preyforheaven:

Exodus was quite happy to finally be having a chance to do something. But he wasn't going anywhere yet. Not with the exertions his Lord was engaging in.

Fresh-baked bread -- yes, a 12th-century soldier can bake -- with butter. Plenty of ice water. And he takes it to go check on his master.


Later, he can go find the children.

preyforheaven:

Paris had ventured out of his little room, which he mostly stayed in hoping that eventually there'd be something useful for him to do, to the public areas. He'd found a device with a lot of electronic books on it, including The Count of Monte Cristo. Exodus was quite fond of the book: brilliant victim emerges from his confinement to safeguard his people, take on loyal associates, and wreak justice against his enemies. A fine story. The only part he didn't like was where the Count makes a tragic mistake. It made him uncomfortable. Grand quests for justice shouldn't have tragic mistakes in them. They just shouldn't. One should just be able to enjoy the villains getting what was coming to them, and not worry about unforeseen consequences.

pinkfairydust:

Pixie had a lot of expectations about being an X-Man.  She thought it would be action-packed, lots of adventure, butt-kicking and do-gooding as they swept in as a team to save the day.  The first few times she put her uniform on she had done it with a sense of pride and anticipation, checking that everything was in its proper place so that she would be ready to do something legendary, something epic.  It didn't take long for her to realize that for the most part the most exciting thing she would get to do was inadvertently blast Wolverine with her pixie dust and end up in detention for month because he hallucinated rabid unicorns.

With hoof-claws.  Laughing at him probably hadn't been a good idea, in retrospect but there wasn't much she could do now.  Now she was stuck dealing with her detention.  At least there was a variety to her punishment.  First week she'd been assigned to an extra study hall.  Second week she had to clean all of the common rooms in the Mansion.  Third week had involved washing the Blackbird, and her final week was tailored to raking all of the leaves on the school grounds.  Because the grounds were so big, Pixie popped on a comm device and teleported herself out to the furthest end of the grounds, rake in hand.  It was kind of a zen job, really.  It let her just think.  Which is why she at first thought she was imagining things when she noticed movement in the woods just a few yards further out.  Then, she saw it again, and heard noises.  It...was dragging something.  Something decidedly not an animal.

"Um...can anyone hear me?"

She spoke over the comm, keeping her voice very low.