Lockwood. [ He responds to the question in between quickly drawn breaths, as he scans their surroundings. Identify a rack of some sort that is just begging to be relocated across the door as an additional barrier, he moves over to the item and begins to wrestle it towards the door. ]
Anthony Lockwood. [ He continues his introduction, smiling as if they were at some polite social function, rather than holing up in a dilapidated building with corpses at the door wanting to do unpleasant things to them. ] I go by Lockwood, but if you prefer Anthony I'll answer. Just, please. [ He pauses to give an all mighty heave, getting the rack in place across the door frame and then stepping back with a deep breath. ] Please, don't call me Tony.
[ Picking up his rapier, where he'd dropped it on the floor as he struggled with the rack, he deftly returned it to the half scabbard at his side and then walked towards her. Brows pulled in a worried expression as he studied her arm and he'll reach to take it, but won't chase if she draws away from him. ] And with whom might I have the pleasure of speaking?
[ Properly courtly manners. There is no actual flirt in his manner, this is more the expression of a young man who was born posh, taught proper etiquette, and who uses it now as a way to normalize extremely abnormal events. Such as the series of heavy, ineffective thumps against the door. ]
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Anthony Lockwood. [ He continues his introduction, smiling as if they were at some polite social function, rather than holing up in a dilapidated building with corpses at the door wanting to do unpleasant things to them. ] I go by Lockwood, but if you prefer Anthony I'll answer. Just, please. [ He pauses to give an all mighty heave, getting the rack in place across the door frame and then stepping back with a deep breath. ] Please, don't call me Tony.
[ Picking up his rapier, where he'd dropped it on the floor as he struggled with the rack, he deftly returned it to the half scabbard at his side and then walked towards her. Brows pulled in a worried expression as he studied her arm and he'll reach to take it, but won't chase if she draws away from him. ] And with whom might I have the pleasure of speaking?
[ Properly courtly manners. There is no actual flirt in his manner, this is more the expression of a young man who was born posh, taught proper etiquette, and who uses it now as a way to normalize extremely abnormal events. Such as the series of heavy, ineffective thumps against the door. ]