fandomhighdorms | Behind the Dorms, Tuesday... Morning

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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It would!

But Dinah came back with a sword and shield, grinning brightly, and sang out, "Come to me, suicidal succotash!" And started stabbinating all the vegetables within reach, letting them bounce off the shield on her arm and then slashing away, giving her telekinesis a rest for a bit.

Slash slash slash SLICE!

Deciding to give her Sapphire a rest, Karla vaulted down next to Dinah and called in her sword. "Am I supposed to be having this much fun?" she asked Dinah, taking up a flanking position at her side. "I'm especially liking the 'no guilt' aspect of killing these things."

Her sword had a tendency to get stuck in the thicker outside layers of the beggies like squash and pumkins, but a bit of Craft took care of that problem quite neatly.

"See, this is why I was enjoying the alligators until the smelly part," Dinah said cheerfully. "It's very cathartic to kill and smash things that are trying to kill you--" SLICE. "--when they don't do anything but shriek and are clearly just monster mash." CUT!

"We should have a battle song! Die veggies die! Smash into smush..."

"I'm still a little sad they aren't giant gummi insects or dinosaurs or whatever it was that Tony had suggested during Magic Reserves," Karla said, giving Dinah a quick grin before darting out to skewer a yam. "Death to the veggies! Mish-mash, mush!"

"I don't want to eat these after we're done killing them," Dinah agreed, smacking her shield into an advancing artichoke. The artichoke got stuck, hissing at her, until she sliced it in two with her sword. "Time to regroup! Make veggie soup!"

"Incoming kale!" Karla cried ~~because her mun thought she was funny~~ raising her own shield against the onslaught. Though, since they were dark, leafy greens, a bit of witchfire quickly dispatched them.

"Death to the greens! Corn, yams, and beans!"

[Sorry. Today was a Remicade day, which means intermittent sleeping.]

Dinah was trying not to laugh too hard, and trip over vegetables, but the whole situation was ridiculous enough that it wasn't easy. She sliced the kale in half, did the little wrist-twirl she'd copied from Arthur, and slashed at a brace of snow peas and sprouts. "We're going to make hay! Of vegetables oh yay!" Snickering, she added, "Now, now, little beans, don't take it personally." The beans blew a raspberry at her.

[happens to everyone. Yay sleeps!]

"Right. Darkness forbid that the beans get their feelings hurt," Karla muttered wryly. "I'd hate for them to be sad while they try to kill me." A rutabega made good on her threat, snapping at her hand as she lunged with her sword. "Mother Night," she cursed, withdrawing and hitting it with Craft. "With lunges and cleaves, we kill anything with leaves!"

"We'll give you wedgies, little veggies," Dinah sang threateningly, stomping more peppers into pulp, then started giggling. "Except for how you don't have underwear.... There was a criminal, in New Gotham, called Poison Ivy. She liked plants more than people. If we were there, I'd know who to blame for this mess." Slice and cut and then throw a giant tomato so it burst.

"If we find out she's here, you can have first dibs on punching her," Karla allowed, "but only if I get second. Ow!" She shook her hand. "I think I got pepper juice in the bite. It stings like a bitch."

Mentally reminding herself to not tell Max about the incident during their next training session, Karla called in a length of cloth. "You'll be fine holding them off a sec while I wrap my hand?"

It was mostly rhetorical. "By magic and sword, we'll destory this fell horde," she added.

"Course!" Followed by a full sweep of her blade, cutting a dozen little veggie.... throats? In one pass. "You didn't get anything in the cut, did you? We are so going to have to shower off veggie guts tonight." SMASH! And: "You'll take the final slumber, oh devilish cucumber!"

"I don't think so," Karla said, efficiently wrapping her hand. "I'll Heal it properly with Craft later."

After she ate a giagantic steak and an entire loaf of bread. Between the barrier in front of the dorms and killing off vegetables, she was going through a lot of power and quickly.

Was that going to stop her? Of course not. Was she going to take a few extra moments to breathe while wrapping her hand?

...Maybe.

It was good for song lyrics anyway. "We hope you enjoy this ballad whist we chop you into salad."

Behind the Dorms, Tuesday... Morning

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