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"Rude ta th' children and less rude ta strangers. What a combination..." Raphael watched the children below scream and run scared to the front of the abbey, peering around from the sides of the large doorway. He sighed in disappointment and nodded at the Abbot, coming to investigate. "Nothin'll happen to the lads and lasses, Abbot. Just a visitor." The older man glanced at both of the Walker machines before herding the young ones into the building, telling them softly it was time for lessons. Raphael looked over to where the newcomer was, glaring. "Ah would think it would be more polite if ye stated your name first, huh?" He shrugged carelessly. "But oh well. Raphael Xander, at yer service, laddie." He stood up in his seat, giving a polite, if not a little mocking, bow before sitting back down again.

Raphael cocked his head curiously to the side as he studied the fidgety William. "Ah said yer name, not yer sires as well." He chuckled and reached a hand up to touch the necklace he wore absently. "But Ah'm glad that ye know who yer talkin' tae." The glass of his spectacles glinted in the sunlight as the corners of his mouth came up into a wide smile, he seemed to be always smiling. "A Gypsy woman told ye? Ah believe ye there. Aye, Ah know who yer talkin' about, and what the lass said tae ye was probably th' truth." A blatant lie. He knew the woman William was most likely referring to. Not that they were friends, but he did a lot of traveling. She'd had advised against meeting him, if he thought correctly. But things like this were interesting. "Very well, Ah'll train ye. Ye handle that thing like a mule pullin' an ox cart anyways."

Raphael laughed out loud at the sight of William's attempt of calmness, happy tears coming to his eyes. "Ah ha ha ha! Oh, that's good." He took a deep breath, still chuckling, and wiping the bits of moisture away. This was going to be an entertaining process. "Ah'm guessing yer still shaken up from her, eh? No doubt thare, that effect'll last ye a good while." He shook his head in amusement and climbed up easily on the Fatum's shoulder, then gauged the distance between the two Walker machines. " 'Right, seems yer reaction timing is a wee off. Not to mention yer balance. Any decent piloter of one o' these machines should have atleast one o' those things." With a step and a short leap, he landed softly on the other Walker's Nordenfelt barrel, positioning his feet so he wouldn't slip. "But, that may just be me."

"Scraps? Wish Ah had that idea, I bribed someone for Fatum over there." Raphael stuck his arms out and walked along the barrel, balancing himself. Then he crouched down on his heels and took a pebble out of a pocket, tossing it up and down lightly. "Alright. First lesson, reactions an' timing." He suddenly shot the pebble at William, then stone bouncing off the chair behind him by his neck. "If yer goin' tae pilot this Walker properly, ye need to be able tae react properly and quickly. Take those controls, for instance." He nodded his head at the control panel area. "How're ya goin' tae move yer machine fast enough to fight yer enemy, if yer slow to find the right thing tae attack with?"

((I think I missed out on something or other. Is the Nordenfelt attached to William's walker, or what? I would think it is, I looked up what it looked like and it was pretty sizey.))

Leon arrived back at the base and after the action of court-martialing the disregardful Guards he went to seek audience with Lt. Hartwell. He was a toughly one that Lt. Hartwell for being in a few battles that proved to be ones that decided the fate of the empire and came out smiling and holding the enemy Gundam head in her Gundam hand. Leon came into his office and asked permission to speak to the Lieutenant. He granted it and Leon said "Sir, there was a disturbance in town today and I was sent to deal with it and it was a simple matter but this guy that was causing the disturbance gave out your rank and last name to me." Hartwell now alarmed stood up from his chair and said "What was his name?" Leon tried to think about it but remembered he did not give out a name he said to him "Well he did not give out a name just a letter he asked me to tell you that X gives his regards and he had black spiky hair and spectacles." Knowing who Leon was talking about he sat back down and said to Leon"Good job officer for giving me this information, you are dismissed." With the notion of the Lieutenant dismissing him Leon went back to his Gundam and continued on maintenance and reloading the chest cannon.

((I guessed Troy missed where you said Hartwell was a "he." lol I have a Southen accent, but it's not as bad as Zeke's.)) "Alright, William. We've found ourselves a teacher. This may just work!" William said aloud. All I need now is to garner a little more support.... Tossing around a name like Xander's may just make that happen. But what next? Life on the streets of Gateshead, England had taught him a great many things. Stealth was an ever-important skill to those who had not the financial means to feed themselves. Once he reached the inn in Essex, his vagabond's eyes began to dart around the premises, watching and learning. He noted where the kitchen was, by observing where the bussers emerged from, when carry their refuse to the filthy alleyway. He crept silently through the back door, and waited for the last busser to leave the kitchen. William quickly grabbed a spare smock, and threw it on before walking to the cupboard.
Hearing noise behind him, the cook turned and spoke in a thick Irish accent: "An' what're ye dewin' back thar, m'boy?" William froze, and put his devious mind to work. He responded with a faked Cockney dialect.
"There's a couple blokes out front, wanner me to see i' we had innay treacle tart left." The Irishman smiled warmly.
"Well, you'll find little of it in'ere. Hol' yer place, I'll fetch it far ya's." He waddled off into another room, where the baker's racks were lined up. William wisely assumed to take as little time as possible, for fear of discovery, and stuffed his knapsack with all sorts of goods from around the kitchen. He tore the smock off deftly, and hung it back in its place, just before darting off into the street. The sun had set during his time in the inn, so William didn't have to expend quite so much effort in hiding himself. He soon slinked away into the dark.

Zeke wandered the streets of Essex, where Aishe had told him William would be. Since the dark was quickly falling, he decided to find board before continuing his search. As he passed a comely inn, he bumped hard into a thin young man carrying a sack. "'Scuse me, son," he muttered as the kid slipped right by. Just as the boy faded from sight, he felt a slight stinging in his hand. He held it up to find his scar giving off a faint blue glow. "Aw, hale. That's him, ain't it?" Zeke stuffed the scarred hand in his pocket, and walked into the inn. He reasoned that William wouldn't get far in one night.

((crap I mixed two of your posts the wrong way and thought that Lt. Hartwell was a girl, I will fix it now.))