isleofavalon | meet me at the back of dennys

Sir TARTAGLIA of the A - O - L. I have come upon you at this Dennys parking lot to fight with you at last!

[ Here you have this Knight sliding off his Horse Gringolet, and slaming his long sword into the dirt? pavement? The floor, it sinks into the ground and Gawain stands before whoever this Tartaglia is. Excited to exchange in a fruitful spar! His voice is loud and forth coming, as if hailing of him from the Le Denny's restaurant As if the Le Dennys were a castle in itself. ]

Yeah, that's me.

[So this is what a Dennys is? It's not as impressive as he was thinking it was going to be, but it's apparently the place to have fights.

He claps his hands together, reaching for the bow strapped to his back.]

I really hope your bite is as good as your bark!

[why is he so lame]

Is that a phrase?

[ Gawain has now catalogued this in his compendium of phrases he will now continue to butcher it in the future I love and hate this. ]

Might I know your full name good sir? I will introduce myself accordingly, and we shall fight a battle most grand.

My name is Sir Gawain, I am son of King Lot and Lady Morgan le Fay a Knight of the round table. Though I do not hail from this realm. I hail from another equally the same.

[ Gawain presses a hand to his tunic, bowing accordingly. ]

Let us fight without holding back, yes?

I- yes?

[What's with this guy... He wasn't expecting to go through all of this.]

I'm Childe, Eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers.

[A realm that has their own Morgan le Fay and King Lot? Honestly, what's up with that?]

But yeah, let's do it! You better not disappoint me.

[That would make Childe sad, and nobody likes a sad twink.]

[ STOP NOT A SAD FUCKING TWINK NOO!!!! NOT THE TWINKIES!!! ]

I will not.

[ Gawain simply says, firmly. Breathing in a sharp bit of breath, he casts his stance and readily draws his large sword out from it's perched place. The bow in the others hand had made him consciously aware that retaining a fight in length would not benefit him. That he would need to immediately, close the distance and continue as the battle raged on.

He launches forward, his face serious and even mannered. The sword he holds is only held by one hand, despite how heavy and large it looks. When he reels it forward he takes into account never to idly hit Childe in place where it would be fatal - though all the same. Where he aims and means to maim, inevitably would draw one to think he were going in for the kill. The large sword whirling about and slamming down from the side, consciously aware of keeping himself protected from the projectiles that would hail forth from the others bow. ]

[TRULY... A TRAGEDY...]

Good.

[His eyes track his movement, looking at the way he draws his sword and how he handles it. He seems experienced, which is exactly what Childe was hoping for - hopefully that means this will be a challenge, something Childe can learn for and improve with whether he wins or loses.

He pushes himself back, drawing an arrow but Gawain is moving so quickly he doesn't have the chance to aim properly - not that he knows how to properly fire an arrow properly in the first place - and it whizzes right past Gawain's ear. Disappointing. Not that there's much time to dwell when there's a sword to dodge-]

You're pretty quick on your feet for such a big guy with such a big sword!

[How many comments can he make about swords in this fight, stay tuned to find out.]

[ He stops. The arrow whizzing past him, the sword slamming deep into the ground just beside Childe. Whom stepped back with a whirl of excitement upon them, meanwhile the Knight looks annoyed.

Gawain looks pissed. Heated. Aggravated. ]

I am not fighting you. If you've not the intent to face me at your fullest capacity.

[ Gawain, leaves the sword and if Childe is a few steps beyond it. The Knight flicks his own cape back behind him. With this domineering steps as he comes upon the other. He is reaching to take hold of that Bow, and maybe grip it tightly. Though if Childe lets him, he would merely toss it out. Regardless, his eyes are sharp and his words are hinged with a sense of ferocity he doesn't show to others. ]

What is this?

[ The bow, and his poor handling of it. ]

[Ah. That's a look Childe's used to seeing.

He laughs brightly, pulling the bow out of Gawain's grasp. He should be ashamed that the man is calling him out like this, but, well.

Childe has no shame. He hasn't felt it since he was a nervous, skittish child with big dreams of adventure. Now he just has misplaced confidence.]

I'm not any good with bows, so I'm practicing. If you want, I could use something else.

[Not that he seems to be carrying any other weapons on him...]

Practicing in a battle to train like this?

[ Gawain lets out a heave of breath, ]

I see, then I will gladly help you with your cause. Here I had thought you were not taking me or this battle seriously. Fret not, we shall make it so that you string your bow far better then Lord Tristian ever could.

[ Gawain nods his head, and turns with his cape flowing behind him. He reaches for his sword, the handle of it pitched within his hand. Pulled out from the ground once more, and he settles into a stance. ]

I apologize then for my transgression, let us fall into battle once more.

[This... has been a day. Of all things to find in around here, Kotarou never thought that this place had even existed. He hoped that the food was decent. This certainly wouldn't had been an ideal dating spot, but maybe he could bring a friend or two if they wanted to somewhere to crash after a long quest! It's best to have positive thoughts right now!

But that was more of a long term idea. Right now, he was just looking at his phone to make sure that the location was correct and he stands outside patiently.]

Is this guy gonna take me out to eat or are we going to talk things out? If it's both, then I won't pass up free food.

[ In the most galivanting way and obnoxious manner EVER. Gawain approaches in his full armor, the cloak over his hulking shoulders make it very evident the male is large like a Gorilla. Muscular, taut, and ready to beat his ass in if he starts any trouble about his darlingest sister. However, he is very obliged and certain the other would not dare.

When he comes upon him a hand upon his chest he greets himself accordingly: ]

Good Evening good Sir, I am Gawain Knight of the Round table son of King Lot and Lady Morgan le Fay. It is good to meet the man face to face whom seems to trouble my sister over the box screens accordingly. Come, I have reserved us seats. I am told that this place is where one should handle fights and conversations like the one we will have.

[Even with all of his training in Guardian, Kotarou is nowhere near as jacked at this guy. He looks nice, but all of the muscle and armor tells him otherwise. People who are always smiling are usually the most scary. That's definitely real armor. He wonders if he's seriously killed a guy... I could easily see it! He could snap someone's neck from behind and laugh it off like nothing!

Kotarou is at a loss for words here. Gawain has even reserved seats for them, so now he couldn't just brush this off. This was out of his wallet, after all.]

U-Uh, hey there. My name is Kotarou. Tennouji Kotarou. I'm, uh... not that important. I ran an Occult Research Club back home, but other than that...

[He couldn't even muster the courage to come up with one of his many over-the-top titles to give a little goofy introduction. This is how much presence this man has.]

T-Thank you very much for inviting me for this meal. I can always break the check with you if you want.

Nonsense, I have invited you. You are under my hospitality it would not bode well for a Knight to invite someone and not cover the 'expenses' as it were. Come, sit we have much to speak about. Your little drivel upon the public network, has me appalled and troubled all the same. That you would talk to my sister in such a fashion, it seems too that she has pity over you?

[ He motions to move the other toward Le Denny's, seemingly talking still with his up beat and warming personality. ]

I too have decided that, a man who speaks to another in such a fashion. A Knight none-the-less is in need of someone to reprimand and reform them.

As such, I have taken it upon myself to make you My Squire.

Pity, huh? I guess there's no hiding the fact that I'm a pitiful person, yeah.

[There had to be a catch here, but Gawain's actions seemed very genuine. Kotarou still wants to stuff his head in a toilet and forget that whole thing even happened. He usually felt like a side character, but nowadays... It was even less so. It's a bit hard to summon up his usual upbeat demeanor since it'd feel more forced than usual. Compared to Gawain here, Kotarou could tell that he couldn't live up to having a sunny personality when he's the opposite on the inside. He was the fakest of the fake.

Putting his hands in his pockets, Kotarou steps forward into the Le Denny's and looks around as he ponders on where their seat was. He takes a moment to awkwardly rub the back of his head. His movements are far more sheepish and lacks a certain devil-may-cry confidence that he usual had.]

So, uh... What exactly does a Squire do? I'm not exactly savvy with medieval stuff, but if you could explain it to me... Then I'll definitely do my best to understand.

[Compared to the norm, Kotarou is being far more polite and humble than his usual over-the-top and silly self. Considering that he bore his soul for all to see and Gawain noticed, it would've been impossible to hide who he really was.]

[ Someone for him to bully while Kadoc is hooking up with his sister- i mean. ]

A means of learning how to become a Knight yourself no? Though in truth, I have yet to be officially Knighted within this realm. Perhaps with that in mind, we can both come to work on ourselves. To become Knights of Avalon.

[ Its almost as if he is deciding for the other, which is half true. ]

Before that though, let us become good friends and dine before the amazing Le Dennys!

[Karma's a bitch.]

Wait, wait, wait, wait... Time out. When did I agree to become a knight? I don't even know the first thing about knights asides wielding swords and looking cool.

[Kotarou lets out a resigned sigh. "I feel like whenever I say will go one ear from this guy and out the other. He doesn't seem to be a bad guy..." With a huff, he'll be walking over to sit down at a table.]

It would be a good way to get popular and make a name for myself. But I don't think things would be that easy! If I had a cheat code to get my way to the top-- [Like his Rewrite ability which was a complex cheat code in itself.]-- Then that'd be convenient. But everyone knows that's not how life works.

[ UGHH KOTAROU NEEDS TO MEET CHARLEMAGNE, FUCK. ]

In a matter of speaking I suppose there are those who feel that way.

[ Like Charlemagne, maybe deep down in his Spirit origins he feels something familiar about what the other says. When the other continues to speak, it makes him chuckle warmly. He clearly reminded him of every other Knight that boasts for titles, and the right to sit at the Round Table. ]

There is no shame in desiring the rise to fame, however in order to come to that point. One must learn the ins and outs, of Knight[ Gawain is not the right person to teach this hold up- ]ship. Less you turn in over yourself.

[ The table is picked and the two settle down at a seat. ]

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[Kadoc absolutely shows up with one of his smaller crossbody bags at his hip, in which he has one of Rinea's Don't Die Potions and his field first aid kit, because . . . you know why.

Just in case.

He slouches up with his head tucked into the high neck of his hoodie and his hands in its pockets, following his natural instinct here to make himself small and unworthy of picking on. He learned that one well in his youth. And now here he is in this utterly ridiculous situation, just like something out of some kind of weird isekai romance series, except for how the very thought of him as a romantic protagonist sends this immediately into the realm of parody.]

. . . Hey. Is there a drive-through line I should be standing in?

[You know, a drive-through for people to get their ass beaten by Sir Gawain!]

[ STOP KADOC!! NSDJFKNSD. ]

By the heavens no! It is good to SEE you sir Kadoc.

[ Gawain gives him a look, rounding about to settle Gringolet into his space. Whom nickered toward him rather knowingly, as if to say stop bullying people. The Knight of course, simply shrugs it off and comes about face to see Kadoc standing there leisurely. ]

It is good to see you face to face.

[ A pause, standing before him. With a domineering presence. However a bright smile along his cheeks all the same. ]

Would you care to explain how it is you and Gareth came to be sharing a room, perhaps over a spot of Pancakes? Or shall we have a dispute out here within the lot, over how it is if you so much as touch my sister I will make certain I contend with breaking both your hands. [ He smiles softly now. ] I apologize, that did not mean to come out of my mouth. Please let us enjoy a spot of pancakes.

[There are times, here and there, in Camelot, where Kadoc definitely feels like he was scooped up out of his situation back home and set right back down into a different genre entirely, and he's the only character not in on the joke. This is one of those moments. This is the first time in his life he's ever felt this particular fear, so common a trope in fiction, so alien to his real life experience. The older brother fear.

All he can do is slowly lift his hands up in front of him, in a weak placating gesture. Then they just stay there hovering near his chest, as if to block the laser Gawain might suddenly shoot out of Galatine (why do Sabers always do that?) from striking his heart.]

Y . . . yeah. I'm gonna pick the pancakes. If you're giving me a choice, and I think you are. Not quite sure. —Just to get this part outta the way, we're sharing a two-bedroom place, not "a room." I'm not gonna be anywhere near her while she's sleeping or anything else.

[ Just like that, Gawain slaps the others back a bit too hard. Leading them into the Diner. ]

There were many a time back in my day, where women and men were often separated thusly. In fact, did you know - [ He begins, with this clearly keen tone of voice. That shows how absolutely serious he is about this situation. ] A Queen once, laid with another man one evening with several Knights splayed out upon the floor. As if that were enough to cease anything of the likes from happening - it of course did not.

I do hope, you understand what I mean when I say this: When a man is interested enough [ Did Kadoc fall over? Its fine, Gawain reaches to help straighten the other up. His arm hanging along the back of Kadocs shoulder, gripping him closer. ] their feelings of lust will not stop them. Do not fool me Kadoc, you are just as much a man as any other. You are not different from any of us.

[ He leans in closer. Looking at him. ]

Shall we have Pancakes then?

[Has anyone in all of the myriad existences out there in this multiverse ever managed to make "shall we have pancakes" sound more like a threat than that did?

No. No they have not.

Kadoc feels like he's staggering both physically and mentally; at first all he can do is nod, dumb. Yes. Yes, they shall have pancakes. Gawain's arm hangs like an albatross around his neck. Kadoc knows he looks as cowed as he feels, even as he leans away automatically from being peered at—it's his usual discomfort with being touched this way, amplified by ten. This is not the first time he's gotten a Friendly Talk from a Big Man who engaged in some Jovial Manhandling in the process, and he manages to school his reaction to just wincing and leaning away, which is still more reaction than he might give if he really despised the person in question.

He doesn't. This is a different kind of "friendly talk." It's . . . probably going to be fine.]

I got it, y-yeah. Let's do it. I'm good with pancakes. . . . Let's take a seat, and then I'm gonna set your mind at ease about this once and for all.

Enlighten me.

[ Gawain states with plainly, but eager to understand what is so different from Kadoc then other men. He settles into his seat, which has to be pushed just a bit away from him. Since he is far larger then the seat can accommodate. A gentle push was enough, and he rightfully crosses his arms while sitting before the other.

The waiter looks at them both awkwardly, and Gawain without so much as looking away from Kadoc spoke,]

Pancakes please.

[ It seems that was enough to draw the Waiter to leave. ]

[This waiter has probably seen some shit. It's a Le Denny's. Some things are universal. Kadoc breaks the uncomfortable eye contact just long enough to give the waiter a fleeting look as he walks away, but the guy's back is already turned and retreating back to the kitchen to put the order in. I wanted a coffee!

Oh well. He turns back to Gawain again. Even if he's not getting his coffee, even the momentary break in that intense staredown was enough for him to at least kind of get his feet under him again; Kadoc takes a breath and leans his arms on the table, slightly more at ease. Slightly.]

. . . Okay. I'm gonna point out the obvious here, which is that Gareth could unquestionably snap me in half if I tried anything. I'm no knight lying in the queen's bed, or on her floor. I'm just some loser who would get suplexed through the floor if I tried anything a woman like that didn't want. . . . Not that I ever would, but since I obviously can't convince you of that, I'm starting here.

.... Do you mean to jest to me? Joke? Stay humble despite facing me like this?

[ Gawain listened to the other who spoke to him firmly, as Kadoc had readied and steeled himself with a truth that would blow him away. In a matter of speaking, but what Gawain heard were lies that had intent to placate Gawain's feelings. ]

A LOSER? You? One of the Crypter's whom stood against my Master, for a hand at the fate of the Universe? You who fought for the sake of their love and stood against the odds despite facing the hell that may come upon you? You mean to speak to me as if you are NOT A MAN? [ His fist slams upon the table. ] Do not MOCK me, [ He points at him harshly, firmly. ] Kadoc. I know how capable you are, [ He lets out a breath, as if this was serious all of this was very serious. ] in the eyes of us nobleman. Your feats albeit your failures, do naught but show inevitably how capable you are as a person. [ He nods his head, with a firm 'Mhm.' ] Despite your traitorous ways and running for thine freedom. I know very well JUST HOW CAPABLE, you are as a person.

I know too that you have the capacity, to woo the hearts of others. You will have my sister in your grasp just by speaking to her alone, and show casing your true valor. [ Elbows upon the table, his hands reach into one another. Attempting to hold his anger. ] If not by your good looks alone, by the mannerisms of your heart. Tsk.... You are dangerous.