Post by Muse on Mar 20, 2011 8:10:51 GMT 10
Title: Battleship
Rating: PG
Word Count: 269
Pairing: Team Underpants
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Evin always wins when he and Dom play, but this time Dom figures out some ways of spicing it up.
“I bet you I can beat you in a game of battleship,” Dom boasted as he watched Evin dismount in the courtyard of King’s Reach.
Evin, all over in dust from the road, gave him a dirty look. “You’re starting in with this already? I beat you last time, fair and square. What makes you think that you can win this time?”
Dom grinned and patted his pocket. “Let’s just say… I’ve taken some, er, liberties in procuring some, um…supplies for our next match.”
Something about the way he said this appealed to the devil on Evin’s shoulder, and slowly a grin spread across his face. “In that case, lead the way.”
“Hey, Evin,” Dom shouted, hoping the wind would carry his words to the man standing on the deck of the other ship.
“What?!” Evin bawled into the wind, which teased his voice as fine as silk. “I can’t hear you!”
Dom took a deep breath and bellowed as his ship left the dock. “THIS IS AWESOME!”
Evin shook his head and flashed him a thumbs up.
“Zahir, did I sign any orders regarding the movement of our royal navy?” Jon drew back from the spyglass he held to his face as he questioned his squire.
Zahir turned on the battlements and faced his knightmaster. “No, sir; this is the first you’ve said about the Navy since we arrived at King’s Reach.”
Jon turned back to the spyglass, the sinking feeling in his stomach abated only when he realized that the ships in motion weren’t leaving the harbor but moved in odd, erratic patterns. “What in Mithros’ name…?”
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 269
Pairing: Team Underpants
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Evin always wins when he and Dom play, but this time Dom figures out some ways of spicing it up.
“I bet you I can beat you in a game of battleship,” Dom boasted as he watched Evin dismount in the courtyard of King’s Reach.
Evin, all over in dust from the road, gave him a dirty look. “You’re starting in with this already? I beat you last time, fair and square. What makes you think that you can win this time?”
Dom grinned and patted his pocket. “Let’s just say… I’ve taken some, er, liberties in procuring some, um…supplies for our next match.”
Something about the way he said this appealed to the devil on Evin’s shoulder, and slowly a grin spread across his face. “In that case, lead the way.”
“Hey, Evin,” Dom shouted, hoping the wind would carry his words to the man standing on the deck of the other ship.
“What?!” Evin bawled into the wind, which teased his voice as fine as silk. “I can’t hear you!”
Dom took a deep breath and bellowed as his ship left the dock. “THIS IS AWESOME!”
Evin shook his head and flashed him a thumbs up.
“Zahir, did I sign any orders regarding the movement of our royal navy?” Jon drew back from the spyglass he held to his face as he questioned his squire.
Zahir turned on the battlements and faced his knightmaster. “No, sir; this is the first you’ve said about the Navy since we arrived at King’s Reach.”
Jon turned back to the spyglass, the sinking feeling in his stomach abated only when he realized that the ships in motion weren’t leaving the harbor but moved in odd, erratic patterns. “What in Mithros’ name…?”
QC by: journeycat