fandomhigh | Library, Sunday

If you don't need a little Face in your life.

If you do.

It was a blood-splattered Cassandra that stepped into the library today, holding a book. She had almost forgotten about returning it, but it had occurred to her at the very last moment, so she was late.

She put it down on the counter and gave Face a terse nod.

Ordinarily, Face would have a smile and some kind of teasing or flirtatious comment for Cassandra. Ordinarily, Cassandra was not splattered with blood.

"Sithspit! What happened?"

Did he need to get the first aid kit which didn't even have bacta patches?

What did he--?

She glanced down at her armor. Ah. Yes. "It is not mine," Cassandra said. "I was waylaid by some deer."

Somehow, it did not feel necessary to mention why.

Given that Face was under the impression the deer were herbivores this just raised more questions.

"And ended up covered in blood!"

"The deer have become rather aggressive," Cassandra said.

Which was an understatement.

"Clearly." Face's tone was dry. "Wait, what were deer doing on school grounds?"

Because obviously that where she encountered them.

"They were not on school grounds," Cassandra said hastily. "I had gone for a walk, in the preserve."

A walk for the express purpose of hunting deer so she might give their hides to the merchant.

"That is when the deer attacked."

"Oh, that makes more sense." Which was true enough, though there was something he couldn't put his finger on. "Then you fought them off with your bare hands."

It was almost like something out of a story. Only weirder.

"At first," Cassandra allowed. "I had brought my sword, as is my custom, but they ambushed me." Which was true! "Thankfully, the island's deer are susceptible to fisticuffs."

Yes, she'd punched a teal deer in the face.

Edited 2015-03-15 17:03 (UTC)

"You punched a deer?"

That was kind of awesome.

"It was necessary," Cassandra said.

Pfft. It wasn't even a bear.

"Still impressive," Face said. "I never knew anyone who took swords on walks and punched ambushing deer before."

Cassandra let out a little snort. "You must not know many warriors, then," she said. "I do not enjoy being defenseless."

To... put it mildly. Luckily she was well on her way to having the physique of a well-armored battering ram?

"Not really." Yet. Cassandra would probably get along really well with Shalla if Face was ever in a position to introduce them. "And even soldiers where I come from aren't really in the position of using swords."

"I have seen various forms of projectile weapons since I came here," Cassandra said. She tilted her head. "I assume that is what you're talking about?"

Face nodded. "Well that, and also machines."

"I see."

Cassandra looked down at the book.

Then she looked down at her armor.

"...You would not happen to have a rag of some kind, would you?"

How had she not realized how this looked? She had been too focused on the mission.

It looked pretty bad from where Face was.

"We've got cleaning supplies," Face said, standing to fetch them. "Possibly there's something for leather and metal in there."

"That would be most helpful," Cassandra said. And now she felt awkward. "Thank you."

Face returned shortly with the supplies. "I'd wonder why we had metal polish in a library," he said. "But I'm pretty sure the answer would be even stranger than I'd thought."

And he could think pretty strange at times.

Cassandra had found a chair, which was rather less of an unlikely object to find in the library. She was sitting on it at present. "Perhaps there has been a need to defend this library before," she opined. "I was told by a teacher this school was once host to armed reserves."

"Well that's not at all creepy," Face remarked, handing over the bundle and finding his own chair.

"It is practical," Cassandra said. She took the bundle and began scrubbing the worst of the blood off immediately. "This island appears to be threatened quite frequently."

"Which is why we have the troopers and a lot of kind of scary teachers, mixing in a bunch of half-trained kids probably won't do much good and possibly a lot of harm," Face pointed out. "And no matter how impressive some individuals may be, that's what the majority of us are."

Cassandra shot him an amused look. "I am not the one suggesting we resuscitate this institution," she said. "The teacher suggested it. But as I have little intention of staying, I have seen no reason to pick up the gauntlet."

... That, and it hadn't seemed too necessary during her time here. Those were her only reasons.

Edited 2015-03-15 18:55 (UTC)

"If you picked up the gauntlet you might have to hit a deer with it." Face thought he was funny.

He was not. Cassandra tilted her head at him in a disapproving manner. "I have gauntlets of my own for such a purpose," she said dryly.

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