The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

Arthur was up bright and early to get back at it, of course - it wasn't that Monday was the only day he ever practiced (please, he'd never be able to keep his form) but it was a good start to the day, especially after a night at Fight Club.

Let's disregard the fact that 'a night at Fight Club' generally meant 'a morning with a few bruises', shall we, and move on to the bit where Arthur was running high on aggressive drills this morning, perhaps occasionally incorporating the odd off move to deal with the sort of moves used the previous night.

He would take a break eventually, if simply to turn to Merlin and get a few good quips in. What? He was witty.

[[ open salle is open. up late due to life-eating ]]

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin was polishing armor. Again. Really he wasn't even sure how it managed to get dirty so quickly.

Arthur must has strange skills.

[bitchprince]

Strange and awesome skills.

Even if he fretted more about them than he would generally really admit to-- people who weren't currently in this room, and with considerable effort to those who were. Anyway. "Merlin," he called, finishing up, and deciding this was a good opportunity to wander that away.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Yes, Arthur?" Merlin replied, glancing up from his work.

[bitchprince]

Arthur was going to take a moment to gauge whether or not he really cared about the upcoming topic of conversation, and found, to some distress, that he actually did. "Did you talk to her yet?"

So much for the snappy responses he'd been hoping for. Oh well. At least it was an excuse to sit down.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin looked up, nodding once at that. "Yesterday."

[bitchprince]

Arthur rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Well," he said, "What did she say?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"We talked about what was concerning Francine and how it might not help her to push her away like she was," Merlin said carefully.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Merlin. What did you guys cover in Magic Reserves last week?" Dinah asked curiously. "I was hoping I'd get to stop by in time, but Gun Club ran later than I thought it would."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Experience in combat with our powers," Merlin replied, blinking up at her.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Nuts. I could've used that." Dinah frowned, torn as usual. "Maybe I should be going to Reserves all the time, instead of switching with Gun Club... but I need that too." On the other hand, she could practice with guns on her own, or get Triela to help her. Hmmmm. "Anyway. Going there this week, no matter what. Even if there's more egg throwing."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"We'll look forward to seeing you then," Merlin said brightly.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah gave him a sideways look. "Are you going to bring eggs or tomatoes just for me?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I don't think that's in the plans unless we have a surplus for some reason."

[thatsamilkshake]

~ It made radio. You might need the armor after all. ~

...

~ Good morning! ~

~ Thank you! ~

Look, worries about his health and safety came first.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin frowned at his phone. Whatt made radio??

[thatsamilkshake]

~ That you talked to Katchoo about her drinking. ~

~ And then Chuck said something snotty about it because he's an ass, but that's not news.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

thats true. i think it went well at leeast.

[thatsamilkshake]

~ You do? What did she say? ~

No, she totally hadn't dared to bring it up Katchoo herself. Not this soon and not after hearing it on the radio. Please.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin frowned for a moment, trying to think of an answer.

that she woulde try to talk to you more. I dont think it's somethinge that willl happen over night.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Monday morning as usual, without too many bruises from Fight Club, Dinah was there, thinking about today's Fencing Club meeting in the afternoon, and trying to decide what she was going to do until then.

"Hey, Merlin. Morning, Arthur." She picked out her sword, and started her drills, with an extra amount of bounce. "Have fun fighting Mr. Deadpool Saturday?" If she'd known about the swordfight in advance, she so would have been there cheering him and Zack on.

[bitchprince]

"It was... interesting." If by interesting, you meant 'proof that Zack and Lord Deadpool were both completely out of their minds' and also 'ow'. "I didn't know Vice Principal Deadpool had healing magics, but I suppose it figures..."

He idly lowered his sword, and cast her a look as she got to work.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"He does?" Dinah blinked, momentarily distracted, then frowned and went back into one of the footwork exercise that Edmund had brought up during last Fencing Club. "Hunh. Zack mentioned accidentally giving him a potion once---" And then Mr. Deadpool stripping, but not in a come-on way, but still, eeeek. "But I guess he didn't need it much then? Do you think he could teach it to anyone else?" Because superhealing like that, or Claire's? Awesome.

[bitchprince]

"...I think it just comes with being Vice Principal Deadpool," Arthur said, diplomatically, "But I haven't asked, and it's not really my area of expertise."

A pause, as he observed her feet.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Dinah said sadly. If the price of healing was being crazy (-er) than she probably didn't want it. Oh well. She set her feet again, and noticed Arthur paying attention, and did the next drill, step-guard-lunge, and said, "Did I ever thank you for not laughing at me for wanting to learn swords?"

[bitchprince]

"No," Arthur said, squinting at her, "But it's fairly straightforward." Beat. "And of course you're grateful."

That beat had been slightly too long to make that last part sound completely genuine, but he was going to be manly about accepting thanks when it really just made him feel awkward. "And you wanted to learn."