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The Deck, Thursday Morning

Despite protests to the contrary, Edmund did listen to the radio on occasion. Last night he didn't like what he'd heard. He hadn't been affected by the rash of bad dreams, but it was troubling nonetheless. There was also nothing you could do about bad dreams - no way to fight and nothing to fight with short of a glass of warm milk and leaving a night light on. It might have been nothing, but in Fandom something occurring around the island usually wasn't nothing.

So here he stood and watched. If all was normal, then good, but he wasn't about to be caught unaware if something that was the cause of the bad dreams did storm the school. He was in for a long wait.

[OOC: ~~Up for a few hours!~~ Sleeeeeep.]

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She tilted her head at him, looking amused. "To - ahem - wear me out."

He still wasn't seeing the innuendo, thank goodness, or he might have blushed so much his new nickname would be Rudolph. "I can go on for quite a long time. I've been complimented on my endurance."

"And what about your abilities?" Rose asked. "Have you been complimented on them?"

"With a sword," Edmund nodded. "Yes."

Awwww, the clarification made it less fun.

"What about hand to hand?"

"I'm adept at hand to hand," he replied. "I can defend myself against someone much larger." And with hooves.

Rose glanced over at Edmund. "What, you normally fight barbarians? You're not that little."

"Cyclops, giants, minotaurs, ogres," he listed off. "Some of them get quite large."

"And so you fight giants," Rose repeated. "And minotaurs."

"When they come looking for trouble, yes," he nodded as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"So how do you fight a minotaur?" she asked curiously. "Or a cyclops? What kind of kingdom is it?"

"The tactic for fighting a minotaur generally involves staying well away from their horns and trying not to get killed. Other than that, they're fought like you would anyone bigger than you. It's not wise to take them on without a weapon, because all you can really do is fend them off and wait for help or a big rock to fall on them." Long story. "A cyclops is a little easier. They're not terribly bright and have a big eye to aim at. Narnia's complicated. My sisters, brother and I are the only Narnian humans. The rest are, well, not."

It was a long story she wanted to hear.

"No, seriously, you just wait for a rock to fall? Edmund, are you guys insane?"

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"That was a once off. Generally the centaurs fight the minotaurs. It's a fairer match."

"So you have centaurs in your army," Rose said slowly, beginning to wonder if he was putting her on.

"Our General is a centaur too. Orieus is a good friend."

She eyed him. And he was so very, very earnest. "I have no idea if you're mocking me or not."

"I'm not nearly imaginative enough to come up with that on my own."

"And maybe you're just saying that to try to be more convincing..." Rose pointed out.

"I'd invite you home to meet them all, but my siblings might take that the wrong way and taunt me for all eternity."

Rose laughed. "I'm sure you've been taunted for worse things. So why should I believe you then?"

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"Have I given you reason to believe I'm untrustworthy?"

She made a face. "Centaurs."

"It's the centaurs that bother you? Really?"

"Well, I'd focus on the minotaurs, but I hear they're too big," she smirked.

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