Log: Complete

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

When; Aug. 16 (evening)
Rating; PG?
Characters; Peter lionrampante, Susan lionesssejant, Edmund lionpassant, Lucy lionesscouchant, Caspian treadingdawn, and Cat
Summary; Curse the curses and the duels they reap.
Log;

[He wasn't joking about his brazen challenge, make no mistake about that. Caspian has his sword, his dirk, his bracers, his brigandine, and his pride. The last is his weakness. He isn't at the Pevensie household yet, but he is coming.]

ooc: Lol placeholder, didn't want to make it BOYS ONLY either so y'all can thread however pre-duel until I get back from feasting at like 9PST?

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[lionesscouchant.livejournal.com]

[But Lucy is, and she's not pleased. She's sitting in the front room, on the couch, and wondering if the entire world has gone mad]

[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

[Edmund is displeased. He's unbound, sitting unhappily on the couch. So, no White Witch, not King of Narnia. There's Telmarine on the loose, and he was challenging the wrong King. Edmund thinks the world's mad. He hates it.]

[lionesscouchant.livejournal.com]

[She's watching him. It's like being back at the Professor's house.]

[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

[He's watching her back. It is like being back at the Professor's. He remembers thinking she was annoying back then. Nothing has changed now. Edmund only has bits and pieces of memory to his convenience.]

[lionesscouchant.livejournal.com]

Why Turkish Delight?

[Staaaaaaaare]

[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

Because mum could never afford it.

[Edmund looks unhappy. Have a sulk, Lu.]

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

Ed.

[She's been watching. Edmund was not to be left alone with anyone in this state. Susan steps into the room more and sits beside Lucy on the couch. That isn't entirely an accusation or a rebuke. A verbal warning. Susan looks to Lucy and makes a face as if to say staring won't help!]

Remember there was a war. We had rations. Sweets weren't standard.

[As if reasoning with him like this would cushion his cruelty...]

[lionesscouchant.livejournal.com]

[Looks up at Susan and sighs]

I hope we were worth it.

[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

Maybe if we had less people, it would be easier, Su.

[Purposeful look at Lucy. Sarcasm. How wonderful considering Edmund is the third child. The irony falls dry.]

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

No amount of candy could ever properly equal a person.

[Finds her self feeling clever at that idea but really this is said to ease Lucy. Of course Edmund will disagree. Susan looks at him and folds her arms.]

You and Lucy are not so far in age. I don't think it's fair to be pointing fingers.

[lionesscouchant.livejournal.com]

[Her frown gets a lot deeper.]

I didn't do anything wrong.

OOC

[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

What's up with the rotation?

OOC

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

A threading free for all till Mir gets back XD? Caspian's not showing up till there's a Peter to challenge.

OOC

[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

Ahahaha, okay. I'll assume Ed's unbound, less snarky, but still pissy. ♥

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter had tried to convince Caspian out of a duel, but it seemed the other was dead set. A fight against Caspian, no matter who won, would inevitably end up with a bad outcome. All Peter could do now was wait.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

High King.

[He shouts, approaching the house from several yards away. Destrier is wuffling uneasily and farther away, reins twisted around tree branches. Caspian never ties him.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Is it really necessary to shout like that?]

Don't do this, Caspian.

[Peter says evenly. He's not going to get into a shouting match with Caspian.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Yes, yes it is. The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands, to fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming. Ahem.]

Why.

[He asks, more evenly now because he's drawing his sword anyway.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Caspian is so eloquent.]

No matter what you do, you won't become High King.

[Not to mention you'll regret this when it's all over. Peter has his hands on Rhindon, but he hasn't drawn it just yet. Maybe he can talk Caspian out of it, now that they're face to face.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Then there will not be one at all.

[His sword comes arching across, edge aiming for Peter's throat. He's already looking to shed blood. And he will regret it whether it spills or not.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Caspian's blade catches Peter on the shoulder as he barely dodges in time. Rhindon is out, and Peter aims a slash at Caspian, hoping to catch his sword and disarm him.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Not like the first time they met, but Rhindon blocks the second slash he tried to serve Peter and Caspian has to stumble back or get cut across the chest. The High King is stronger, but the Telmarine is fast on his feet. He avoids disarmament and spins to thrust his sword towards Peter's side. Watch out, there's a dagger coming with it!]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter blocks Caspian's thrust, but he can't avoid the dagger that Caspian has weaseled in. He ignores the pain, concentrating fully on pushing Caspian back and keeping him occupied. Fights are harder when you're aiming not to hurt your opponent.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Pushed back and the dagger comes away with blood on it, but Caspian doesn't even look all that pleased.]

What is wrong with you? Fight me.

[He can tell Peter is holding back.]

[lionpassant.livejournal.com]

[Enter Edmund.

He has no qualms of holding back anything. He inserts himself in the fray, aiming to catch Caspian's shoulder from behind with a downwards cut from the sharp end of his sword.

Revenge? Think of it as just rewards. Equal pain for equal pain. As far as Edmund sees it, the only one who can take any title away from Peter is Edmund, himself.]