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bitchprince) wrote2010-08-11 10:48 am
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Woods Surrounding Camelot, Wednesday Morning
After the feasts of a few weeks back, Arthur had fallen into the routine he preferred above all. Training, training, and more training, interspersed with some talks about minor adjustments in grain dispersion and the occasional audience for the public, as well as the odd hunt.
But he was hunting for something else today; he was hunting for contact with Fandom, or rather, his friends both on and off it.
As it turned out, having his old routine back made his thoughts about the island far kinder than they used to be.
[[ for phone calls, yes! ]]
But he was hunting for something else today; he was hunting for contact with Fandom, or rather, his friends both on and off it.
As it turned out, having his old routine back made his thoughts about the island far kinder than they used to be.
[[ for phone calls, yes! ]]
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He was being nice. Most people got the basics in a single week.
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Your niceness, Arthur, though rare and precious: it is unnecessary. Francine's got the self-awareness issues covered on this one.
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And boy, was he hoping Uther would take that as a reason not to attack them.
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Mind you, Francine's knowledge of Druids extended to 'wear robes, hold some kind of ceremony at Stonehenge every year, tend to get a bad rap in 1970's horror movies and a lot of documentaries made about how they're nothing like you see in 1970's horror movies.'
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"They're sorcerers. People of the Old Religion."
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Look, politics hard. Politics that involved not directly insulting Arthur's father, harder.
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And that was all he had.
"They are flaunting the laws of Camelot in public."
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