Drake leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head. "No worries, kiddo," he said. "I thought Francine and Karla were going to vanquish my butt last week, and during class yesterday I clarified that my class is all about works of fiction. Some of 'em might be based on truth, but the authors are going for drama here, and they're going to leave out stuff they think is boring and embellish or make up other things just to keep the reader's attention. The job of a fiction writer is to sell books or movies, not get all the facts straight. That's how you end up with Guinevere painted blue and wearing just a couple strips or leather, or Arthur and Lancelot doing some special sword work, if you know what I mean."
OK, he might have said that last bit to make one or both of them flail. He thought it was cute.
"Exactly," Drake said. He patted the pile of books, snapped his fingers, and made them vanish. "It's all about imagination. And I hope I've made it clear to my class, but if any of them are still confused, you can tell them to come talk to me. At any rate, we just had the one class on Arthurian legend, and now we've moved on to swashbuckling musketeers and pirates."
"Alexandre Dumas, The Three Musketeers," Drake said. Like he would pass up a chance to plug a book. "Great book; the library has copies, you should give it a read. The musketeers were the personal guard of the 17th century French kings. They used swords your sire here would probably laugh at, but they had early guns, too." He looked over to Arthur and grinned. "Sorry, the pirates are the good guys in the book we're going over. Unjustly imprisoned, revenge on the tyrant who sits on the English throne...er, way after your time, of course."
"It would have to be," Arthur said, dryly, "Considering that there is no English throne."
Anything that might be mentioned about him achieving such a goal was going to be passed off as bloody well insane. He couldn't picture himself being that stupid.
"Don't let Good Queen Bess the Second heard you say that," Drake directed at Arthur, "or she'll come over here and whack you with her scepter. Or sic her dogs on you."
Then he snapped his fingers and conjured up a piece of parchment and a pair of feathery quills. "Can I ask you two one favor?" he said. "Can I get your autographs? I am such a fanboy, I'm telling you. The other demons will be so jealous."
Despite his best efforts, and his general mixed feelings about the legends, Arthur's ego did perk up a bit. "I suppose we are," he said, loftily, casting Merlin another look, and reached for the quill.
Or would be if he knew what a fanboy was. Merlin squinted at it before scrawling something like a signature in his usual chicken scratch. "As long as other people don't ask for this."
"Stay away from historians and folklore fans then," Drake advised. "They'd be all over you two like white on rice." He picked up the parchment and snapped his fingers so that it was, indeed, now framed as he had promised.
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Re: IC
Date: 2009-09-25 04:26 am (UTC)...what, in defense, it was okay.
"But that's not us," Merlin insisted, looking a touch freaked out by all them.
Re: IC
Date: 2009-09-25 04:46 am (UTC)OK, he might have said that last bit to make one or both of them flail. He thought it was cute.
Re: IC
Date: 2009-09-25 04:50 am (UTC)This was Arthur, blinking. "What?"
Yes, nowadays, people really did need to pay him whenever they said that little word just like that.
Re: IC
Date: 2009-09-25 04:54 am (UTC)Re: IC
Date: 2009-09-25 05:01 am (UTC)Re: IC
Date: 2009-09-25 05:04 am (UTC)Re: IC
Date: 2009-09-25 05:06 am (UTC)Re: IC
Date: 2009-09-25 05:15 am (UTC)Re: IC
Date: 2009-09-25 05:19 am (UTC)Anything that might be mentioned about him achieving such a goal was going to be passed off as bloody well insane. He couldn't picture himself being that stupid.
Re: IC
Date: 2009-09-25 05:25 am (UTC)...he was such and Englishman.
Re: IC
Date: 2009-09-25 05:39 am (UTC)Then he snapped his fingers and conjured up a piece of parchment and a pair of feathery quills. "Can I ask you two one favor?" he said. "Can I get your autographs? I am such a fanboy, I'm telling you. The other demons will be so jealous."
Re: IC
Date: 2009-09-25 05:48 am (UTC)Arthur shot Merlin a sideways glance.
Re: IC
Date: 2009-09-25 05:56 am (UTC)Re: IC
Date: 2009-09-25 12:31 pm (UTC)Re: IC
Date: 2009-09-25 02:20 pm (UTC)Re: IC
Date: 2009-09-25 10:45 pm (UTC)"I think I'm fine without being that."
Re: IC
Date: 2009-09-26 04:11 am (UTC)Re: IC
Date: 2009-09-26 04:26 am (UTC)Re: IC
Date: 2009-09-26 04:30 am (UTC)"Glad to be of service."
About two layers of ego came off in his next look towards Merlin, and offered the quill. Yes, even if there was another one sitting right there.
Re: IC
Date: 2009-09-26 04:37 am (UTC)Or would be if he knew what a fanboy was. Merlin squinted at it before scrawling something like a signature in his usual chicken scratch. "As long as other people don't ask for this."
Re: IC
Date: 2009-09-27 06:19 pm (UTC)[*kicks LJ for lack of comment notification!*]