fandomhighdorms | Behind The Dorms (And Beyond), Tuesday Afternoon

"Hello, reserves. I see you've all managed to keep it together in my absence," Arthur announced, "Something for which I apologise. This week, we will be returning to an old, tried strategy with the reserves, which is the mapping and exploration of the island. Obviously, we've already made our maps, but some of you have taken only to specific areas, or been so diligent little was left for anyone else," not looking at certain parties, thank you. "Because of this, I think freshing up our knowledge and experience might be a good idea."

Yes, at this point it had to be pointed out that Arthur was well aware of what Zack had made them do last week. There were also no cookies. Just water. An alarming amount of canteens of water, to be exact.

"We are going to hike around the island," he announced, "Get a feel for our coasts, keep an eye open for any oddities, and share the knowledge amongst ourselves. After all, we have to be prepared. Take a canteen - and I will not see any of you pausing to refill it if you wind up being a glutton - find a friend if need be, and get to it."

If anyone had been capable of going to Camelot and asking him, a certain Sir Dinadan might have been able to inform the collective reserves that this was exactly the kind of thing Arthur put people through when he had a hunch they didn't hate him hard enough, and also congratulations, this was going to keep happening if people kept being nice to him.

"And Zack? No cookies. You're with me."

It was possible Sir Dinadan was right.

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"And there's no reason why we can't keep our exercises interesting," Zack noted, frowning a little sideways. "This is a volunteer reserve corps, you know. People can choose to just stop coming if they get fed up with marching all of the time."

"We don't march all the time," Arthur pointed out, putting a little spring in his own step. "And while I appreciate the creativity involved, I do, I'm sure you can think of something a little more appropriate to the adult set," no one breach the concept of 'teenagers' to Arthur, please, "Than glorified hopscotch."

"Oh, no, that wasn't hopscotch," Zack replied, and then he cracked a grin that suggested that he was completely joking, now, really, "hopscotch was going to be the next time you left me to my own devices, Arthur."

Arthur shot him a look. "I told Leto to watch for it," he pointed out.

And really, the idea of Arthur and Leto coming to an agreement on anything should be terrifying enough.

"I've headed plenty of decent exercises before this one," came the puppy's sigh as he kind of shied away from that look, there. "What do you want me to do next time? Summon Ifrit and see if the members of the corps can take him out?"

He wouldn't, for the record. Summons weren't meant to be used that way.

"...Let's leave magical summons to the magical reserve, shall we?" Arthur said, after a beat, taking a turn so they could make their way through the North Gate.

Oh yeah. Through the gate and onward to freedom! Kinda.

"Right. Okay, then, what do you suggest? I mean, I could probably handle some of them myself, even, but I don't really want to hurt anyone, either."

No, Zack. That would be stupid.

"No summons," Arthur said. Maybe a bit weirded out, yes. "No children's games. You're right, though - not all of your ideas have been ridiculous. So... proceed on that path, and not last week's."

"So, you're telling me that Red Rover is right out?"

He was joking again. You could tell by the lopsided grin he was wearing.

"Yes," Arthur said, with a slight baring of teeth that was actually kind of a smile, "That's exactly what I'm saying."

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