Who's Afraid of the Big Bad...Dorocca?! [Gwaine]

[lucan]

Not a person in sight, not since the word was spreading about the faceless killers that had attacked a village the previous evening. They had all since fled to the safety of their own homes – not that they would be safe there, if one entire village could be slaughtered, then what was to say that a city couldn’t be either?
Of course Lucan had volunteered to out on patrol this evening, not many others had wanted the job of stalking up and down the town when there could be ghost-like creatures on the loose. He had no idea why he’d said that he would go – he had some serious thrill issues though, and he was sure that it was something to do with it.

Joining him was Gwaine, one of the newest Knights (well – fairly new) and looking as though he was keep his guard up. One hand was conveniently placed on the hilt of his sword, ready for anything that came his way. In Lucan’s view, he didn’t look too good. “You can take your hand from your sword Gwaine, I hardly doubt that the bogeyman will spring out on us” he rolled his eyes slightly. He didn’t know whether Gwaine had volunteered or had drawn the short straw for this particular patrol. Dark and with the possibility of the creatures threatening to launch an attack on Camelot. So far it had been a peaceful evening, and soon they would be able to wrap it up and head back to the warmth of their beds.

Lucan looked down side alleys as he passed them, there was always something or someone down there who shouldn’t be. They proved to be convenient dwellings on dark nights for local men who were too drunk to stand; thankfully he hadn’t come across any tonight.

“We’ll carry on down to the lower town, then perhaps we can actually head back and get some sleep, my shoulder is killing me” Yvain had taken it upon himself to completely tackle Lucan to the ground in training earlier that day – resulting in many curse words and an aching shoulder. Needless to say that Luc had got his own back by sticking out his foot in Yvain’s path when going up against Elyan. All in good humour of course, and they would both wind one another up.

Tagged: Gwaine
Timeline: S4 – EP 1 (Let’s hear it for the Dorocca!)
Setting – Somewhere in the town
Notes: Well this should be interesting

[thegwaine]

So it was the middle of the night, and Gwaine had found himself patrolling round the dimly lit streets of Camelot with his fellow knight, Lucan. This was ridiculous, at this hour Gwaine should have already had an ale, or two, or several... However it all came with the title of being a knight. Though Gwaine had been slightly reluctant to put himself at the mercy of an enemy they didn't yet know how to fight completely, it had seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

Gwaine cocked a grin at Lucan and let out a small chuckle, "It's not bogeymen I'm worried about." Gwaine could handle an enemy who you knew, for example when you were fighting another soldier or a knight you knew what to expect. What on earth did you do when you were confronted with moving shapes in the darkness? Of course everyone had already figured out that fire had some effect on them. It wasn't permanent, but at least it scared them off. Gwaine of course wasn't completely scared, he just didn't like the idea of these creatures just jumping out at them. It wasn't his idea of fun to say the least. It was nighttime, he should have be in the tavern!

Nodding in acknowledgement of Lucan's words, Gwaine kept close to his fellow knight. The lower town was not too far away, and they had been patrolling for a good few hours now anyway. They certainly deserved some sleep. "Or grab a quick ale, and then get some sleep." Gwaine put in, seeing his chances of getting even a whiff of ale under Lucan's watch. His chances were probably slim, but oh well; he would make it up next time he was in the taverns. Plus, there was no such thing as a 'quick' ale in Gwaine's experience.

He shot Lucan a knowing smile as he mentioned about his shoulder. Training this morning had been a bout of jests that was for sure. It had been one of the rare occasions that Gwaine had turned up to training without a hangover; a rare but welcomed occurance. "Was that from Yvaine's tackle?" He asked with a small chuckle as he held up the torch he was holding in his hand; keeping his eyes up ahead of them in case trouble sprung.

[lucan]

Lucan shot a look at Gwaine – he seemed quite twitchy despite cracking a joke here or there. Gwaine was always one for humour at the most awkward of times, and it seemed as though this patrol would be no exception.

“What’s wrong? Not going through some kind of alcoholic relapse are you?” a small smirk appeared on Lucan’s lips. “I know this isn’t exactly the most thrilling of patrols but seeing as no one else wanted to volunteer, I guess we’ll go down in history as the prettiest Dorocca fodder” Hopefully that would lighten the mood. He knew that Gwaine didn’t want to be out here as much as he did – but it wouldn’t be long now before they could clock off for the evening and have a good night’s sleep.

Of course Gwaine would mention ale at a time like this. “Define quick” Lucan rolled his eyes, “anyway I’m sure you can go another hour or so without a drink” he shrugged.

"Was that from Yvaine's tackle?"

“Pretty much – I think I bruised his ego more when I sent him rolling across the field” Lucan smirked at the showdown earlier and stuck his head down a side alley. Nothing. Thank goodness. Just a barrel. Something then clocked in Lucan’s head and he turned to Gwaine.

“Keep on walking, I thought I saw something down here… I’ll circle and meet you at the next alleyway” he told him and set off down the alleyway.

Time to lighten the mood a little more and put Gwaine to the test. The barrel was large enough for Lucan to put over his head and set down without even being noticed that he was inside it. He was going to follow Gwaine and see if he clocked on. Now this would be fun.
Putting the barrel over his head, there was a small hole that meant he could look through and see where he was going. As Gwaine walked on, he didn’t seem to be noticing the barrel with legs following him.

[thegwaine]

Turning his gaze sarcastically to Lucan he raised an eye brow. Alcohol relapse? Seriously? However, his later comment did redeem Lucan somewhat. Gwaine ran a hand through his hair (which was his pride and joy) and gave a small 'heh'. "Well, only one of us will go down as the prettiest, and I think we both know which one of that will be." He grinned and gave Lucan a wink.

"I shall hold you to that quick ale." Gwaine promised faithfully. Of course Gwaine would keep a promise that involved ale; it was him after all. However, Gwaine did make a mental note to not annoy Lucan in training. He'd rather not end up like Yvaine; he valued his good looks too much.

Gwaine hated patrolling on his own. For one it meant he actually had to use his own initiative and face things without a helping hand. But more importantly, it meant he had no ones ear to chew off with his thoughts. It wasn't his fault exactly that he just had too many thoughts to cope with; he just had to share some of them with his fellow knights. Gwaine thought it was unfair he had gained a reputation amongst some of the knights as being a bit chatty, after all, he had spent quite a lot of his life on his own. He was just making up for lost time.

As he journeyed down the alleyway, he took his sword in his hand and began swishing it about as he shifted down the ally. They had been practicing some specific sword skills in training. In particular, Ellyn had been showing him some tricks, and he was after perfecting them. It wouldn't hurt to show off would it? Especially if it meant a few women and an ale or two afterwards. It sounded like a good plan to Gwaine. He made the occasional 'Heh' and 'Hah' noise as he continued to stab the air in a rather impressive way.

[lucan]

"Well, only one of us will go down as the prettiest, and I think we both know which one of that will be." Lucan snorted at this, "Why Sir Gwaine, you are too kind, but as much as it pains me to say this - I prefer women" He gave Gwaine a small smirk and carried on looking around.

Lucan chuckled to himself from inside the barrel, Gwaine really had to be on alert and now it seemed he was just oblivious to what was following him! He quickly waddled behind the knight, setting the barrel down so it was still for a few moments, before taking a few more steps and setting it down again. He could still see Gwaine looking around, swishing his sword in every direction possible. Time to up the test. He made a large bang on the side of the barrel to catch Gwaine's attention, and kept it still.

This could be a brilliant hideout if one was escaping the dorocca. No doubt that Gwaine would disagree and choose a tavern where he could just drink himself to death, rather than suffer the big freeze. Lucan watched and waited for Gwaine's impressive skills to come to handy - choosing the right moment to jump out and give the 'enemy' the element of surprise.

[thegwaine]

Gwaine gave Lucan a smug kind of grin. His wit was only really matched by Lucan, a lot of the other knights didn't make the cut. But Lucan was quite different, but that didn't make it any less irritating. Of course in this sort of situation you could only fight fire with fire. He chucked and clapped Lucan on the shoulder again, "Lucan my man, I hate to break it to you, but it wasn't an invitation." He pulled a face at his fellow knight, "I will wager you right here and now, that I could have any woman in Camelot I want before you could even bat an eyelid." He smirked at Lucan, not really expecting him to take the bait.

He hated patrolling on his own, but he enjoyed the challenge of it at the same time. He began to mutter to himself, practicing chat up lines with his sword. There was probably nothing to worry about tonight anyway. They hadn't already run into trouble, so he doubted that there were going to be any attacks tonight. He and Lucan had ushered the last of the residents of the lower town into their homes, advising them to keep a lit torch with them. It had been quite a productive, although boring, night.

Gwaine sighed, wasn't Lucan supposed to be here by now? He tapped his foot slightly against the path. What was the point in patrolling in pairs if your pair got conveniently lost on the way to meet him. He was starting to get tired of having a conversation with his sword anyway. He put his sword back at his belt and folded his arms. What on earth was Lucan playing at?

Deciding to double back, he turned around and collided very quickly with an object which sent him flying backwards. He swore under his breath as he hit the floor and his hand went to his face. If he'd broken his nose then someone would be feeling the full force of his wrath! His eyes adjusted to the dark and he noticed he had walked into a barrel... a barrel with legs.

Right.

He let out quite a loud laugh and lay backwards for a moment (falling had really quite hurt Gwaine, and his pride was suffering somewhat). "I don't remember Arthur teaching us that." Gwaine laughed, pulling himself up to a sitting position, "You're an idiot, you know that right?"