The Roof, Tuesday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

High ground had a lot of uses. Oversight was one of them, and it was one Arthur was greatly in need of. At long last the way up to the roof was his to find, a perch on it for him to take. His arms crossed, he stood and looked down. Thoughtful.

But he wasn't brooding.

Arthur Pendragon did not brood.

Or strut, at that. Mad old bat.

[[ open roof is open! ETA: and arthur's gone after the thread with liir ]]

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[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Don't jump!" Not that Arthur looked like he was going to jump but it still felt like the right thing to say.

[bitchprince]

Oh, grand.

"I was hardly thinking about it," Arthur snapped.

This was how he greeted people he didn't hate.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Well...good," Hannibal said, nodding. "I'm glad I was able to prevent you from even thinking about it. It's a little cold up here, ain't it?"

[bitchprince]

"I've had to deal with far worse," he said. The irritation in his voice abated by a few small scraps. "You've recovered, then."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"You didn't kill me or anything," Hannibal said but did turn the bruised side of his face towards Arthur. "Left me black and blue but I've had it happen before. And you were better."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"So you got assaulted by Arthur, huh?" Chuck asked Hannibal. "That's funny."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Oh, Chuck, don't make me throw you off the roof," Hannibal said and shook his head.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"You wouldn't do that," he said. "I think you'd miss me too much."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, yeah," he said and rolled his eyes. He would probably miss Chuck a little. "How'd you hear? Radio or Arthur himself?"

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"I knew it!" Penelope said, her anger directed at herself as she crossed the roof floor, taking herself to the edge to look out over the school lawn.

"I never should have-"

Oh. There was someone else up here.

[bitchprince]

There was an unfamiliar voice calling out behind him. Arthur half-turned simply to see who it was, and found an unfamiliar face coupled to it. "Yes?"

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"Pardon me, I was... I didn't know anyone else was up here."

She paused. "If I interrupted you, I can leave."

[bitchprince]

"You haven't," he said, subdued. She'd sounded distressed, so he was loath to take his mood out on her.

However, as Arthur was about to return to his inspection of the surrounding area, he caught another glimpse of her face and... ceased returning.

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

Not used to seeing someone else up there, Temari just raised an eyebrow at the boy before walking past him to sit on the edge of the roof. A nod was all she gave him in way of notice past that.

[bitchprince]

"Terrific," Arthur muttered under his breath. He gave her no other consideration but the quick look he needed to identify her and gain some measure of her posture.

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

"No attempt at conversation?" Temari asked, not looking at him. "You must be very new."

[bitchprince]

"As you people insist on pointing out to me," Arthur sighed. He'd have attempted chivalry, but her tone left little want in him for it. "Yes."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck was on the roof to smoke. Certainly not to grope people. That'd be insane and creepy.

...What?

"Hello Arthur," he said as he lit up a joint.

[bitchprince]

"King Chuck," he answered, with a quick, respectful nod and an odd glance at Chuck's cigarette.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

God, he'd never get tired of being called that. He noticed Arthur's glance and held up the joint. "I can share if you want."

[bitchprince]

"No, thank you," he said. It seemed like an utterly alien item, and not even for respect's sake would he agree. "I'm fine as it is."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Puppies were wonderful things. Usually.

However, when big dark eyes stared back at him from what was supposed to be a cracked window, he had to admit that they could be a bit of trouble. As such, Liir flew up to the roof to make his landing, stuffing the broom matter-of-factly into the quiver at his hip once his feet touched the roof.

Seeing Arthur, he threw off a wave, but not wanting to be a bother (and with Arthur, he was quite sure it would be a bother) he settled where he was some ways away on the roof to stretch his legs a little before heading downstairs.

[bitchprince]

Arthur stared at him.

Magic.

"What in the--" he cursed, stepping back so that his feet nearly hit upon the edge of the roof. His hand grasped for where his sword would ordinarily be, but it wasn't there.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir didn't notice the staring, but he did hear the scuffling near the edge.

"Careful," he noted absently, making sure to get his calves. He always skipped them.

[bitchprince]

"You're a sorcerer," Arthur snapped at him. Certainly, he'd been made aware of the magic on the island over the course of the past days, but that did not make him any more comfortable with the concept. "What do you want?"