Not You Too {Megara}

[Lancelot du Lac]

Honestly, Levi had been hoping that more people would be considering something of a mass exodus. An army loomed on the horizon, and not the pretty, happy kind. No, this was an army that seemed to have no problem with terrorizing people. In fact, they'd already terrorized several students and faculty, and were likely to keep going.

Levi had to stay. It wasn't a matter of choice for him; he'd elected to be a knight, and knightly duty and honor insisted that he stay and fight. Part of him desperately wanted to stay too, to prove himself and actually do something for a change. Mostly though, he just wanted to head out to the island with the woman he loved, which also happened to be where he thought most people should be heading about now.

Apparently most of the females agreed with him. There were bags and parcels littering the halls, and Levi had to step around most of them. He had a goal, and it didn't involve stopping to help or carry; at least, not for these girls. Several did call out to him; he'd been at Gandalf's big speech and been one of the few to talk, which seemed to have given him some new status {it's called being a PC, Levi, get used to it}. He tried to wave, but mostly, he wove his way through the crowd.

He headed to room 105, a room occupied by a forgetful ex-fish, a mute ex-mermaid, and a confused Grecian, thus proving that the people in charge of rooming individuals at Tintagel had a special kind of insanity. Levi didn't know where the ex-fish was; he'd heard rumors, and he'd never quite encountered this ex-mermaid, though he knew her sister. It was the last he was there for, and that became clear when he knocked.

"Megara!" he called, leaning forward. He really hoped she was in there, or else this would all be pointless. He looked down the hall at some girls who were gathered there, sighed, and turned to knock on the door again. "Megara! It's Levain! I'm here to--" okay, that was slightly nebulous. He shifted. "I'm here to help you get to the Island Sanctuary."

Preferably on the next boat after the one Gwen was on, if not the same...

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Honestly, Meg still wasn't sure what to do about the war. Everyone (well, a lot of everyone, anyway) was leaving for the island. Many were staying to fight. Meg wasn't one to run because she was afraid. If anything, she would just go ahead and fight, knowing that her side would win, because, well, the side she chose was always the best. Duh. Greeks fought, right? There were quite a few wars where Sparta and Athens liked to war, an occasionally Troy.

Not that Megara had fought in any of them.

Of course, she always had to the option to stay and fight. Unfortunately, she did not think that using her charm and beauty would work very well on a battlefield. She had no other tactics or skill. She was made to be a lover, not a fighter. Actually, was there much of a difference? Meg could leave and escape, but that would mean leaving Bo behind, and if Bo were to get killed, Meg would never be able to forgive herself for that. She would fight if Bo would.

Staring at the bag she had up on her bed, half filled with clothes, Meg wondered if she was doing the right thing. There was a knock at the door, followed by a voice that she was all-too-familiar with. And then the voice was named, and Meg had a smile on her face as she opened the door. "Levi, hi! It is lovely to see you again!"

But his next words did not please her all too much. They normally would, because playing the damsel in distress was pretty much her thing. She liked being rescued. But this time, she just shook her head at him and cast him a pity glance almost. "I do appreciate the knight in shining armor getup, Levain, but there's no need for it this time." Meg playfully punched his arm, then winked at him. "Sorry, champ."

[Lancelot du Lac]

Yeah, knight in shining armor; that was pretty much what Levi had as a profession. He sighed, rubbing at the back of his head, almost literally feeling the ground he was losing. Figures that Meg would have some snappy retort. Levi did have enough sense to look into the room this time, see if there was already luggage packed and waiting. Hey, he learned.

"There's plenty of need for it," he said, he stopped looking over Meg's shoulder and around her and focused on the girl herself instead. "You're not a fighter, Meg. Unless you picked up some secret martial arts training in the year plus I was gone, then you're best weapon is your wits. That's not going to work here."

He nodded, then motioned for Meg to move, preferably in a manner that let him get inside her room relatively easy. "So I'm going to help you pack. Trust me: I've got practice."

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She began shaking her slowly at him again when he appeared to be quite insistent on this matter. Meg normally was not a stubborn girl. Well, that was a lie. She was. But to a certain extent. If it was worth being stubborn over and worth arguing, then she would stand her ground. If not, then there was no point at all. Here, Meg could go either way. Either be stubborn with Levi about it, or allow him to pretty much kick her out.

So maybe wit wouldn't work. Maybe it would. She could confuse the fighters. Who was she kidding? She couldn't fight. But she wasn't leaving either. "I can be a fighter if I want to be," she settled upon saying, then crossing her arms over her chest.

She moved aside so Levain could step into the room, but Meg wasn't going to budge about packing. She had her mind set on this. On Bo. "You can't make me go anywhere, Levi. There's nothing for you to help with because I am staying right here until the war is over." Or until Bo changes her mind about fighting. But Meg definitely did not have to add that aloud.

[Lancelot du Lac]

"You could," admitted Levi, speaking slowly and giving Megara a long look. He'd already met more than his share of female fighters, and he knew firsthand that they did, in fact, exist, and that they were, in fact, usually more than capable of handling things all on their own. "If you had several months to prepare and get ready. But you don't. So you're going."

As far as Levi was concerned, that was that. He entered Megara's room as if it were her own, looking around for the obvious. He'd need something to pack with, and then he'd have to throw the essentials in. Levi figured he knew Megara as well as he knew Gwen, give or take (okay, so probably less, but he was getting a little desperate by this point). So he headed toward what he was pretty sure was Megara's closet and pulled out what he was seriously hoping was her luggage. This he opened and stared at as though it were some kind of alien creature.

"You need to leave," he repeated, not turning away from the luggage. "This isn't something you should argue about, Meg. What are you planning on doing here? I really can't see you picking up a sword or something..."

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Okay, so, maybe Meg did not, in fact, have several months to prepare for war. She didn't even have a few weeks. Nobody really knew when war would break out, but all of Trenale knew it would be soon. Megara could totally fight. And be good at it. A few lessons and she would be good to go. Still, without wanting to lose her dignity, Meg scoffed. "I can learn with just one lesson, if you'd show me a few tricks!" She was well-versed with words. Maybe she could talk her way out of battle or something.

She watched as Levain took up her luggage, and then stared to see what else he would do next. Pack for her? That would not be ideal, really. Megara refuised to tolerate such behavior from a respectable knight. "Levi, stop that! You can't...force me into going anywhere! Certainly not the island! The only way you can get me to go is if Bo decides to-" She stopped talking and remained silent. But she knew she'd said too much already. That mouth of hers. Always getting her into trouble. It was getting to be quite ridiculous, really. "Just..." She sighed, frustratedly. "I'm not going. I'm staying."

"I need to stay," Meg said in a much calmer voice now. A softer, gentler one, as if speaking to a little child who seemed to be the most innocent creature on earth. "I'll pick up a sword if I have to. I'll learn. I'll...do anything."