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Getting Very Sleeeeeepy
not_a_clotpole wrote in passinconscious
[Arthur finds council meetings thoroughly boring at the best of times and this is not the best of times, Samhain is swiftly approaching and with it the end of the summer harvest, so more council meetings then ever have been convened over the last couple of weeks. And for most of the time there's nothing new to hear anyway.

So he drifts off for a bit, imagining happier times when his father was sane and Arthur spent most of his time training with the knights.

He can practically smell the scent of wet grass and hear the clashing of sword blades.]

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[And now Arthur is daydreaming of that swordswoman he met, the magic-using female warrior. She speaks to his exact wishes.]

What are you doing cooped up inside? You should be out training!

[Arthur gives Mercury a wry smile.]

"The work of a temporary regent-" [at least, he assumes it will be temporary. Arthur, ever the optimist-] "If I could escape I would."

You need the chance to unwind and focus your mind.

"I do, but try convincing this bunch." [He gestures to the rather obliviously men around him. Most of them are old, but there's his uncle Agravaine there.]

"How have you been?" [He vaguely recalls something, something she did for him, but he can't remember what it was.]

[It might be best he doesn't remember her using fire magic, when they're in the middle of Camelot and he is its Regent.]

You're the head of this council. Do your will. [She neatly avoids answering about herself.]

[No indeed...

Mercury easily distracts Arthur though and in doing so makes quite a good point.


"They are important...I wouldn't want to be remiss in my duties."

I won't wait much longer. Are you coming?

[She puts the pressure of time on him.]

If you wanted to say no, you wouldn't be here.

[One thing Arthur does recall is that she has beaten him in a sword fight before and this is really something that cannot stand.

So, he'll promptly forget all about the meeting and somehow have his sword in hand.]

"Of course I am," [he grins.]

[She tempts him further onward, away from what should be important and towards her.]

Then let go. Fall asleep.

I'll wait.

[They'll have to wake him up by the end of this, no more daydream but outright sleeping in council if he gives in.]

[Fall asleep? Arthur's totally confused by that, falling asleep is the last thing a good warrior would do.

He doesn't realise of course, that he's nodded off, and fortunately no-one else at the council does either, since he's managed to rest his cheek in his hand in a manner that doesn't look too suspicious. Plus Geoffrey of Monmouth has started in on some long speech.

He swings his sword, loosening his shoulders in preparation for their duel. A knight's favourite activity!]

[She grins, and rushes him, sword leading. She doesn't give him time to collect himself before she gauges her opening and strikes.]

[Well, that's just unfair! But Arthur is faster than the ordinary knight and he blocks her strike, deflecting her blade and immediately taking an offensive stance.

Then dashes forward, striking out at her sword.]

[Nothing is unfair. Mercury parries; but her strength still doesn't match up to Arthur's. She makes a fist with her free hand to put more force into her arm; but after their blades lock for awhile with her losing ground, she breaks her resistance and sidesteps away, hoping to catch him off-balance.]

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[Arthur is smart fighter, but her sudden side step does send him slightly off balance but he recovers quickly turning with his sword raised to block any blows that she might try and take at him.

[Though she'd hoped for better, she makes the best of what she's given. An impossible aerial somersault brings her a ranged distance away. She recoups, gathers her footing, and assaults Arthur's defenses again.

This time, when their blades lock, she looks him in the eye over top of them.]

When I defeat you, I want something from you.

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"Confident aren't you?"

[Pot meet kettle.

Arthur shifts his weight, unlocking their blades and going in for yet another swing.]

"If you could win, what is it you want?"

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You're thousands of years too young to challenge me.

[This must be hyperbole... right? Even so, should be saying that sort of line when she looks about the same age as him?

She smirks with the words, and pivots sharply away out of range of the sword.]

I want to have a talk. [You're going to be reminded of that last dream.] And I want you to repay your debt to me.

[Arthur's eyebrows furrow in confusion for a moment, which might be just enough distraction....]

"What debt? What are you talking about?"

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[Well, if he's offering it, she'll take that advantage. Her lips curve upward even as her sword comes up sharply to catch him right at the midsection.]

We've met before.

[Arthur quickly jumps back, stumbling over his own feet slightly in the process, but manages to keep his footing. He brings his sword across to move hers away from important parts of his person.]

"I know we have. You couldn't beat me then either."

[Although, he might leave out the fact he couldn't beat her either.]

This time I won't be that kind, if you don't pay it back. But that isn't what I mean.

[Careful, Arthur. She'll bring out her powers if she needs to.]

I want you to pay back for what I did for you in Camelot.

[Now those powers are just unfair and would never pass the knight's code!

Arthur quickly tries to press his advantage. He might end up regretting napping at the meeting...]

"What you...? When have you ever been to Camelot?"

[Then neither does the strength he's built up in his body, or the skills he's learned with his sword. Her powers are a part of her. She won't be less than she is.

Mercury pushes back, refusing to give an inch. She may be smaller, but she's
determined and she's fast. The blades meet again and again, and she seems to treat it with little concern, far more interested in their conversation.]

When the knights chased you, for using forbidden magic.

And when I kept them away.

[Her comment is almost enough to make him drop his sword.]

"When I WHAT?"

[She'll have him on the ground in a second if he drops it.]

When you used forbidden magic.

[She lets the smile come as she closes her trap.]

So when I defeat you here, review Camelot's laws. You understand being accused when you haven't committed a real crime.

[She wisely says 'review' and not 'change'; not yet.]

[And it'll be bloosy embarrassing if that happens.

Arthur endeavours to clear his mind. But vaguely he recalls the dream...he was a Druid in it, wasn't he?]

"I have no power to change the law." [That's not precisely true, but it would require him to allow the Council to declare his father incompetent.

And that's something Arthur will not allow.]

So I should let them have you?

[She could - possibly - mean pushing his mind to wake him up and leave him to face the irate Council he's been ignoring while training.

Or she could mean exactly what it sounds like.]

"Them? Who do you mean?"

[It won't take too much to wake up Arthur right now...Geoffrey of Monmouth is winding up his speech and there's general mutterings from the other council members apparently in agreement.

Arthur attempts to ignore the voices as he fights against Mercury, who may be getting the upper hand - not that Arthur would ever admit such a thing...]

[Could those be knights heading this way? Heading for Arthur? Mercury grins even as she lunges towards him, meeting him stroke for stroke, move for move.]

[Arthur looks like he might be faltering and then...

He jerks awake.

Uncle Agravaine is staring in his direction and Geoffrey of Monmouth turns in his direction and asks what Arthur's opinion is.

He manages to answer, he did listen to the first five minutes after all, but he is troubled, the strange woman's words echoing in his mind.]

[He can relate, to both the tedium of meetings and the comparative pleasure and release of sparring. So he responds to the sounds of swords.

The gathering Sephiroth in the midst of is both military and corporate in nature, a recital of news bad and worse. He already knows everything that is going to be said, so why listen closely to the infuriating way they state it?]

It's simpler, isn't it? More precise, more pure.

[Arthur looks up in surprise at the stranger's sudden appearance.

But for some reason it doesn't alarm him as it usually would.

He gives the man a wry smile.]

"So it is. I believe I'd always come out the better man if this was how they were settled."

I believe the same. [He returns the smile. In his current state of mind, he barely thinks it odd that he's conversing in this manner, though perhaps he should.

Looking over the ShinRa executives seated around him, it's easy to see that none of them would stand so much as a chance with him in battle.]
That would make my job much easier. Dispense with this morass of politics and hypocrisy.

[Arthur rolls his eyes in the direction of Geoffrey of Monmouth, the ponderous old archivist who enjoys speaking, at length on every subject that presents itself to him.]

"It is a shame, but I suppose allowances must be made for those who are less skilled in duels."

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