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.

[[ this will be your reserve post for the day. AKA open! ]]

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[future_sandworm]

Well, it had been stating the obvious, Leto had to admit.

Suddenly he was standing a few feet from where he was standing before, thus confusing the lettuce that had been attempting to cling to his leg. "Seems like there is no need for practise today."

[bitchprince]

Arthur had long since suspected something was off about Leto, and Dinah had vaguely mentioned something about 'moving fast' at some point. Sufficient to say his only reaction was an annoyed exhale of breath as he gave his sword a good twirl. "I for one am certainly going to walk away from this one hungry."

[future_sandworm]

Leto had to admit he wasn't really feeling like eating any of the chopped up vegetables, but there was no need to tell Arthur that.

"And waste all this food?"

He stepped on a rather slow cucumber.

[bitchprince]

"I prefer my food cooked and dead, Leto."

Dear God. He was gutting a beet.

[future_sandworm]

"Nothing stops us from cooking this after we've chopped them up."

His crysknife was now coloured red with crushed tomatoes.

[bitchprince]

"Might be a good team-building exercise for the reserve," he said, pressing his attack forward to drive the things further away from the dorms.

[future_sandworm]

He sliced up a large courgette and kicked away the accompanying parsnip.

"Even enemies shouldn't go to waste," Leto replied cheerfully.

[bitchprince]

"Is this going to be about draining dead bodies of their water again?"

The sentence did not come out that whole, mind, with Arthur having to stop and fight at 'this', 'draining', 'dead', 'their', and '-in'.

[future_sandworm]

"You know it makes sense," was all Leto said in reply, but he did manage to both talk and stab a cucumber.

[bitchprince]

"Not when you've got plenty." Really, maybe their entire difference could be boiled down to rainy country vs dry planet. Or something. Arthur beheaded another cucumber.

[future_sandworm]

If Leto had read the narrative he would have pointed out that a cucumber could not be beheaded as it had no head.

"It's said among the Fremen that God created Arrakis to test the faithful," he replied, stabbing another tomato. Yes, perhaps that was the root of many of their differences.

[bitchprince]

It was hopping upright. It had a mouth (gaping teeth and all). As far as Arthur was concerned, it could be beheaded just fine.

"That might well be possible," he said, non-committally. "All that sand."