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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Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

And in any circumstance, he would have laughed - at the image, if nothing else. "Right," he said, instead. "I might like to help you with that."

... It was probably best not to point him at any more opponents right now.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"So there you go," Katchoo answered; she thought she had the damn vambrace-thing undone now. No, wait -- oh, yep, there it was. "We can be productive and pissed off at the same time."

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

Arthur winced a little. "My God, you're slower than a snail," he bitched. (If you thought he'd listen to the 'I've never done this before' argument... ahahaha ask Merlin) He tilted his head and pulled at his collar, somewhat grateful for the new range of movement. "And who ever said I was 'pissed off'?"

Arthur, stop trying to mimic Katchoo's accent. We've been there.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

It only ends in tears. Tears.

"My ears do," Katchoo answered smoothly, "after all that frikkin' clanging and yelling. Either that, or you're doing a damn good impression."

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

"I am absolutely fine," he retorted.

Loudly.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo raised an eyebrow. Pointedly.

"Sorry, could you say that again? Couldn't hear over this sudden loud ringing in my ears."

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

"...Shut up, Katchoo."

He scowled at her. It made him look a little constipated.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

And them in a time long before Ex-Lax. It made that joke a lot less of an option.

"Aw, gee, but yelling at the stable boys isn't nearly as satisfying, Your Highness."

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

Arthur groaned. It was the practiced no Merlin I don't want to talk about my feelings groan he'd perfected over the past two years. "You are absolutely hell-bent on stealing Morgana's 'most frustrating woman alive' title, aren't you?"

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Nah, just interested in keeping pace." Katchoo gave him a far too toothy smile. "Since, y'know, she's the one who's here all the time to drive you insane."

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

"Lovely," he growled, and began to stalk towards the Citadel, clearly simply expecting her to follow. That's how people worked around here, after all. "Any other such insights?"

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Not being in a mood to get lost, Katchoo did follow, wishing she could get away with a less expectedly-ladylike gait. "Not at the moment. You want me to share 'em when they occur to me?"

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

"I would actually prefer it if you didn't," Arthur grumbled. She never shut up, did she? Good god, between her and Merlin, he was doomed.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Only in the best way ever, Arthur. Just be glad Katchoo didn't have Francine's propensity for hugs.

"You're no fun, Pendragon," she intoned, heaving a disturbingly wistful mock sigh.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

"I'm not here to serve as your entertainment," he said, crabbily. "Or anyone's."

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Remind me to refile you in my mental Rolodex then." Spoken in the tone of I say this, but it's never going to happen. Yes. "Since it's either pester the hell out of you or try and get you to talk, and it'd be easier to -- to -- tow a frikkin' haycart with my teeth."

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

"Talk about what," Arthur said. Flat, this time. "Neither option has any point to it, does it?"

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Had Katchoo been anyone else -- which is to say someone with a modicum of optimism -- she'd have argued the point. "No, obviously not," she muttered, though she couldn't keep it from being at least a little acerbic. "And bad things happen when we go out drinking."

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

He slanted a sideways look her way. "I promised Francine I wouldn't let you drink," he said, vaguely.

Which was hard, in a Camelot where wine flowed fairly freely a lot of the time.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"I've been keeping away from it myself," Katchoo grunted. (She'd noticed the, er, free-flowing-ness.) "So what the hell does that leave for us to do, really?"

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

"Well, you're clearly rubbish as a sparring partner, so I won't even try," Arthur said, as they entered the citadel, and pulled on his collar again. "I feel like a hunt."