Camelot Citadel, Saturday Night into Sunday

[bitchprince]

Camelot stood peaceful as it sometimes did: no sorcerers had been burned in about a forthnight, there were no bandits getting particularly close to the city proper, and there were no real problems with the food or water.

Inside one room, the Lady Catrina and her servant busied themselves with something particularly noxious-smelling. And a trinket. But that was hardly of any import just yet. After all, that was their business.

In the morning, the knights would head out for training. In the afternoon, Uther would recieve citizens in need of mediation or favours in his audience chamber. The markets would bustle, and the farmers would work.

Yes. It was just another day in Camelot.

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Arthur's Chambers

[bitchprince]

But on Saturday night, in Arthur's chambers, a prince slept the sleep of the well-shagged-out, spread out across the bed with an arm slung liberally around a dark-haired secret sorcerer. Which was in absolutely no fashion anything new, mind, nor was the light snoring.

Re: Arthur's Chambers

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Ah, Merlin's sneaky plan was halfway completed.

...okay, so the sex hadn't actually been in the plan, but it worked so he could investigate this before telling Arthur what was going on. No need to make the poor man more upset about his father.

So, that would be when he very carefully slunk out of the bed and grabbed the one small, slightly random for the era mirror with which to spy on the Lacy Catrina one floor below them.

Re: Arthur's Chambers

[bitchprince]

Arthur grunted something in his sleep, and perilously... turned over, spreading one heavily muscled arm out over the spot Merlin used to be occupying.

Below, the Lady Catrina was looking distinctly less... lady-like. She had a few more sticky-out bits, a purple complexion, reddish eyes and an unpleasant odour. Er.

She was also near the window, rubbing poo all over herself. Lovely.

Re: Arthur's Chambers

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Oh god!" And down went the mirror. That poor, poor mirror.

Re: Arthur's Chambers

[bitchprince]

The mirror shattered into a dozen pieces. Probably a fitting end, considering the image it had just had to bear. Ew.

Arthur was never that heavy a sleeper, so he veered up and out of bed, ready and alert, and one hand already on his sword. "What in the name of-- Merlin?!"

Re: Arthur's Chambers

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Um." Merlin offered a nervous little smile. "Hello, Arthur!"

Re: Arthur's Chambers

[bitchprince]

"What are you do--"

Sword still in hand, and steadily getting upright, Arthur... ceased moving at the sight of the open window.

"And I suppose this is where you tell me the excellent reason you've got for this."

Re: Arthur's Chambers

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"And there is one," Merlin assured him. And then thought about the reason and how it sounded. "...I was spying on Lady Catrina."

Gaius's Chambers, Sunday Morning

[camelotfolk.livejournal.com]

The old physician wasn't best pleased with the whole situation. If anything, he was more jittery and worried than he'd ever been, flicking through books and all.

"If this is true, we must tell the king at once."

Re: Gaius's Chambers, Sunday Morning

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Do you think he'll listen?" Merlin asked, making a face.

Re: Gaius's Chambers, Sunday Morning

[camelotfolk.livejournal.com]

Gaius busied himself with emptying the last of his tea as soon as he could. "He must," he said. "King Uther and I have a long history. He will listen to me, surely."

Re: Gaius's Chambers, Sunday Morning

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Hopefully," Merlin added. "He seems a bit... odd around her."

Re: Gaius's Chambers, Sunday Morning

[camelotfolk.livejournal.com]

"She has disguised herself as a lovely lady. Do not underestimate feminine wiles, Merlin. Uther has been alone for quite some time." He shut the book in front of him. "But if she truly is a troll, we have no time to waste."

And he put deed to word as he sped out of the room with all due haste. The kind a man his age could manage, at least.

Re: Gaius's Chambers, Sunday Morning

[thatsamilkshake]

Not all that long afterward, Francine came knocking at the door; it wasn't the only place she was likely to find Merlin, but it was the safest one for asking questions like How did your stake-out go? so she hoped he was here.

"Merlin?"

Re: Gaius's Chambers, Sunday Morning

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Francine!" Merlin waved her further into the room, putting away the book he'd been looking at.

Re: Gaius's Chambers, Sunday Morning

[thatsamilkshake]

Door: shut. Francine: trying not to trip over....everything. Gaius' workshop had a lot of everything to avoid tripping over.

"How did your stake-out go?"

Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

To say that Arthur had not been fond of the Lady Catrina upon arrival would be a gross understatement.

Much like it would be to say that he was roughing up his knights.

In fact, the amount of knights standing upright on the training grounds was swiftly dwindling. "Upright!" Arthur called to the next man, and slid back into battle position.

In the background, Sir Dinadan groaned, and got a poke in the side from Sir Leon for it.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

To say that Katchoo was not fond of having to go without smoking her cigarettes (or the numerous awkward questions that would ensue if she did) was also a gross understatement, and tended to put her in a mood that was dangerously close to foul, if not outright cantankerous.

That mood had her wandering away toward sight of the training grounds, and . . . frowning at what she saw. She had to admit it was slightly more productive than her methods of working off a mood (because she couldn't be unconvinced that Arthur was in one), but still . . . ouch.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

"You're a disgrace!" Arthur bellowed, when the last knight finally respectfully bowed out. "Clear off, you useless bastards. Be here tomorrow morning, and I dearly hope you'll do better than this hopeless display of incompetence. You are Knights of Camelot, for god's sakes."

"Yes, and my arse is bruised," Dinadan may have been heard to say in passing, as the last knights thankfully took the excuse to scarper.

Arthur looked like he was about ready to start shadowfighting if he had to, but instead he stalked towards the edge of the grounds, fixing his eyes on Katchoo. "Katchoo," he growled, at a low pitch she should be envious of.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"So nice to see someone's more chipper than I am," Katchoo drawled; her fingers were twitching, and the skirts of her dress were rather rumpled in places where she'd been twisting at the fabric in futile attempts to get her mind off the nicotine withdrawal.

Damn him for that low pitch. Don't think she hadn't tried to hit it.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

He shot her a look that could charitably be called irritable, and stabbed his sword into the ground. "They're useless," he raged. "I swear to bloody God, it's like when we came back all over again!"

Yeah, Arthur, we don't think the problem is them this time....

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Except somehow," Katchoo noted, drumming her fingertips against her opposite elbow, "There was a tragic lack of comedy pratfalls."

She was not so charitable as to call that look irritable, and yet she still couldn't resist.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

"What?" Arthur asked, looking up at her like he was actually just seeing her for the first time. "...We might as well be calling that display comedy," he amended, and pulled off his gauntlet at a speed that wasn't actually entirely comfortable. "My God. I'm supposed to work with this bunch--"

He said more, but the general direction of the ranting was, all things considered, apparent.

He did sublimate well.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

He really was remarkably good at it. He could give lessons.

And yet Katchoo couldn't help cracking the tiniest bit of a smile. "Aw, geez, I've actually missed watching you froth in person."

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[bitchprince]

God, I love Sundays.