The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

It was a Monday. Arthur was training. The weekend had been... normal. These were all good ingredients for a decent morning, if you asked him, and since he was the only person in the room who was currently involved in narrative, damn straight you were asking him. Or something.

Practice was quick and fierce today, combining his natural discipline with more than a measure of fire as he went through some of his more intense attack drills.

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah would have completely agreed on it being a good morning, if you were asking her, too. No longer crazy, no longer having to deal with other people's crazy, and a week away from going home for vacation.

"Didja get bruised on the bike this weekend?" she asked, considering, then heading for the sword first. Eskrima after. That way she'd hopefully be non-hyper for her first exam this morning.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin's morning today was training of his own kind. Reading was totally training. Really.

It was a lot of spells to learn still, alright?

But, of course, he was in the salle to keep an eye on things anyway.

[bitchprince]

"How's the reading coming along?" Arthur asked, a little while along, flopping back onto the bench for five minutes of relaxation.

[bitchprince]

"I'll have you know I came out well and in one piece," he said, lightly, "As befitting someone of my stature and training." He gave his sword a flick.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Meaning you could reach the ground and so you didn't fall off?" Dinah teased, then started her pattern of blocks and parries. "Well, that's good, then."

[bitchprince]

Arthur rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "We don't need to listen to you whine about your height problems," he said, regardless of her actual height.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah stared at him, then stuck out her tongue and snorted. "I'm only three or so inches shorter than you!" She guessed. Wasn't like she'd measured. "So, did you like it?" High. Low. Side, cut.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I need to keep up with practicing." So maybe he'd gotten a little lax.

[bitchprince]

Arthur shot him an amused look. "Afraid you'll lose your edge?"

[bitchprince]

"It was fun," he said, hanging back to watch her practice for a moment or two. "It's a very powerful vehicle."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Helena's is awesome. She won't buy me one." Showing that even Helena had some sanity. "Not that I could really ride it much here, but still." Slash downward! "Are you going to get one, or stick to horses for the duration?" And if he did, where would he be leaving it, hmm?... Not that she'd 'borrow' it. But she could go stare at it and wish!

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Aren't you?"

[bitchprince]

"Of course not," he said, "I have the discipline to continue my training." Nerve: hit.

[bitchprince]

"I doubt I'd get much use out of a permanent motorcycle, entertaining as it would be," Arthur said, "Maybe a car if the need arises. Also, Helena seems a woman of sound mind."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Just because she's older," Dinah grumbled. Someday. Someday. "So, no jumping over cars just yet?" She feinted toward him suddenly, sure he would block it.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin's jaw set slightly. "And that's why I'm reading. And meeting with Lady Ghanima."

[bitchprince]

Arthur made a vaguely agreeing noise-- "Good. Because I'm not slacking off. Keeping up perfectly well with my training, as you can tell."

Insecurities? What insecurities?

...You might want to stop talking if you want that denial to keep up, Arthur.

[bitchprince]

"Oh, I'm sure I'll be well capable of jumping over cars soon enough," he retorted, eyes narrowed a bit, "But first I need to see this Evil Knieval of yours."

Dinah. Seriously. Stop giving him ideas.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah couldn't help trying to give people ideas. She had so many of her own. That not all of them were self-preservational was just the odds.

"He has a website," Dinah said, looking speculative, then grinning in Merlin's direction. "I bet Merlin could bring up some videos of him doing stuff on YouTube. I showed him more computer stuff a week or two ago!"

They could put pillows at the end of the ramp, right? Really big ones? Merlin was magic! It could work!

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I know, Arthur."

Merlin shook his head, closing the book after carefully marking the page. "I think I might ask Lady Ghanima to move further in our work."

[bitchprince]

Well, that at least relegated the perfect unnecessary worrying about his training schedule to Arthur's mind rather than his mouth. "Has working with her helped so far?"

[bitchprince]

Somehow, this was going to end in Merlin locking Arthur in his own room for his own safety, at this rate.

"You showed him more things on the internet?" Orrrr Arthur could be distracted by the altogether more important prospect of new things to mock on the horizon.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I think it has." Well, the meditating was nice. The getting hit with balls was less so.

[bitchprince]

"Well, that's good to know," said Arthur, a statement cushioned on both ends (before and after) by the slight pause of the I-am-as-magic-as-a-rock-so-although-I-won't-admit-it-I'm-buying-every-word-you-say-what-was-that-now?

... Yes, that was an existant pausey noise.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Uh-hunh," Dinah said, returning to her forms, speeding up the high and low blocks, faster and faster. "Cookies, adoption, cats in bags, music, Wii, Boomshine..." Yes, Dinah was responsible for that being on Merlin's phone now. Oops.