Behind the Dorms, Tuesday... Morning

[bitchprince]

It was morning, which meant it was time to set up for the reserve, check through potential exercises, and possibly get a run in after. There was just something about going through these motions that always calmed that part of Arthur that was still screaming incessantly about everything being wrong, out of sync, off-balance; a warped version of normality, but still as close to it as things at Fandom ever got.

This was about to be rudely interrupted by the giant tomato.

It rolled towards him, almost idly, as he worked. Rolled closer. Rolled yet closer. And then--

Arthur's blade flashed, slicing it in half, then into thirds, fifths, eights. Only then did it lie quiet. "What in the--"

There was a rolling noise. He looked up to find the cabbages rolling towards the back of the dorms. "Oh, you have got to be joking!" Well, he thought, as he punched in a message to whatever reserve members he could think of to alert, at least the island is giving us the option of Merlin being even remotely useful.

He shoved the phone back into his pocket, and looked to the sky for confirmation as he redrew his sword.

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[future_sandworm]

Leto was stopping by to see how Arthur was doing - hopefully there would be less tormenting of Zack this week, even it it had been entertaining.

He turned around the corner and saw Arthur stabbing a tomato.

"Making a salad?"

[bitchprince]

"Not exactly," Arthur gritted out, yanking his sword. "Watch your feet!"

As it transpired, there was a leek lunging at Leto's ankles.

[future_sandworm]

Leto leapt back while drawing his crysknife. When the leek made another attack, he sliced it in half.

"This place is mad!"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin was utterly useful! Just look at him try to snatch up an evil cabbage and take off into the air with it.

Oh yeah, this was the work of an all powerful wizard!

[bitchprince]

Yes, this was entirely what Arthur had imagined of taking up with a treasonous wizard of vast powers. "Throw it at the sea!" he yelled. Please don't be useless, Merlin.

[future_sandworm]

Oh, there was a rather familiar-looking bird. Leto squinted at it, but was distracted by a cauliflower launching itself at his head.

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

Jennifer was lean, mean and ready to punch out some vegetables.

And then she started quipping.

"You know, when they say everyone needs to eat more greens, I'm pretty sure they don't mean eating me!"

[bitchprince]

Green.

Let's not forget the green part.

Arthur wasn't. "...Jennifer," he said, recovering as swiftly as he humanely could, "We're dealing with some larger vegetables and a great deal of smaller, vicious ones. Their numbers have been growing since the morning."

He made a turn, neatly slicing through a large ham beet.

[bitchy_smurf]

Illyria had no cell phone, but she also had no Sam Winchester to entertain her last night, so to say that she was bored beyond the tiny, fetid, tomblike limits of a human's imagination was... an accurate description of most of her days. Today was more boring.

Until the spaghetti squash started throwing themselves against her window. She might not hear the song of the Green any longer, but she could tell that these things weren't singing it.

Now she was juice-spattered, draped in noodly innards, and grinning fiercely as she cut down anything with seeds that crossed her path.

[bitchprince]

"Illyria!"

Those... were some pretty impressive moves. Even the fact that she was fairly scary didn't deter Arthur from taking a moment to appreciate a good job done well and professionally. "Good to see you!"

[brat_inslayage]

Kennedy was still in too much of a good mood from yesterday to do things like oh, say, carefully read the message she'd gotten on her phone. She'd skimmed just enough to get the sense that something was attacking, which had been enough for her. Something was going down? She was off to the weapons locker, and then she was throwing herself out the doors onto the grounds with her crossbow and a quiver of bolts slung across her chest, a sword in one hand (hey, Kenn, cumbersome much? had not occurred to her in her enthusiasm), and a far-too-eager grin on her face.

A grin that dissolved into pure unadulterated WTF?!?!!!?! the second she found herself face to, uh, well, stalk with an oversized bunch of rhubarb stalks.

"Oh, come on," she complained, and oh, now the bitchfest was going to be on.

...well, she was armed. Plus the rhubarb was lurching toward her with a distinctly what-the-hell-vegetables-shouldn't-do-that-seriously threatening gait, or vague semblance thereof.

Rolling her eyes, Kennedy wrapped both hands around the hilt of her sword and started hacking. It wasn't pretty, but that rhubarb was going to be pie-filling sized really soon now purely out of her annoyance that she FINALLY GOT TO FIGHT SOMETHING AND IT WAS VEGETABLES. Seriously, Fandom, WHAT THE HELL.

[bitchprince]

"Focus on the fight!" Arthur ordered, ignoring the fact that he'd been at Oh COME ON only a bare few minutes previous. "Some of them are enormous."

Like the tomato currently rolling up towards Arthur. Oh, for God's sakes.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah tried not to crack up, with little success, and threw a bunch of mixed greens over Kennedy's head, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

"What, not gloriously heroic enough?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was flinging vegetables right and left, crushing produce with every step. Squish!

"And I thought the goldfish were weird," she observed, then slammed a few rocks into some more vegetables. "Any idea if this is a spell or just a phase of the moon?"

Thud.

[bitchprince]

"Absolutely none," Arthur said, sounding annoyed, "And the only person who might have an inkling currently has a beak."

That was a large, large tomato, there.

[glacial_queen]

"Dinah! Duck!" Karla shouted, tossing a gout of witchfire Dinah's way.

The vegetables had come up with pea-shooters. What. The. Hell.

[momslilassassin]

Ben, it must be admitted, kind of needed the catharsis of a good workout. He'd already sliced and diced his way to town and back to meet with Anakin, but more practice was always a good thing.

The lightsaber in his hand was helping to make a very impressive stack of slightly charred parsnips on either side of him and Ben looked more relaxed than he had in weeks.

[bitchprince]

"Ben," Arthur called, once there had been... enough of a lull to allow him to do such things as inquire, "Holding?"

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"Sheep swallop and bloody buttered onions," Mat bitched not quite under his breath as he sliced a particularly vicious cabbage in half with his ashandarei. His hat--and he bloody loved that hat--was covered in tomato guts.

He was in a mood.

[bitchprince]

"Let's hope none of those join the skirmish," Arthur gritted out between his teeth, kicking a cabbage in the... wherever its guts would be, had it not been a cabbage.

[weetuskenraider]

You know what, Tahiri wasn't even going to ask. There were Brussels sprouts going for her toes here, and she kept having to duck flying bell peppers, and she wasn't even going to stop and boggle.

Not when she could fling up a Force wall and watch the Brussels sprouts splatter (ew, green puree) against them, and bring her lightsaber up behind her to bisect the Jerusalem artichoke root that had been rocketing toward the back of her neck.

Really not encouraging healthy eating habits here . . .

[bitchprince]

"That's... effective," Arthur had to say, grudgingly.

It was also all he managed to say, as there was suddenly a cucumber leaping towards his face, and since that was rather close, it, er.

May have ended in a wrestling match.

No one should ever speak of this.

[momslilassassin]

"Better or worse that harpies?" Ben asked, grinning over at her.

[glacial_queen]

Okay, since technically it was the Fighting Reserves, perhaps Karla really ought to have made more of an effort to fight off these things with her knives or a sword or something. But--yeah right.

Bright bolts of Sapphire energy were flying behind the dorms. They were mostly burning the vegetables to a crisp, though the juicier, fleshier veggies were exploding instead.

Karla wasn't laughing or anything, but she was wearing a small, satisfied smile. Shut up. Destroying murderous vegetables was positively cathartic.

[bitchprince]

Arthur nearly winced - actually, did, to a point, slightly wince - at the sudden show of magic. "We need to put a barrier between the dorms and the vegetables," he managed, after a few beats (because killing tomatoes really was cathartic), and left it at that for the moment.

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