The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

It ws morning, it was Monday, and Arthur was in the salle, going over the edge of his own sword to make sure it was still decent for actual combat. Sure, sharpening the thing wasn't strictly his job, but he liked to make sure just in case something showed up.

He was also still mildly cranky over the phone thing, but it wasn't like mildly cranky and Arthur were strange bedmates.

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin's mobile was safely put away today. Just in case he got any more of those messages.

So, instead, he was polishing armor. Because that didn't involve spatulas.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Merlin." Dinah had her sword in hand before she realized what was different; Merlin wasn't playing his phone like a Gameboy today. "You didn't get any messages from me over the weekend, did you? I hope?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...not that I recall, no," Merlin replied slowly.

[bitchprince]

Eventually, Arthur made his habitual stalk towards Merlin's perch and sank down with a mollified sigh. Rather than start conversation the normal way, he gave Merlin a light, friendly shoulder-to-shoulder shove.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Feeling better, I gather?"

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

Fiona was there for her own purposes, feeling a little out of practice as she'd been off on vacation and there'd been so much to do in Thailand that it'd gone right out of her head.

Arthur got a nod of acknowledgment, since it didn't hurt to be polite. Then she picked up the tessen and straightened the string on her yo yo with a blade to act as a sword and got to practicing.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Fiona." Dinah stopped to watch for a bit, and smiled. "Looking good. How's your week going?" She fell into practice stance, and started running her drills.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

Fiona did her own drills, that... didn't look too different from what Dinah was doing. She might not have spoken to Arthur much, but she'd found his teaching sound enough.

"Good. Spent a few days off last week."

You know, the day with her classes? That one.

"Went to Thailand. Really nice. You?"

[bitchprince]

Arthur paused for all of a moment to give her a nod in return, then gave the sword a twirl with the flick of his wrist and settled back in for his next drill.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She managed a little smile of appreciation in between one turn and the next. If he saw them or not, it was a thank you.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah got there on time. Like a little thing like bruising or practicing with Professor Atreides would keep her from showing up.

She might have sent Arthur an exasperated glare for having said so on Radio first, though, before heading toward the practice sword rack.

[bitchprince]

"Dinah. Good morning," Arthur greeted, idly. He was very good at ignoring such glares.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

No surprise. Years of practice with all those knights back at Camelot and all. "Morning." Dinah started her drill and said as if they were continuing a previous conversation, "I would never skip unless I was actually injured. Professor Atreides didn't use knives or fire or anything. Just balls. Sheesh." Once, doce, ocho.

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

Sometime on Saturday, Gunn had received a package from home which included some of his old weapons and a few new ones from his friends.

Which included a battle axe which appeared to have been constructed from an old hub cap. Which Gunn was proudly bringing into the Salle.

"Hey, check this out!" he said holding it above his head. "Is this tight or what?"

[bitchprince]

Arthur paused in his work long enough to blink at Gunn. "I didn't realise it was normal for battle axes to be employed in this time," he said, giving the blade an appraising look.

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

"You haven't been to my neighborhood," Gunn said with a chuckle. "One good swing of this and your average bloodsucker would be onion soup mix."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin waved slightly from his spot, polishing armor and then gave the weapon a confused look. "That's an... interesting ax."

He was being very charitable.

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

"Ain't it though?" Gunn said proudly. "I guarantee none of your knight ever had a beauty like this one."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah's reaction was to blink, then say, "Shiiiiiiny," and wander over, impressed. "Did you make that? 'Cause it's cool."

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

"Nah, one of my buds back home put it together," Gunn said taking a little swing. "Now I can't wait to try this mother out."

[exspeedydotcom]

Roy was still trying to figure out what the best place on this island was to shoot an arrow without someone (or an endangered miniature deer) wandering in front of it, so today he was checking out the salle.

It just figured he'd pick the same time as everyone else seemed to be there.

[bitchprince]

"Morning."

By now, Arthur expected the influx of people, yes, and even bothered to take a moment to stop going through his drills to greet him.

It wasn't an excessively warm greeting, but it was a greeting.

[exspeedydotcom]

"Morning," Roy said as he looked around. What the hey, it couldn't hurt to ask, right? "Do you know where a guy can shoot something around here?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

But they were friendly, at least!

Well, Merlin was friendly enough to make up for Arthur. Hopefully.

"Hello!" Merlin called from his spot on a bench, polishing armor.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah looked over and smiled. "Hey!... Roy." Oh. Right. Backing off. No mojo. Unless that was a phone thing? But if it wasn't, how did you ask? The smile dialed back to 3, and she didn't stop her drill, but peered sideways at him for a sign of 'get away from me, weird girl who looks like my stepmom.'