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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"He's not a pet," Dinah said, too tired to take any offense. Tony yowled, then tried to sniff Azula. "He's one of my best friends. Changed into a tiger on Sunday." She gave him a speculative look. "Maybe I should get you a name tag."

RrrrrrrrRRRrrrRrrr!

"It's one of the weirdness of the island, isn't it?" Azula said, eying the tiger.

"Yuuup," Dinah drawled in resignation. "Usually he's a badass demon-fighting wizard. Now? Utterly cuuuuuute."

Tony growled at her and tried to eat her shoe.

"Tony," she repeated, remembering the Magical reserves she attended last week. "He's the one with Karla during the Magical reserves meeting?"

"Uh-hunh." Dinah shook her head. "Happens to the best of us. Suddenly, without warning, you're adorable and need to eat raw fish or bugs or beef jerky your friends find for you. Although I've heard of one girl who was a geranium." She gave Azula a mischievous smile. "It could happen to you, too."

She could deny it but Azula was a realist and in this reality it seemed more than likely to happen.

"I just hope I don't turn into anything cute."

That's the last thing she needed. If that happened and Ty Lee was here, she'd probably be cooing and baby talking at her. Azula shuddered. Agni forbid.

"Maybe you'll be something... majestic." Dinah's voice may have sounded suspiciously innocent. "Arthur turned into a lion for a class, once. So did Leto."

"And?" Azula demanded.

"There's no and," Dinah said, but still added, "Arthur ate my boots."

He replaced them later, but still!

Azula didn't believe Dinah but didn't press. She'll find out for herself sooner or later.

"I'm sure Prince Arthur has very discerning tastes," Azula deadpanned.

"They were my favorites," Dinah said cheerfully. She took a breath, then said, "When are you up for another spar? Thursday, or Friday?"

"I only have one class on Thursday," she said. "Are you prepared by then?"

"I have a--" Not a date. Well, maybe. No. "-an appointment, on Thursday, but that's the only thing I've got going on and it can be early. Thursday afternoon?" Dinah lifted her chin. "Prepared to learn. Yes." Not getting char-broiled, nope.

Azula smirked. "Then its set for the afternoon. I feel I should warn you, I won't be using fire or knives but I'm not going to make it easy. You'll be trained in the way I was trained. Give or take a modification or two."

She let that sink in for a few seconds. "Are you still willing?"

Which made it a challenge again, and Dinah so did not want to quit before she started. "Yeah. I'm willing." A moment, then, "Did you know what you were getting into, when you started training?"

"I expected it," she said simply. Actually, it was more that she pushed for it but Azula didn't think it necessary for Dinah to know.

Dinah gave her a considering look. "Anything I should bring? Aside from myself?" And possibly a gallon of Neosporin?

"Change of clothes," she said. An upward twitch of the mouth. "And a towel."

Okay, that sounded like she was the one who'd be taking a swim. Resignedly, she raised her eyebrows at Azula. "Okaaay then. Thursday."

Azula grinned. "Thursday."

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