3rd Floor Common Room [Sunday Afternoon]

[longislandiceme]

Bobby's ability to somehow procure massive amounts of food had not deserted him, as evidenced by the fact that currently in the common room there was one (1) Bobby Drake, a stack of the last three (3) issues of Rebel Justice Unleashed and one dozen (12) pizzas of various varieties.

The common room was open and Bobby was perfectly willing to share... the pizzas, that is. Persuading him to share comic books might be a more difficult task.

[ooc: bored. avoiding doing anything resembling something productive, at least until I have to go back to school tomorrow.]

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[bitchprince]

Arthur winced sympathetically. "Camelot hasn't seen a dragon or its like in years," he offered, "But we did run into some trouble with man-eating beasts recently."

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

Mat smiled wryly. "There's only one Dragon now at home, and he's a man. What sort of man-eating beasts did you run across?"

[bitchprince]

"A gryphon," he said, "And a Questing Beast." The last one still stung even months later, thank you. "Both were slain in the end, but they caused heavy casualties."

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"Questing Beast?" Mat repeated, frowning. "I'm not familiar with the name. What did it look like?"

[bitchprince]

"Body of a leopard," Arthur said, "Head of a serpent."

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

Mat winced. "Not a good combination. How big?"

It sounded vaguely Trolloc-like.

[bitchprince]

"Size of two or three houses, depending on their size." Beat. "In length, not height. That was just one."

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"Houses?" Mat said, eyes going wide. "Trollocs generally stay in the horses size."

[bitchprince]

"Not the Questing Beast," Arthur said, with a slight wince he'd be happy to see ignored by Mat, thank you. "The gryphon, perhaps."

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

Mat had been in enough battles to recognize and ignore the wince. "Do they run in packs, or just solo?" he replied. "The Questing Beast."

His mind was already whirling with the strategic possibilities.

[bitchprince]

"Alone, as far as my recollection goes," Arthu said.

Of course, his recollection involved a lot of being near death. "They're fairly tough." Oh, king of the understatement.

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"Something a house tall and a few houses wide is fairly tough," Mat repeated, giving Arthur a quick look. "I've never known you to be gifted in understatement. Did it beat you?"

[bitchprince]

Arthur's expression... twitched. "It didn't survive the encounter," he said, truthfully, "But it took me a while to recover." Uuuunderstatement.

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

It said something about how their relationship had changed that Mat didn't immediately smirk in triumph.

"Fair enough," Mat replied with a nod. "Leave you with a scar to remind you not to do that again?"

Light knew he had his share of those.

[bitchprince]

Arthur tugged on the collar of his shirt until the edges of the (rather alarmingly sized and placed, for a non-lethal wound, for some reason) scar became visible. "The woods of Camelot are rarely friendly."

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

Mat tilted his head, eyebrows drawing together as he leaned forward. "How in the Light did you survive this?" he asked in an undertone. "I know scars."

[bitchprince]

Arthur shrugged a shoulder. In retrospect, he was fairly certain Merlin had had something to do with it, and Nimueh's death... "I had a good physician at the time, I suppose." A beat. "I felt lucky."

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"You should," Mat said quietly, tucking his scarf more securely around his neck. "Surviving that are odds even I wouldn't have wagered on."

[bitchprince]

"In my experience, the odds never do fall out the way I expected them to," he said, with a bit of wry humor. "How about you?"

He had noticed that little move.

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"I make my own luck," Mat said, glancing down at his hand, then over to Arthur with a slightly wry smile, "which helps when other cheat."

[bitchprince]

"I think that's just an expensive way of saying you cheat," Arthur said, amusement gracing his words. Sobering up, he corrected, "Got any interesting battle scars. Or stories."

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"I'd prefer not having either," Mat said wryly. He thought about that for a second, then corrected, "well, the stories are all right. If I'd been stuck shearing sheep my entire life, I would have gone mad."