fandomhighdorms | Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

"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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"Then I hope to catch you in the salle some day soon," he replied, "If, of course, you don't engage your drills elsewhere."

"I could make allowances," Azula said. Though she prefer the open space of the beach. It allowed for more movement. "And you, Prince Arthur, do you also prefer an Arming sword like King Edmund?"

"That is my primary weapon," Arthur replied, with a slight nod, "Although a knight's education covers a greater range than that."

"Night?" Azula drew her brows together, "I'm afraid the term is lost to me."

"A knight is a warrior," Arthur spoke, and, okay, so much for distant, "Living by the knight's code, trained by the knight's code, to value valor, fortitude, courage and honour above all things. We protect the people."

Well, well. That seemed to be his button. So very good to know. And he was one of those people, 'Honor above all' he and her brother should start a club.

Azula allowed a smile, "The knights seemed to share similar traits with the Kyoshi Warriors. They were brave and honorable and lived to protect people."

Arthur's buttons were hard to find. Really. It took effort.

"Very few causes are nobler."

"And nothing more serious than honor," she added, echoing Zuko's serious tone of voice whenever he spoke of honor.

"Except duty," Arthur had to ammend.

"Except duty," Azula agreed. This time sincerely. No one would ever question Azula on that front. No one was a more dutiful soldier, a more precise weapon than Azula was to her father.

Well, if she was willing to share the secret of how to do that-- except Arthur didn't know if he wanted to know, anymore, and that was just going down a path that would lead to alcohol and hunting if he'd be forced to think about it.

He nodded, took a breath, and offered her a polite smile. "That is what we do," he said. "It was good to meet you, Princess Azula. I look forward to seeing your swordwork."

Let it never be said he couldn't use manners when needed.

It was easy, all one needed was to be remorseless, utterly ruthless and a ~~little~~ lot crazy. But it wasn't worth it if you'll just be discarded like a useless tool.

"Likewise," she said with a nod. "Prince Arthur."

Azula had more or less the measure of him now. The corners of her mouth twitched up.

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