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

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

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

"And your not pleased," Azula remarked.

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

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

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

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?"

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

"And it's to do with being marked for death?"

"Yes. It's a crime there."

"It's a crime. So, people are morally obligated to do something about the crime."

There was the briefest of pauses.

"Then why hasn't Prince Arthur killed you yet?"

"People are morally obligated to live without fear because of things beyond their control," Merlin countered. "And Arthur is a good man who knows that law is unjust."

"Yes, he is an honorable man," Azula nodded. "Who values protecting people above all else."

Really. Arthur and Zuko should start a club.

"Is that a problem?"

"Did I say it was?"

Merlin watched her for a moment before shaking his head. "Of course not."

"Now, if it were in the Fire Nation I wouldn't put up such a ridiculous law. Especially if its proven that magic can be useful."

In war.

"You ought to stop by the Magic Reserve tomorrow then," Merlin suggested.

"I will," she said. "It's on the calendar."

No, really. She did have a calendar.

"I'm Azula, by the way, Princess of the Fire Nation."

"Merlin," He replied with a slight inclination of his head.

"Merlin," she repeated with a nod. He was the second magic user she's spoken to. Next time she hoped for a demonstration.

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