Completed Signs of Trouble.

Our hero faces one of his old nemesis, the greatest fear - the school bench.

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Signs of Trouble.

Postby Markus Andres on May 31st, 2014, 11:38 am

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The sergeant's finger thudded against the desk as he impatiently waited for the teacher to arrive. It had been years since Markus had last been on the school bench. He could safely say he had not missed it one bit. He sighed as he considered if skipping classes would look bad on his records. The teacher might not even notice he was missing.

Markus looked around the room and saw plenty of empty chairs and barren tables. He was all alone. Perhaps his absence would be noticed should he sneak out. He heard the door open behind him and turned to look at his teacher. Sergeant knight Tyr Rhanan. His former superior, now colleague appeared from the doorway.

'Hello Markus. Ready for 4 bells of exciting lectures?!'

”Not particularly, ser.” Both smiled strained to one another. No doubt that the student didn't want to be sitting here.

'Right. Well, pay attention anyhow. Today we will be going over the basics of the Ekeldi language – the way to form simple commands and words.' Rhanan placed a book on Markus' table. A hefty book and Markus opened it and to his delight saw it was mostly drawings of hands accompanied with words underneath. A simple translation. But the more pages Markus flipped, the more he realized he was going to be learning an entire new language of gestures and signs.

Petch me...

'Right, close the book and focus on me. You probably know some of these commands.' Rhanan held up the palm of his hand flatly towards Markus. ”Stop, I assume.” Rhanan nodded and went on to the next gesture. His thumb up and the rest of the fingers folded into a fist. ”Yes or excellent?” Another nod and he continued. His ring finger bent, thumb moved across his palm and locked the finger against the palm index and middle finger close together as they, and the little finger, was stretched out. The little finger and index/middle finger was spread apart, creating a larger gap. Markus stared with a raised brow for a couple of moments before shrugging. ”I don't know.”

'A fork in the road.' Markus nodded. He did not understand why they had a word for that. But okay. And how was that a basic word? Why? Who was he to argue with a foreign language. Rhanan continued this way for close to ten chimes. The further he got and less common the gestures became Markus got more wrong than he did right. But all in all he was satisfied with his answers. Could not be expected to know more than the most basic of universal signs.

'Well, you got a basic grasp of those signs. But half the challenge with Ekeldi is getting your fingers to make the intricate movements. This.' He left two fingers up. 'Is simply two. But this.' He pointed at his eyes. 'Means: I see or simply see.' - Markus nodded slowly. He could see the difference, but making such a simple mistake in the field might cause confusion and that last thing a commander needed was more confusion when he led his troops. Markus made a mental note to remember the small things when using the Ekeldi language. 'There are many similar signs, so you have to be sure that you're doing them correctly.' Markus hand raised to catch the thing Rhanan just tossed to him. A coin? He looked at the silver coin, there was nothing special about it. Curiously he looked to sergeant Rhanan who also held a coin which he then began to move across his outstretched fingers. The coin turned about as he gracefully moved it from finger to finger.

'A simple exercise to prepare your fingers for the intricate movements.' Markus nodded. Great, he was going to be doing homework in the form of juggling a coin.

"So you are not paying me to get the petch out of here before you lose your patience?" The lack of both smile and laughter told Markus that jokes were not appreciated at this bell.
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Signs of Trouble.

Postby Markus Andres on May 31st, 2014, 11:41 am

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Markus could feel his brain cells die as Rhanan continued the lecture. Devoured by their kin starving in the boredom. His first and foremost concern was to teach Markus the military commands needed to run a Wing. Simple orders: Go, move out, stop, attack, retreat, go right/left, magic attack, fire, hold fire, wait for my signal, careful, kill, charge etc.. Some of them were simple, like go and stop. Flat palm for stop, the other him waving people forth. Others were a little more complicated, use magic was the worst thus far. Required him to bend his middle finger over the index finger and make the same gesture as attack. The X formed by his fingers obviously meaning magic. Combined with attack. It became, magic attack. The sign it self was not hard to remember, but as Rhanan had said, making the actual movements with the fingers was hard. To push a finger over his other finger was a chore, especially doing it without the aid of the other hand made it harder. Which brought about a simple problem to Markus who was accustomed to the restrictions of his armour.

”Ser, out of curiosity, how am I supposed to make these signs while wearing a gauntlet? Heck, even the leather gloves would make many of these signs unusable.”

'Which is why many of them are done with the palm towards those you speak to. Makes it easier to understand.' Markus frowned a little at this explanation.

”Still se-”

'Quiet and focus. Show me the sign for 'charge'.'

Markus did as he was told. His hand came up. Flat palm towards his head and he made an exaggerated gesture past his head twice. As if he was chopping through the air. He performed this motion twice. Only once would mean attack. Twice meant charge. A distinct difference according to some, but for Markus they seemed almost the same in nature.

'Would that be hindered by gauntlets? Or gloves?' Markus shook his head and understood it a little.

The training continued. Words and the signs. For much longer than a bell and Markus felt the weariness in his fingers and most notably, the joints. As they were unfamiliar and unused to such intricate movements that some of the signs required. Several times he had to clench his hand into a fist and let the hand rest a little. Stretch the fingers out. Try and bite through the mounting pain as he worked the fingers to improve the dexterity of both his mind and fingers. Turn them more nimble instead of large claws capable of only holding a sword and the occasional stroke against a woman.

His mind became distracted, with the memory of a certain female member of the Messer family. Enjoyment flickered across his visage, only to be removed by a snap of Rhanan's fingers. Markus blinked, returned to the present, looked at Tyr bemused. The only escape he had had for the past two bells.

'Seems you've gotten a grasp of those signs. Now onto more useful ones outside of combat. Yes is this sign.' His hand, with impossible grace flicked into a simple sign. Markus imitated the sign. 'And No is this sign.' Another simple sign. Markus once more imitated the teacher. There was not much to it any longer. Only him showing signs, many signs in a row and their meaning.

'This sign is?' Markus squinted a little, trying to jolt his memory. ”Trust?” Rhanan shook his head. 'Trust is this sign.' He flashed the sign and let it linger for a moment before shifting back to the other sign. They were similar, but the thumb was in a different position, clear to someone who knew the language fluently, to Markus it wasn't as clear as the teacher hoped, but Markus had never been a good student. He closed his eyes. Trying to associate the sign with a specific word. ”Uhm. Danger?” Rhanan nodded and flashed a new sign. Testing Markus' memory for the signs. Something told him this would be what the two would spend their next ten chimes on.
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Signs of Trouble.

Postby Markus Andres on May 31st, 2014, 11:42 am

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It turned out to be half a bell of signs being shown, Markus responding. Most of the time the sergeant eventually got it correct. Only a few truly eluded him and left him utterly blank without even a qualified guess. Some had been so wrong that Rhanan had shaken his head in defeat before he told the answer. But most of the time Markus has gotten a grasp of the different meanings of the signs. There was still a long way to go, especially since Rhanan was focusing primarily on teaching Markus the simplest of vocabularies. Although at the time he didn't feel it was a simple one. Still struggling to accurately move his fingers in a way that would make Rhanan understand the gestures. Rhanan had the advantage of knowing the signs being made, so he had an easier time of deciphering the sluggish movements of Markus' hand.

Just put a blade in this hand and I could do things that would amaze Myri. He thought bitterly as he once more was struggling with pushing a finger far enough out to perform the sign for trust. Trust. When would one need to flash the sign for trust to anyone? Trust me, let us attack? When. But he didn't voice his annoyance and instead continued the, by now, painful lesson. It was mainly his left hand that hurt. Which brought up another question, was he supposed to not do these signs while carrying a shield?

Whatever. Will just have to adapt and use right hand only words during combat. Makes sense anyhow. All the military commands have been right hand, I suppose if I need to have an extended conversation with anyone it won't be in the middle of the battlefield. – At least that was what he hoped as one of his finger joints cracked as the bone gently popped against the base of the finger. Markus looked at his finger, the other sergeant did so as well. Markus shrugged as he moved the finger about. Only been the joint cracking, much like he could do with his neck. Though the prospect of his joint making that noise from simple movements did worry him a little. Perhaps Ekeldi wasn't for him.

”Ser, can we take a five chime break? My fingers are killing me.”

Rhanan seemed to mull over the concept in his mind. Looking to the books and shrugged in return.

'We are almost done. Another couple of chimes and you can be off for the day.'

The idea of freedom from this class was enough to bring up the spirit in Markus. As if Rachel had used the mark of her goddess upon him. Markus worked through the painful few signs left. Finally reaching the final four for the day. Peace and civilization. Right hand only. He supposed that made sense. Made a lot of sense. Then the final sign. Syliras. Knight. Both of those were right hand as well. Military commands or merely coincidence? Markus mulled it over in his mind but shrugged as he parroted the signs with minor errors back to Rhanan. Part of his hand felt like a Zith had decided to use it as his new chew toy. Feeling a slight cramp in the left hand he began to massage it gently with the right.

'Right, we are done for today. I will see you on the... 30th again. That wasn't so bad, was it Markus?' A pair of dark emerald eyes stared at the teacher in disbelief. At what part had Markus' many grimaces as pain racked his hands seemed to be a sign of him enjoying himself? Luckily the pain had largely subsided in both hands. Would have to be a little careful with his use of the signs in the future. Not push his fingers too far in the start. Slowly make them more dexterous and add to the movements of the hand. A day of freedom before the next wonderful lesson. Wasn't really freedom, had to spend it preparing the wing for a patrol that would be taking place after the morning lesson on the 30th. Markus packed up his training book. Considering where he would go now. Back to his apartment?

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Signs of Trouble.

Postby Radiant on June 3rd, 2014, 2:43 pm

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Markus :
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Socialization +2 XP
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Tyr Rhanan: Sergeant Knight
Language: Ekeldi (Poor)


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I can imagine how awkward Markus must looked, flexing his fingers here and there. :lol:

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