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First floor lobby - Afternoon

Faramir had been outside much of the morning, attempting to keep the strange creatures away from the dorms. He'd killed those that were too small to be students and scared off the others. Fatigue was settling in however and so he retreated to the dorms to rest and find some food to gather his strength.

Grey patches had started to appear on his skin and he poked at them. He supposed he should find the healers in town, but for now he was well enough to fight. He would just rest here and go find somewhere he could make himself useful later. For now he was eating crackers. His bow and quiver stood propped up against the coffee table while his blade remained across his knees. The dorms were safe of forest creatures, but they would not be safe of his fellow students. He just hoped he could help them rather than harm them.

[Open, of course.]

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"You as well?" James said, holding up his own gray-mottled arm, his right, leaving it well out of reach of the sword he wore openly today. "I would do much to see the end of this plague."

Faramir grimaced sympathetically and nodded. "As would I. It is one thing to face a foe and quite another to face one who may be a friend at any other day."

"I had thought those days far behind, and yet they are upon me again." He nodded to the crackers. "Travel fare? Good idea. This siege may last for a few days."

This did not quite fall under what Faramir would consider a siege. The islands and the dorms were lacking any walls, but he supposed it was not very far from the truth either.

"You are welcome to it, I merely took it from the cupboard in the kitchen," he said, motioning towards the table. "You have encountered something like this before?"

"Once. Town overrun. A traditional siege, with walls and troops, not...plague and former friends." He glanced at Faramir. "Not something I would willingly live through again, but..." He shrugged.

"Stores and supplies. Very important," he said, helping himself to some of the foodstuffs.

[ooc: off for a few hours!]

Kenzi had decided that the lobby was the place to relocate to for distributing all the weapons she'd taken from Common Rooms and, ahem. Other places.

"Hey, dude," she greeted the well-armed guy. "How's it looking out there?"

[ooc for everyone: if you want Kenzi to have stolen something from you in her efforts, ping me here (http://regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com/1127.html), and she'll have it. ]

Edited 2011-08-06 20:32 (UTC)

Faramir raised an eyebrow at the arsenal the girl seemed to have gathered.

"Not well," he said, with a shake of his head. "It seems there is no end to them, and it is hard to know friend from foe. You seem to be prepared, however."

"I am not going to be monster-chow," Kenzi said with determination. "They can eat each other. Or themselves, ew. I bet they'd do that." She waved her prop-sword threateningly, and said, "Kenzi. Hi. Do you know how to use all that stuff?"

Faramir inclined his head, and hopefully she would forgive him his bad manners. "I am Faramir, it is a pleasure to meet you, Kenzi," he replied.

"I would rather no one ate anyone, to be honest, but I understand your meaning." Or possibly, he really didn't. "I can wield a blade and bow well enough." He gave her a crooked smile. "And can you wield all those weapons?"

"Ah," Faramir nodded. "I imagine there are more pleasant experiences. So far it has not happened in Gondor, for which I am grateful."

"Nope," Kenzi admitted, then picked up the hockey stick. "Well, this one. Which keeps people far enough away from me to run like the tiny person I am." She cocked her head. "You sound old-timey."

"A well enough strategy." Faramir laughed, though it was hard to tell if it was amusement or mere exhaustion that let him be amused. "I am merely from a world very different from this one.

"Do you guys have crazy gray zombies there?" A little wistfully, Kenzi added, "If you don't, can we go there if we lose?"

"We will not lose," Faramir said softly, though he spoke with conviction. "My world has no zombies, but it is not without its perils. Perhaps your own world might be safer."

"Oh, sure. I guess." Except for how she'd probably have to go to jail if she went back there. But! Maybe if this guy came with her, she'd be able to ditch the cops.

But she liked it here. Aside from the zombies. Kenzi gave Faramir a solemn look. "You're sure we won't lose? 'Cause from where I'm standing..." She waved vaguely, then her shoulders slumped. "I've only been here a month. This sucks."

The problem with that plan was that Faramir was far too noble to attempt to defy the law. He briefly glanced down at the grey patch of skin on his hand.

"It does not look good, but I have found where one has hope, there is always a chance," he assured her.

"Okay." Kenzi's eyes followed his, and she sucked in a breath, her eyes going big.

"You need not worry," he said gently, grabbing his gloves from the table and tugging them on. "I will remove myself before I become a danger. I assure you, I have all my wits about me."

Gulp. Gulp. "I believe you. You're not that far gone. My friend Bo was still way her when she had black eyes..." Kenzi's face threatened to crumple, but she went on in a very cheerful voice, "So you're still just fine, and--" Now she felt bad for this guy she just met. "You mean you'll go outside, not anything more drastic, right?"

"I have a horse, I can ride to the mainland before I lose my mind," he replied. It felt strange to talk about, but it was reassuring to have a plan and know he could keep himself from hurting his friends.

He was not fooled by the cheerful voice. "I am sorry to hear about your friend, but there are many resourceful people here with more knowledge of things I can scarcely imagine. If a cure can be found, then I am sure that they will."

"Yeah. You're right." No, she wasn't quite buying it, but maybe she would if she pretended to. Kenzi gave Faramir a tight smile. "If it takes that long, I'll have somebody go to the mainland to find you?"

Wait. What if the island moved before then? Nooooooes! What if Bo had left by then too? She needed to go find Bo! And tie her to something!

"I would be grateful," he said, his smile was genuine however and he leaned forward. "Have you eaten?"

"Ummm... M&M's? Why, do you want some?" She'd kind of been foraging junk food from everything in the Common Rooms, the last couple days. "I'd kill for a burger."

"I am offering," he motioned towards the table where he'd gathered crackers and cookies and a few other items from the kitchen. "Though I fear there is no burger. I would not have mind cooking a coney, but I do not trust eating any game I shoot these days."

Not that it matter anymore for him. "There are some shops still open in town however. I would not mind escorting you if you wish to go there."

Nom nom nom nom nom. Kenzi already had food in her mouth. "No, I wouldn't eat anything from out there either..." NOM. You are now her favorite person of the day, Faramir.

Kenzi looked out, then sighed. "Maybe laters? If you don't mind?" Although she might be totally stupid and look for Bo on her own. (http://fandomtownies.livejournal.com/6008301.html?thread=230224621#t230224621) But a mission where she stayed out longer, to get food... "That place is scary."

"If I am here," he nodded, having no intention of staying too long holed up inside. As long as he had his bow and blade, he could make himself helpful.

"It is unsettling," he agreed. "The mainland was strange as well. I travelled through some of the country, but all farms seemed to be abandoned. Perhaps that should have been a warning."

Nom nom nom. Kenzi was feeling a little braver. "Oh, jeez. Yes. I bet they've got the creeping ick too, and gave it to us. Losers." She grimaced. "Karla said the non-fighty people usually help out with, you know, medical stuff or food during these things. Wish I'd planned my Disaster Kit for this."

"Keeping safe is helpful too, it means no one needs to come save you," Faramir told her with a smile, but he motioned towards the weapons. "Those could come in handy as well. Did you raid the weapon's locker?"

"There's a weapons locker?" Dude! Why did no one tel her this shit? "Naah, I went into the Common Rooms and all the cabinets around here, and mostly it's cooking stuff. Or stuff from in between couch cushions."

Or one or two 'appropriated' pieces from people who had fangs now, thanks. Scully was lucky Kenzi didn't find her gun.

Oh yes, both of Faramir's eyebrows went up now. "I never before noticed any weaponry in the common rooms."

"Cooking knife!" Seeeee? "Barbecue lighter!" Flame on! "...I found the switchblade in a couch." Well, that was true.

Yeah, don't look too close at that other stuff.

Yes, Faramir had his doubts there but he wondered if it mattered much. People needed to be able to defend themselves in these situations.

"I would recommend a long range weapon against these creatures," he told her. "The less you are exposed to them, the better."

"True." She looked at his arm, face falling again. "You got hurt fighting them?" Kenzi looked around at her stuff, frowning. "Maybe a really big slingshot?" She so needed to get a crossbow.

"Just a scratch, the wound itself is almost nothing," he assured her. "I prefer my bow, but they have guns here that seem effective... As long as you pick your targets carefully."

"Yeah. My Big Sib has one. Or two. He said he'd teach me, after...." She waved her hand. There had to be an after. Had to. "I am so going to learn now." A lot more guns were illegal in Canada than in the U.S., but hey, why not take advantage of that now? "And maybe a crossbow. If guns magically stop working or something."

"A crossbow takes too long to reload," Faramir told her. "It may pierce armour better, but if you are pressed for time you are best with a bow."

He wondered if she had enough strength to work it well, though. She did not look all that strong.

She was wiry, but no, not buff. But she could learn! Possibly.

"I have a whole list of stuff to learn now." Useful stuff, unlike school. "Putting that one on there." She cocked her head. "You grew up with it?"

[and I fleee for the shower!]

"I did," he nodded and he fingers the hilt of his blade. "You are of this world? It is common in mine to learn to wield a blade from a young age."

[Is back and April-fresh. :P]

"Yeah. Well, I think this one. Not the States, Canada, north of where the island was at ... some point." She fidgeted with the switchblade, opening and closing it. "I don't actually want to, you know? But I want to die a lot less."

"I know," his voice was soft, but his tone was sincere. "I did not pick up the blade because I wanted to. I would much rather spend my time in the library, but there are some things worth fighting for. One's life would be amongst them."

[Shaddap, Horse Boy! No wait, that's Eomer.]

That was actually kine of reassuring to here; that Kenzi wasn't the only one who wasn't all FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT from birth. She grimaced. "Point." She took another bite of crackers and cheese, and then said, "I'd be really good if you got lost in an urban jungle, though. I'm good at that."

She'd probably even manage Gondor, once she got oriented to where the food was.

Faramir smiled. "I would survive better in a real jungle," he admitted. "I shall remember that if I ever need to brave it. The cities are fascinating, but I admit that they are rather intimidating as well."

Though he supposed Minas Tirith was intimidating in its own way, it did not compare at all.

"We'll do that. After this." It helped, making plans for afterward. "I'll show you the cool places." Kenzi dusted off her hands and grinned. "Thanks for the food, dude."

"It is the school's food," Faramir chuckled, "but you are welcome nonetheless. I shall look forward to seeing the cool places."

Because he needed as much as her, to know this would not be the last thing he knew.

"As well you should," he said. "I shall leave you to your preparations. Continue with the good fight," he said, standing.

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First floor lobby - Afternoon

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