth floor added? And by the looks of it this floor's nearly empty as well, most of the dorm rooms look completely unattended. Chances are Frederick would be aware of Amelia before she's aware of him, thanks to her armored footsteps echoing through the hallways.

Not that it exactly takes her long to notice him once she's rounded the corner, because let's be honest, big guys in heavy armor tend to stand out. provided your name isn't Kellam And although she's discovered any run-in with a person can potentially go south, this isn't someone she's seen before. Between that and the obvious influx of newcomers it isn't hard to figure out he's probably new so she decides to chance an introduction.]

Excuse me, sir! You look a little lost. [And make no mistake, that's a silver sword sheathed on her belt as well. Not to mention an axe he's likely never seen before slung across her back.]

[milord]

[A silver sword, an axe who's equal he's barely ever seen, distinct armor... yes, he's certainly cast an appraising glance at this girl approaching him. Though he'd like to think they hail from the same realm, her manner of dress is a bit... confusing. It's not Ylissean, nor is it Plegian or anything he recognizes from his time across the sea. Something from a faraway continent, perhaps? Though if that were the case, he'd surely have no way of knowing]

[Very interesting indeed]

Apologies miss, but I feel I am. I'd ask for directions, but I'm not yet sure where to start.

Floor four

[ocariness]

[ So have a very short Hylian in green, fully decked out in sword, shield, gauntlets and some tools as well. Not armor quite as hefty as your, Frederick, a tunic isn't meant for protection, that's what the shield is for. Link cannot help but watch, though, and stare.

This man... he must be... ]

Um... excuse me.

[ Link is kind of quiet. Because... ]

Are you a Knight?

[milord]

[Frederick had of course noticed the armed lad in a tunic - ever mindful of his surroundings, but hadn't introduced himself yet. Now seemed as good a time as any, especially with the question. The young lad was armed... was he perhaps a young warrior, looking to lend his aid to Chrom?]

[Possible, but unlikely. After all, had his lord been in the tower, the entirety of it would feel far more inspired! No, the lad surely wanted something else]

Why yes, I am. My name is Frederick, and I am a Knight of Ylisse.

Dormitory

[gothic_temptress]

[Aversa had been exploring the various areas around the dormitory for the sake gaining an understanding her surroundings and gaining an advantage over anyone who may have sought to end a life already being lived on a borrowed time.

That however was quickly abandon upon finding Chrom's right-hand man standing there was enough for her abandon that task for a moment.]

Funny seeing your here.

[milord]

[Likewise, Frederick's own exploration is quickly forgotten when he lays eyes on one of the most loyal servants of Grima. In most circumstances, he'd be quick to assume she had a hand in his current situation...]

[But the collar around her neck says otherwise. No need to draw a blade just yet]

First the Mad King, and now you... I'd say unexpected, but that hardly seems to come close.

Floor Six

[lightofhumanity]

[chaos sometimes wandered through the forest for nostalgia purposes. It had been a long time since he had been on Earth, and while this forest didn't belong to that planet, it was similar enough that chaos liked it. However, when he saw and sensed a man cleaning his blade and a freshly killed deer at his feet, chaos walked up to him, his smile gone. But chaos wasn't glaring either.]

..If you wanted some practice fighting, having a spar with one of the residents might help you more than killing deer.

[milord]

[Frederick hardly expected to be approached after his brief scuffle, let alone reprimanded for killing a deer. Then again, if he hadn't seen himself get attacked by a deer, he wouldn't believe it either]

If I wanted to practice, I wouldn't have picked a deer. That said, I'll defend myself from attack, whether that attack comes from man or beast.

floor four

[suppress]

[Fitness hour? Presea considers the words, joining Frederick in looking around the lounge before finally questioning him,]

Are you looking for a place to resume training?

[milord]

[He nods at the girl who's joined him - ... the little girl carrying an imposingly large axe]

[Well]

[Alright then]

Indeed. As part of my duties, I ran a daily training regimen for our party back home. I also do my own training, but I thought it might be wise to offer the same service to those here who wish it.

floor 4

[angramaintsu]

[ Great, some kind of loser is talking about making a fitness show here. ]

Can't you go to a floor where that sort of thing is anything but a disturbance?

[milord]

[Well, that was a little... hostile. Frederick looks over at the lady and gives her a smile]

While I wouldn't think devoting an hour a day to keeping yourself in shape is a disturbance, I'd welcome other floor suggestions. I'm sure there are plenty I haven't seen yet.

Floor 4

[hideandhero]

That's a good one, my man.

[Fitness hour. Hah. Then again, Cain couldn't speak as he spent more than a single our a day making sure he was physically fit. Which means his words are actually sincere and not joking.

Then again, he also has a cup of quite nasty smelling tea in his hand. An acquired taste.]

What all do you plan to accomplish in the hour?

[milord]

[Someone interested in his fitness hour... and drinking tea?! If only he had asked Frederick the question while starting a fire, he would have found a truly kindred spirit. As it is, he'll answer while being mildly annoyed at himself for being unable to place that particular tea by smell alone]

While an hour is hardly enough for a complete training regimen, it's a good way for people to both build camaraderie and their strength. Though I haven't been here long, it seems both will be useful in this place.

Floor 4, joins the troupe of people joining in on Fitness Hour~ ARE WE DOING RADIO EXERCISES TODAY?

[idol_support]

[This floor does have a nice lounge, and it's one of the easier--and safer--places to go when she doesn't feel like going back to her dorms room right away, or braving the long flights of stairs and possibly-dangerous floors it would take to find her way elsewhere.]

"Fitness Hour," huh? Sounds like it could be fun! But you know, there is a gym with weights and stuff on Floor 39, if you're really serious about it.

[It's nice to curl up on one of the couches in a corner and just enjoy the quiet, but finding a way to stay active sounds good, too. :D]

ZUMBA FOR EVERYBODY

[milord]

[Aha! Though the young lady is hardly physically imposing, she appreciates the value of exercise! Of course, and why not? There were plenty of those back home who were hardly imposing and joined in the sessions]

While facilities are fantastic for personal training, a broader, more generalized session is better without one. With everyone at their own level, weights would only complicate matters. I do thank you for the suggestion, however! I trust this means I'll be seeing you at the first session?

Dormitory halls, and I apologize if this sucks since I'm writing this far too late at night.

[warriorscribe]

*And there's someone passing by now who looks like he knows where he's going, heading towards the stairs going down.

The moment he's spoken to, though, the man in strange armor stops obligingly. It's the time for newcomers, after all, and the patient, if a little weary, smile on his face is one of someone used to helping others with questions like the ones Frederick is likely to have.*

You're good! Don't stress it <3

[milord]

Apologies, I don't mean to interrupt, but my name is Frederick and I'm a knight of Ylisse. I've found myself in this realm and was hoping you might have a few moments to answer some questions regarding this land.

[Simple and to the point, that's just how he is]

floor 4 because frederick's fitness hour

[carabina]

A fitness hour?

[ There's a soft laugh that follows. She's not making fun of him; it's more like she's surprised by how cheerful he sounds about it. Most newcomers would be talking about how they wanted out. ]

There's a gym somewhere, if you're interested. If you want a place that's more roomy, floor twenty-five would be a perfect place for a fitness hour.

[milord]

[For the briefest of moments, Frederick confuses the young lady with one from his home - but he collects himself quickly. It's the meticulously styled hair]

A gym would be ill suited to what I need, but if you can suggest somewhere even better I'd be in your debt, miss.

This will be fun

[killadeadman]

[The notes can wait. The trunk can wait. Wondering where the hell he is can wait.]

[Gangrel has a bigger problem to address.]

[A quite literally bigger problem in the form of a Ylissean knight. To see Frederick sitting on a near-by bed... Gangrel doesn't do much more than prop himself up on his elbows and stare for a while.]

Hm. Well. It's official. I've died, and they've sent you to the same place just to torment me.

Or someone's changed my sleeping arrangements without telling me. How rude.

omg yes I've been waiting for this!

[milord]

[He's had enough time to experience the abject horror that comes with realizing he's sleeping that close to the Mad King and none of the time he would've liked to arm himself. Dammit! He'll have to figure this out as he goes]

[At the very least, Gangrel hasn't launched into an attack yet. It's almost like he's as surprised as Frederick is]

[Surprise hardly makes him trustworthy, though, and his attitude is as infuriating as ever]

If that note is to be believed, we've not died but been 'saved.' However, if that were true, I've no idea why you would be here and not Lord Chrom.

[He pauses for a moment, eager to accuse Gangrel of some trickery... but if the Mad King were truly at fault, the gloating would have started already. And that collar around his neck - Frederick reaches to his, only to find the same thing there]

This feels far more like captivity and torment - but perhaps I should leave that subject to the expert.