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Reserves: Salle, After Classes

Today, there was a notice set out in the usual place for the reserves group to pack it on up and meet at the Salle, where they would find an assortment of weapons set out, mostly of the 'blunt force trauma' variety.

Fun times with beating on one another today!

"Heya, guys!" And girls, all of whom, Zack was pleased to note, seemed to be back to their usual varying standards of normal, today. He hoped. He didn't want a repeat of yesterday and the mustard attack again. "We thought that today would be a good day to get into handling weapons again, since most of us got to take it easy over break week, and all. No blades this week, but we do have some batons and things like that to work with."

"Nothing you can puncture each other with," Kennedy had to put in. Because that way occasionally lay accidentally dusting your friends. Oops. "Which isn't to say you can't hurt each other a hell of a lot with this stuff, so do we have to remind you to be smart about it?"

"If you don't think you can manage to keep from bludgeoning someone with the batons, we have those noodle... things from last time," Maladicta added. Because there was just no cool way to say 'pool noodle'. Unfortunately.

"So," Zack said, grinning, because... really, there wasn't any way to talk about pool noodles without being seriously uncool, sorry Maladicta, "grab yourself a baton and pair off to spar, but be careful about it. If you're not familiar with the weapon, people can get hurt, and we don't want any clinic visits today."

... He totally had his hot pink pool noodle slung over one shoulder again. Just because.

And got a smack upside the head with a purple noodle. But whoever could have done that? Certainly not Maladicta!

Or Kennedy. Because hers was the dark blue one aimed at his shoulder.

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This had all the odds of becoming a gender based 'Who's on First'.

"Faramir."

"...he did have rather lovely hair," Alexander said after a moment to think about that, but, clearly, by the thoughtful way his forehead was creasing, there was a bit more to his thought process than just Faramir's fine tresses.

"It is," Maladicta said with a sigh before catching herself. "In a certain way. I'm sure."

Okay, so that sigh did make him grin a little. "I'm sure," he agreed. "Have you had a chance to speak with him since then? Do you suppose it will be awkward?"

"Of course it will, he's a boy again," Maladicta replied. That should have been obvious, Alexander.

Well, on the other hand, the two of them had been in each other's pants, and they weren't awkward right now.

"How did it happen?" Alexander asked. "Do you suppose...do you suppose it was because you have...feelings for him?"

WHY ELSE WOULD YOU BE KISSING SOMEONE IF IT WEREN'T FOR TRUE LOVE?

Or your sister...

Or peanut butter mixed with chocolate!

"He was very attractive then," Maladicta said not sulky because she was a vampire and refused to be so. "And I suppose, barring a few physical things, I might find him not unappealing."

Those few physical things, however, seemed to be fairly significant ones.

"I...suppose," Alexander mused, "you should go and see him and see how things go." Then he frowned slightly, shaking his head. "I...am not entirely certain I'm the best person to go to for advice on something like this, Maladicta..."

"You have your lady," Maladicta replied, waving at hi~~s ridiculous yellow scarf~~m.

"Er, I hardly have her," Alexander pointed out, "considering I cannot even find whether or not the land in which she lives exists or not..."

Oh, like that mattered to a romantic. "You will. Heroes tend to manage."

Until they died horribly, but those were minor details.

Or, you know, started going crazy without anyone even noticing...

Alexander still couldn't help grinning at Maladicta's words. "Heroes, you say?"

Shh, the boy didn't get many chances to preen.

She rolled her eyes at him. "Don't let it go to your head."

"My apologies," Alexander said, trying not to chuckle too much. "But that, I suppose, would be my solution. Just to speak with him about it, and then perhaps you'll know better how you feel about it. Do you know how you feel about it?"

"I feel," she began, looking at one of those noodles for the moment. "I'm not certain. This would be easier if he'd stayed a woman."

You know, easier for her.

"Somehow, I am not so certain that Faramir would think the say," Alexander said, clearing his throat a little.

He could be wrong on that, but, yes.

This did also put a new thought into his head.

"The fact that I am now wondering about how Faramir might be feeling about the fact that he kissed a boy, even though he was a girl and she is usually a girl, only highlights the fact that I think he's probably the most appropriate person to speak to about this. I'm a bit of an outside party."

And hadn't kissed anyone except his sister.

ON THE CHEEK. A BROTHERLY KISS ON THE CHEEK.

"If talking doesn't work, I'll expect coffee ice cream and more horrible things to watch."

"I promise you," Alexander vowed, "that, no matter which way it goes, there will be coffee ice cream and horrible things to watch, be it a celebration or a balm for scars."

"You're picking this moving picture." The last one had far too many gods.

Alexander nodded. "Gladly. You'll just have to let me know how it does go, and I shall strive to choose something appropriate."

"In your new room?" NEW ROOM HAVER. NOT TELLING HER THESE THINGS LIKE THE GAL PALS THEY ARE.

Day late and a Daventry copper away from gal pals, there, Maladicta.

"Yes," Alexander said, "in the new room, with my new, mother-approved sort of roommate."

"How is that working for you?"

"Quite well, so far," Alexander said. "William and I have always gotten along, and there's at least someone who has borrowed my clothes who will actually return them to me."

Ahem.

"I'll help you find new clothing," she offered with another roll of her eyes.

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