Ricdinchirock Training Thread

It was raining as if the sky was an upturned bucket when a man dressed in a white suit and black shirt stepped through the door of the book store. He looked to be around 18 years of age with a head of almost painfully white hair ant blue ayes that almost radiated friendliness. He put away his umbrella and asked the shopkeeper, "Hello. How are you doing today? What with all this rain anyway."

"Oh I was just looking to see if you had any manuscripts from gunsmiths or the like." the man said, perusing a shelf of old-looking books.

"Actually, I was looking for the notes from the people who hand crafted guns. I'm not sure that that was actually true, so I started searching for information on the subject." The man explained animatedly as if talking of the next greatest archaeological find. "Oh, wait, I never formally introduced myself!" he said suddenly. "I am Rick R. Diamond." he said with a slight bow.

"Is there something I could do to help sir?" Rick said with mild confusion and interest. "I have a few skills that may be of use." He was quite worried considering the manner of which the man had entered. Judging by the volume of the door's slam, he wouldn't be surprised to see its hinges broken and the wall next to it cracked. The man must have traveled very far very fast to be this out of breath. Rick had never seen such urgency since...

"I see." Rick said, understanding the situation. To most others outside of himself, he might seem a bit calm for this scenario, if not a little bit irritated, but in truth, he has dealt with far worse in his lifetime. "I know of magic," he stated plainly, "I'm even quite good at it." He holds up his hand to form a small sphere of light in his palm. "So what do you suggest is done? reinforce the ward? find who's tampering with it? All of the above?" He was prepared to deal with an extremely powerful force, judging by the men standing before him and what he felt to be their amount of skill. These were no ordinary men, either.

((Also, I'd say you're okay to head over to the in-character chat threads. I want to see how you handle combat before I okay you for joining group roleplays.))

"East of town. If you came in that way, you probably saw it." Darrin replied, hopping up on top of a little green wagon that seemed to be the conveyance that the two used to get around. Beryl got up as well, intending to drive the animals that pulled it.
"Oh, you might want to hold on." Darrin warned as he gave Rick a hand up. "Beryl drives pretty fast," It looked like he had been about to say something, but he cut himself short, recalling something else.
"It's a woven ward. We're both weavers, he and I, though he's much better at it than I am." Darrin carried on, still talking. "You'll see it clear enough once we get there. Oh, and do you happen to have any edibles on you?" He asked, seemingly offhand.
((The substance is all right, but you might want to think about how you say it. I find that using an inner monologue for that kind of stuff is better. So, like this, maybe: I wonder what kind of spell they're using? They look like channeling casters, but I've never seen anyone cast a ward that way... I'll need to know if I'm going to help. The character's thoughts are usually put in italics, by the by.))

((You got the first part, but it looks like you just sort of ignored the rest of the post. Also, your post is coming up a bit short again. The brackets are an interesting idea, but they break the flow of your post, so you really should use italics.))
"You don't say," Darrin responded, seeming to be quite used to the jarring jerks of the cart going over the unmaintained road into town. "In that case, we'll get this finished right up, won't we?" He smiled as they picked up speed.
Soon enough, they were within view of the estate. A thick stone wall surrounded it, with a wrought iron gate fixed securely into the masonry. It appeared as if it would be quite good at keeping people out, had it been locked. As it was, it was standing open, with a wispy man standing by. It appeared he had been waiting for them.
"Afternoon, Reid." Beryl tipped his hat, nodding to the stranger. Based on his mode of dress, he worked for the owner of the house.
"See it?" Darrin, dropping his voice quite low, pointed out the unraveling ward. As of yet, it was still a rather small hole, but if something weren't done about it, things could go from bad to worse quite quickly.

((Oh, okay, that's easy enough. Either hit 'reply' and use the buttons instead of the quick reply box, or use the tags [i][/i] to italicise. Just put your text between them.))
"I'll see you up at the house. I'll check in with Mr. Gatting." Beryl excused himself, urging the animals up towards the house. Darrin, too, had dismounted.
"I suppose," Reid blinked, remaining perfectly composed. "I don't know much about magic, I'm afraid." Clearly, he was unused to this form of communication.
"Right, then, we should go have a look." Darrin had already set off a short ways towards the tear.
"Well, what's this?" Darrin scaled the stone wall and stood atop it to get a better look at it, wincing slightly as he did so. Inspecting it closely, he picked out a string or two, inspecting them and their place in the weft. "What do you make of it? Seems to me like it was deliberate. Being manipulated from in town, I would imagine." He tapped his chin, squinting at the problem as if to make sense of it.
"Oh, dear, you might want to get up here." His focused mood changed abruptly as the sound of quick footsteps became audible. Yannik, the Labrador-sized juvenile drake, seemed about ready to make a new acquaintance- and that usually involved throwing around all of his weight, which was quite considerable.

"We'll fix this first," Beryl replied before Darrin had a chance to, approaching them and attempting to keep his dignity intact with the drake jumping at him excitedly.
"Yannik," A thickly accented voice came from behind him, a woman's voice. Upon hearing his name, the drake sat down, though the excitement still shone in his bright eyes.
"This is Hagar, one of the people the ward is supposed to be protecting." Beryl introduced her with a gesture before setting to work on the ward. He worked quickly, clearly very used to manipulating the weave.
"Nice to meet you," She made a short bow of recognition before putting her hands on her hips. She clearly was a person unused to living in a nice estate- her clothing placed her among the lower classes of society, but her no-nonsense stance seemed to say 'what of it?'. A scar across the bridge of her nose stood out, but her expression was anything but beaten.
"We should go to town. Will you be accompanying us, Miss Hagar?" Darrin glanced between the three of them.
"You stop it with that 'miss', I told you so already." She tapped her foot, but then continued. "Yes. It's awful being stuck here all day."