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Date Posted: 20:55:59 11/20/01 Tue
Author: Tristan
Subject: Eat my pillow feathers
In reply to: Corum & Valhorek 's message, "Usual and shock" on 19:35:51 11/20/01 Tue

Tristan made a face at Marz when he stopped his exercises after only five minutes, complaining that he was about to be sick all over the place. He was about to tell him to stop his bitching, but then he decided it didn’t matter. Hell, five minutes was fine by him. He didn’t understand what it was supposed to be for, anyway.

“Now what?” Marz asked, after settling himself on a pillow on the floor. Tristan stopped himself from shrugging just in time, remembering that he was supposed to be the one to lead the meditation. Crap, he thought, furrowing his brow a bit, I forgot what I’m supposed to do next. The least Erlic could have done was written the instructions down or something.

Well, screw the meditation. Erlic said Marz had done a great job of it, right? So maybe he wouldn’t be able to tell if they just stopped doing it altogether. They could just pretend they’d been doing it, and Marz’s teacher would never have to know. Tristan considered himself to be a pro at stretching the truth a little since he’d gotten lots of practice with his father and teacher. It shouldn’t be a problem.

He was about to open his mouth and say so when Marz cut him off by whipping the pillow out from underneath himself and slamming it into Tristan’s shoulder. “Arm yourself, wimp!” he cried, as Tristan blinked up at him in momentary confusion. It was kind of a big change in topic. “Cause I'm about to kick your ass with my mighty pillow!” Then he put his words into action by bopping Tristan right in the face.

Riiight. Looks like somebody was begging for an ass whipping.

“Yeah, right!” he growled, leaping to his feet and dodging the third blow of the feathery assault. He leapt to the bed, boots and all, and grabbed hold of the closest pillow. “Die, craven!” From this new lofty height, he gave Marz a good smack in the head, but sadly underestimated his opponent’s ability to retaliate. Tristan jumped back down to the floor, and was in the process of defending himself from a redoubled pillow attack when suddenly the door flew opened, and a mysterious form of reinforcement appeared.

“I’ll save you Marz!” Tristan looked up just in time to have another pillow slam into his face, the culprit now firmly imprinted in his mind. “IT’S CLOBBERIN TIME!” Corum yelled at the top of his lungs, but he scarcely had time to draw breath afterward before both Marz and Tristan enacted their revenge by stuffing their pillows into his own face. All three fought like things possessed for several minutes, the scene becoming even more comical as the air gradually filled with hundreds of tiny white feathers, raining down to cover the floor and furniture.

Tristan was beginning to realize that he was outmatched, as Marz had returned to attacking him, and naturally Corum was backing his friend up. In a sudden move of quick-thinking, Tristan wrapped his leg around one of Marz’s and caused him to trip, so that he fell back against the bed. Tristan quickly crawled on top of him before he could recover and held his battered pillow triumphantly in the air.

“Stop!” he said, putting his other hand out against Corum, who’d naturally begun to advance. “Once step closer, foul defector, and your buddy gets it.” He drew a line across his neck to show he really meant business, and turned back to face Marz, his expression completely serious as he stared down at him. “I mean to tickle him to death. I don’t think you want to see that happen.”

“It would be a grisly, dishonorable end,” he continued solemnly. “I don’t want to do it, but I will if I have to.” He gave a couple of threatening pokes into Marz’s ribs. “I can only be compelled to stop under one condition,” he added, losing his composure slightly and grinning. “If you two promise to do whatever I say for the rest of the day, I’ll spare his worthless ass.”

Well, they as sure hell weren’t gonna go for that, so Tristan prepared himself for a second assault. He could hold Marz down and tickle the shit out of him with one hand and continue to fend of Corum with the other pillow-laden one. Let them challenge the pillow champion!!

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