Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

[puppy_fair]

"Today," Arthur announced, looking fit and rested after his first night in a room that did not have an annoying desert noble in it. "We will be talking about the kind of inconveniences that Fandom likes to drop on us from the skies. Sure, poptarts or syrup may seem like a novelty, but when we're dealing with it in a combat situation it suddenly takes on an entirely new angle. Because of that, we are going to spend this week coming up with potential items of rain, and how to deal with them."

He was not going to allow any laughter in his reserves, and his expression made it clear that this was not funny. No, not even to you, newbies.

Zack was not going to giggle. He wasn't. He was going to plaster the most solemn look ever onto his face and he was going to nod. Solemnly.

"We saw the syrup on Friday," he noted, crossing his arms over his chest, because it was easier to pretend that he wasn't about to start giggling like an idiot if he looked at least remotely professional on the outside. "Which was inconvenient enough on Friday. Can you imagine what it would have been like, trying to slog through that mess with a bunch of vampires or griffons or malboros bearing down on top of you? It'd gum up your weapons, get in your eyes. We'd be dead meat." A pause. "And extra tasty."

That was helpful, Zack. Thank you.

... Zack, Arthur was trying to be serious. Please don't make him laugh.

Which he was making an effortless show of not doing, thank you. "Those of you who've been here long," he said, "Should share what you know about what rains from the sky. There are things we should be able to stock up on in case an invasion coincides with one of these things, such as glasses when the rain is-- glittery." Not. Laughing. "There are also ways we should be able to use these effects against our enemy. Had the harpies attacked during the syrup rain, it may have slowed their flight considerably, offering us new chances to attack."

"Or like the rain of condoms over in that other--" Zack clapped his hands over his mouth, wide-eyed and blushing. And then he fell into a fit of giggles the like the world had never before seen. There was a moment of that, and then he moved one hand away from his mouth, waving it vaguely in the direction of the other people around them. They could start any time now!

Helpfully, Arthur reached over to give Zack a thwap over the back of his head. "Get talking," he informed the crowd with a restrained smile.

[OCD on the way! up, and it helps if I note that fact, self.]

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Re: Talk to the Guys!

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

And Merlin was also there. Trailing behind Arthur while he did his oh so impressive stalk.

Re: Talk to the Guys!

[bitchprince]

"You know, you should try looking into a magical solution to this whole rain thing," Arthur said, casting him a curious look.

Re: Talk to the Guys!

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I think controlling the weather is just a bit beyond us," Merlin ventured with as much tact as possible.

Re: Talk to the Guys!

[bitchprince]

As much tact as possible in general, or as much as possible for Merlin? Because if you asked Arthur, there was a distinct difference there. "So if it starts raining marbles, you're just going to let it fall on your head?"

Re: Talk to the Guys!

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin shot him a bitchface look for that. "It's not as simple as you would think."

Re: Talk to the Guys!

[bitchprince]

"You can put up shields," Arthur pointed out, sensibly, "How far is that from throwing marbles away when they're coming at you?"

Please excuse him, he'd been living in the null zone of magic all his life.

Re: Talk to the Guys!

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"From the entire island?"

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[bitchprince]

Arthur's step slowed to a standing-still. "No, Merlin," he said, slowly, "From yourself. When something's attacking us."

Re: Talk to the Guys!

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"But if I were to try and stop the odd weather, I would need to do that all over the island."

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[bitchprince]

"If we can use it to our advantage, you don't need to stop it," he said, rubbing his brow. "Just... bend it around you and I, or something. Locally." Beat.

Re: Talk to the Guys!

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin paused, thinking it over. "I suppose."

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[bitchprince]

Arthur nodded lightly, and gave him a thoughtful look. "Remember when you made that sand dragon on the beach?"

Re: Talk to the Guys!

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Yes?"

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[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

Azula glanced at the boy. He had gold eyes too. She turned her head towards him. "You've gold in your eyes."

Re: Talk to the Guys!

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin's hand went up to shield them at that before he forced himself to stop. Oh, he'd get used to that eventually. "Er, yes. They are."

What exactly do you say to that? 'Thank you for noticing'?

Re: Talk to the Guys!

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

Azula lifted an eyebrow at that motion. It was shame. Why would anyone feel shame for golden eyes?

"You're not Fire Nation but you have our eyes." She narrowed her eyes slightly. "But you don't seem happy about it."

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"They're not my natural color," Merlin replied after a moment. "Fire Nation?"

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[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"It's where I'm from," she answered. "You can change your eye color?"

Re: Talk to the Guys!

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"It changed recently due to an illness," Merlin said tightly.

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[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"And your not pleased," Azula remarked.

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Would you be if you received and unnatural eye color where that could have you put to death?" Merlin asked.

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[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"Gold isn't an unnatural eye color," she said easily. "But I suppose I would be put out about any sign of death."

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps where you're from, but in Camelot it means you're a sorcerer."

Re: Talk to the Guys!

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

Magic was useless to her but only because the magic she'd seen were parlor tricks. But she didn't see what the problem was if you were a sorcerer.

"So? Why would being a sorcerer in this Camelot be a bad thing?"

Re: Talk to the Guys!

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"..." Did she hear the bit about the death? "Yes, you could say that."