fandomhighdorms | Behind the Dorms, Tuesday After Class

Wasn't it refreshing to be having today's Reserves meeting outside? Outside in the sunshine, with the trees turning and the soft tickle of pollen on the breeze?

"Hey, guys!" Really, it wasn't possible for Zack to get much more antsy than he usually was, was it? "Today we're going to cover some more physical drills, working on hand-to-hand combat. There are plenty of techniques to choose from, from speed-based martial arts to strength-based grappling, and they all have their benefits. If you don't know your fighting style, that's fine! You can partner off and practise today, after Maladicta and Kennedy give us a quick demonstration!"

This couldn't possibly go wrong!

Of course not! Why would there be anything wrong with two girls demonstrating hand-to-hand combat techniques? Other than... oh dear. Was that mud on the ground in that only patch that was in the shade and therefore safe for Maladicta to, oh, do anything in?

"One of the most important things to remember is that there will always be someone stronger or more skilled than you," Maladicta said, taking off her jacket so it wouldn't get mussed. Even though, being a vampire, it would only serve to enhance the look. "Kennedy has more training than I have, for instance."

"And Maladicta's stronger than I am," added Kennedy, shrugging her hoodie off, and exercising an amazing amount of discretion in just leaving the explanation at that. "So she's got one kinda edge over me, I have another over her..." Wow, Kennedy, pick less picturesque prepositions. "Anyway, it's a whole thing."

She was all distracted, and words were all... evasive. "So screw the explanations, let's just go for it. Also, since this might get messy today?" She eyed the patch of mud. "Not that we're keeping score, but you might be, so bonus points to you if you partner up with someone for cleanup afterward. 'cause... fun."

Which meant this was the best time for Maladicta to tackle Kennedy into that mud. It ended up less 'graceful predator' and more 'Girls Gone Wild', unfortunately. Okay, not so unfortunate at all for most people watching.

And Zack... Zack was going to just stare.

"So, uh... get to it, guys?"

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Enjoy the coffee and the sunshine and the cookies and the mud!

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Yes!

... In the mud or out of it. Totally up to you.

Two of whom are dripping mud, one of whom probably wishes that he was, too.

Because it wouldn't do for the world to end while there's mud-wrestling afoot, would it?

Zack was totally wishing that he was mud-wrestling, too!

... What? It looked like fun!

But he'd settle for leaning up against a tree and watching. And maybe keeping an eye open for people who wouldn't mind grappling with someone with enhanced SOLDIER strength, while he was at it.

Maladicta was still there. Her clothing was artfully ripped* and she was covered in mud, but she was there.

Clinging to her coffee like it was a lifeline.

*It was a vampire thing, just go with it.

Kennedy was more or less head-to-toe mud and artfully ripped* clothing too, and grinning like she'd enjoyed that wrestling match. A lot.

Who'd won?

Basically, everybody.

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* - Not so much a vampire thing as a required-by-canon-to-look-good thing.

After a demonstration like that, Alexander was almost too afraid to even so much as mood, having a bad feeling about how the sorts of thoughts he was having would wind up for him.

Still,it was just combat, right? What...could possibly go wrong?

Alexander was noticeably...fidgety as he nibbled on a cookie. He didn't want to be here, but felt it was his duty to do so. All he really wanted to do was hop on a ship or a Portal and just go until he either died from effort or finally, finally found his Cassima. Something that couldn't be done just standing here, but he was, if anything, still responsible to what was expected of him.

Cloud had decided that whatever the Reserves were doing, it wouldn't make the stupid feeling that had assaulted everyone worse. By now...he was feeling like a complete idiot. And then some.

The cookies weren't helping neither.

For all he knew, he would stand there until the meeting died. Last thing he needed was to wrestle in the mud...or out of it. Or fight at all unless it involved swords, big, large swords...and now he had all kinds of wrong ideas on his head.

This was going to be a fine afternoon.

Faramir had sadly enough missed the demonstration. One could argue that this might have been for the best, but there were other theories out there that supported otherwise as well.

He was not so much here for the reserves, if one was honest and Faramir tended to be. No, since yesterday he had been thinking of someone much to often and while he was not inclined to share the exact nature of his thoughts, he found himself here either way.

He had however not expected the state in which he found her and he hoped that she would forgive him for the moment's staring before he managed to find words. "Should I ask what happened?"

...were those deer wandering over again?

"Oh, just a demonstration of hand-to-hand combat," Maladicta replied. Had it been anyone else, there might have been a hint of pink creeping over her cheeks. Thank the gods for being a vampire and above all this!

No, it were not. They required long, spoken speeches not internal ones.

"In the mud?" he asked. He was tempted to reach out and wipe some of it off, but he was doing his best to resist the urge for now. At least he was no longer staring at the rips. For now.

"There was some mud," Maladicta admitted. "It wouldn't do to only go halfway in a demonstration."

It had been very vigorous, Faramir. Very, very... vigorous.

"No, it would seem that you took the demonstration to heart," Faramir agreed, because her clothes were torn.

Which left him staring once more. Perhaps not vigorously, but in a way that he did not usually do without knowing it was desired. Until he caught himself and remembered that a lady with torn clothes should not be stared at, but offered aid even if the tears were artful and enticing.

Especially of they were enticing and he reached up to untie his cloak.

And no, those were not deer.

They were there in case, darn it. Just in case.

Maladicta took a breath and then downed the rest of her coffee. Sweet, sweet coffee. "I think I need another cup."

"I would think you need a bath," Faramir laughed and held out the cloak to her.

He was not thinking of her in bath now. Maybe only a little.

Everyone needed to stop smelling so much. That would help so much.

Also, stop having heartbeats.

"I will when I get back to the dorms," she said, waving off the cloak as she started to pace like a caged animal. "I think you need to stop thinking about that."

She had no idea what it was, but she did know the result.

Leda was attempting to drown her...urges, in caffeine. She'd already had a RockStar Cola, and was glad to see lots of coffee. Unfortunately her attempts were not working.

Of all the weeks not to have a boy or girl friend.

"I..." He fell short. No, it would not be hard to guess his thoughts as he had been rather obvious.

He closed his eyes briefly, drawing in a breath. When he opened them again, he was standing taller, his shoulders squared as if he were standing to attention.

"I apologise. I did not mean to offend."

Leda pulled off her sweat shirt to keep it from getting messed up. Yes that was why. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt underneath.

What?

"You're not," she replied, eyes darting around. Nothing worse than a twitchy vampire. "Everyone has been smelling like that. It's making me hungry."

A beat.

"Coffee. Hungry for coffee."

Yessss.

Faramir gave her a confused look now, even as he cautiously sniffed the air. Did he stink?

"Smelling like what?"

Maladicta shot him a look as if to check this wasn't a joke. "On edge."

She went for the polite option.

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