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[sthenia.livejournal.com]

[ Lanky teenagers running around isn't anything new, but how about when they're pulling around a carriage piled with armor? ]

Okay, Phil, where'd you want--

[ How about a carriage, piled with armor, balanced on his shoulders? Something that high isn't going work when he tries to run through a doorway, and the resulting crash is quite loud. Oops. ]

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[limping-grin.livejournal.com]

I honestly don't think Phil can hear you here.

[Chesh drops down outta nowhere and lands on top of the pile of armour.]

[sthenia.livejournal.com]

[There's a laugh from under that pile of armor, a little sheepish, a little forced. Herc is climbing out, trying to act casual with the loud clanging of metal.]

You'd be surprised how good his hearing is.

[limping-grin.livejournal.com]

[Chesh just raises an eyebrow.]

[sthenia.livejournal.com]

Oh, man.

[He groans a bit as he straightens, starting to pule things up on his arm.]

Uh. Hi.

[limping-grin.livejournal.com]

[The cat has already vanished off to... somewhere.]

Hello.

[sthenia.livejournal.com]

[He stops short, frowns a bit in confusion, looking around.]

Where... are you?

[limping-grin.livejournal.com]

Guess.

[colorsofthe.livejournal.com]

[Wow, that is indeed a large crash. And someone peering at the doorway, looking a tad worried.]

Are you alright?

[sthenia.livejournal.com]

I'm fine! Happens all the time.

[Being buried in the massive pile of what he was carrying? Oh, definitely. But he's got a hand up and waving to signal his 'fine' state, and is quickly trying to shake those things off. How embarrassing...]

[colorsofthe.livejournal.com]

[Well, she'll... try to help where she can. She's no superhuman when it comes to strength, but she can still lift things.]

[sthenia.livejournal.com]

[He's got it! He's trying to pile them up in one arm to clean up the mess - and he's doing it quite easily.]

Sorry. I thought-- I wasn't looking where I was going, I guess.

[colorsofthe.livejournal.com]

[That's pretty impressive.]

I don't think it was your fault it happened.

[sthenia.livejournal.com]

No, it was definitely my fault.

[He looks up at her, and pauses. Activating awkward teenager mode.]

...Hi.

>____>

[nochance-noway.livejournal.com]

--Wonderboy?

[winces at the crash, but it's not like she isn't used to it - she just heads over to him to see if he's okay.]

:O

[sthenia.livejournal.com]

[Herc might as well have not heard her. He's never heard that nickname before, and, naturally, doesn't respond. He -- hang on, he's got his foot stuck in a helmet.]

:>

[nochance-noway.livejournal.com]

[... covers her mouth to keep from laughing, watching him flail try to get his foot free.]

:DDD

[sthenia.livejournal.com]

[Almost... got it... there-- He kicks it hard enough that it gets stuck in the wall. Er.]

but do you know who this is.

[nochance-noway.livejournal.com]

[Blunderboy]

Easy there, hero boy. I don't think helmets work when they're halfway through a wall.

no, should I?

[sthenia.livejournal.com]

[Shhh. He jerks up straight, whirling around to look at her-- whoa.]

Uhh.

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[...That voice. That armor!

Upon hearing the crash, Ven scurries over. He knows who this is!]

Herc! Hey, are you okay?

[sthenia.livejournal.com]

Ven?

[There's a head of orange hair popping out from between breastplates, a lopsided grin on Herc's face.]

Hey!

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[Well, if he's grinning, Ven might as well, too. Still, he crouches down, looking over the helmets.]

D'you need help with these? The least I could do is help pick things up.

[sthenia.livejournal.com]

Thanks, but I've got it. Phil wouldn't be too happy to see someone else cleaning up my mess.

[And it's not like it's difficult.]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

That's fine! Knowing Phil, he probably counts this as part of your training, huh?

[Still, what a mess]

[sthenia.livejournal.com]

[That makes him laugh. Don't worry, he's gotten fast at it.]

It wouldn't be the first time.