I&#39;ve got it under control!

*makes happy, splodey sounds*

So is Rodney the armorsmith? And/or John's groupie? :>

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Definitely the former. His shoulders...

XD

ETA: WHICH IS TO SAY BOTH, NATCH

Edited Date: 2008-06-21 03:08 pm (UTC)

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Win! \o/

*purrs approvingly*

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NGH HI ICON, HI

*melts*

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Can I get a "hell, yeah" for hot military Rodney?

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Okay, thanks to you two, I'm having this image of Rodney shirtless, but wearing a leather apron, banging away on a pair of pauldrons or gauntlets while John watches.

With Queen playing in the background.

I lived with two different armourers, can you tell?

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His shoulders would look very nice, I think. What with the sweat and the firelight from the forge as he makes sure the gauntlet rivets articulate correctly, or while he hand-links chain mail.

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What with the sweat and the firelight from the forge as he makes sure the gauntlet rivets articulate correctly, or while he hand-links chain mail.

Normally he has ~~minions~~ apprentices to make the chain mail, but, and he would never tell Sir John this, he makes all of Sir John's chain mail himself.

And then he yells at Sir John every time he comes in and needs a few links here and there. "Do you have any idea how hard I...er...my apprentice Ronon, worked on that?! And you go and get it torn?" All while he surreptitiously looks Sir John over to make sure he wasn't injured.

Sir John has the grace to look sheepish. "But I won, Rodney! The ransom money will buy me a new horse and, of course, new armour."

Rodney looks surprised. "You're going to replace Puddlejumper? Which, by the way, is a stupid name for a horse."

"It is not a stupid name!" Sir John glowers at him and Rodney glares back. "And no, I need a horse for Teyla."

(Teyla is, of course, John's devoted page who no one ever sees with his shirt off. They assume "Teyla" is a weird Spanish name and she thinks they're all remarkably blind.

God, someone stop me, please.)

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And of course, whenever Sir John expresses doubt about various odd qualities of the armor--how there are fewer pieces, it seems lighter, some parts are shaped differently, Rodney prefaces his lecture on tensile strength, aerodynamics, and deflection with, "Since you've clearly suffered massive head injuries from the days before I was around to keep your skull in one piece, you probably won't understand this, but I'll explain anyway..."

:>

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And Sir John just leans against the doorway, in a way that makes Rodney worry about his spine, and listens to Rodney go on because Rodney's just that hot when he talks about stress points and the tensile strength of various metals and Rodney gets so caught up in what he's saying and the fact that he has Sir John's undivided attention that he suddenly realizes he's just promised to do a complete set of horse armor for Puddlejumper.

Which is still a stupid name for a horse.

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beeej.livejournal.com

I love you guys!

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This also means, of course, that Rodney has to go back to Sir John's estates with him because tourneying is almost done for the year, and Sir John is making distressing noises about heading to France for the summer campaigns and clearly Rodney has not been putting enough effort to keep John's head from being split open because such thought processes are clearly the product of brain damage.

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"The next thing you know, you'll be taking up the cross...oh please, please, please tell me you're not doing that because...because...." And here Rodney trails off because he really doesn't have anything to put up against the lure of complete dispensation of all your sins...oh wait!

"You don't sin! Well, of course I think you swear now and then and some priests say that tournaments are sinful but no one's ever seen you, oh eating or drinking too much, or fornicating or anything so why would you need to go off to the Holy Land?"

"Rodney, I never said I was going to take up the cross." But John gives Rodney this look that makes Rodney think that maybe he, Rodney, should take up the cross because he's having seriously sinful thoughts right about now.

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"Good, because you're going to have to find yourself another smith if you do," Rodney snaps, hoping John will take his sudden flush for annoyance, or residual heat from the forge. "There's no way I could tolerate the heat, let alone thousands of morons who think marching halfway across the known world to fight a battle they're likely going to lose. You'd be on your own."

He stomps back across the courtyard, dimly but happily aware that John is jogging to catch up with him.

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"I wouldn't want any other smith but you," John says. Rodney feels a little puff of pride--and oh, he is garnering quite the collection of sins today.

"Well of course not. Not only could you never find anyone as good, but finding someone who could work with you? Ha!"

"Well there is that Bohemian...." John says, smiling as if he knows what's coming.

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"Did I just hear the name Radek Zelenka almost escape your lips?" Rodney does not think about John's lips. He does not. "A toothpick could go right through one of his breastplates like going through a piece of parchment. He couldn't tell a cuisse and a greave, and you would have to hire a separate weaponsmith--which, again, good luck finding anyone as good as I am. Rodney tells himself it isn't pride if you're stating the truth, and it's true. He really is good at everything. The best at everything. He draws himself up and glares at John to emphasize this.

"So if you want to die the early death my work has so far helped you avoid," he adds, "be my guest."

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John smiles a little, which makes it even harder for Rodney to ignore his lips. He wakes up at night from dreams about John's lips, but that's really not something he should be thinking about right now.

"For all that you think me reckless," John says, "I'm not interested in dying just yet; there are far to many things I haven't experienced."

(argh! total sugar crash here, I think I'm about to pass out. *sad face*)

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telesilla's is better than the response I put together for that.

*grins*

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I blame the donuts.

And you.

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I'm entirely willing to accept all blame, although you guys are doing entirely too well at this and scaring me off writing it forever. XD

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thingswithwings.livejournal.com

I approve this message! nggh.

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I am intrigued by your ideas and would like to subscribe to your newsletter.

*glees*

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*cackles*

OMG you are SO UNHELPFUL.

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But I thought I was being helpful! *halos*

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Just. Just. Armourer Rodney with his physics and his strategies for winning and his complete annoyance at the fact that John keeps doing it EVEN THOUGH he completely ignores Rodney's advice, and and John's secret fascination with Rodney's shoulder and the way he totally lets himself get beaten on a bit just so he can offer hugely dented armour with a small sheepish smile and watch Rodney bitch, out of breath, as he beats it back into shape.

*headdesks*

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Brainshare! *points up*

*facepalms* I'm supposed to be working on my Big Bang.

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thingswithwings.livejournal.com

dude, this is an awesome idea, and just fyi, I will give you $3566 internet dollars if you write this as an actual AU. *loves on the images*

Can Teyla be Chaucer?

Edited Date: 2008-06-21 03:30 pm (UTC)

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Hahahahahahaha that would be AWESOME. You have no idea how tempted I am to do this.

*cacklin'*

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I too will give you many internet dollars and um...donuts! I have donuts, want one?

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winkingstar.livejournal.com

*rummages around for more stuff to add to the bribery pile*

*adds a button, a sheet of stickers, a strange key that doesn't actually open anything, a chocolate bar, a bit of lint, and a winsome smile* :D?

Or I could offer to be your groupie for life if you wrote it.

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dooooo eeeeeet! *\o/*

If necessary, I am happy to rip and upload A Knight's Tale for the purposes of inspiration. :D

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HEE! I just watched it this afternoon, inspired by the jousting I went to see yesterday. My one-sided love affair with Paul Bettany has lasted a ridiculous 9 years, so I already have it on DVD.

I will consider it, once I've finished my High Fidelity AU. :D

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You know I once had this idea for a story during a lecture about medieval literature.
It was about Minnesang, which is sung love poems and there's a category with song about daylight, the knight has to leave the bedchamber of his beloved before the husband returns. And one of those was a parody in which the knight clearly was more interested in talking to his watchman and companion than getting it on with the ladies.
My treacherous brain immediatelly supplied John for the knight and Rodney for the companion, sitting below the window and bitching about his job.
It never got further than that, because me=/=writer. But it got me over a boring lesson. *g*

What I actually wanted to say with my ramble. This is a great idea and your brain is not alone.
And I will stop myself from looking for pictures of knights and other medieval persons.

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*cracks up*

God, you're so awesome.

I totally have to finish High Fidelity first, though, and attempt to do justice to the incredible cover. ;)

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beeej.livejournal.com

\o/

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winkingstar.livejournal.com

I, on the other hand, love your brain!

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maggiebloome.livejournal.com

Ha, I thought of A Knight's Tale within the first sentence and before reading your previous post.

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tropes.livejournal.com

*icon says it all*

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YOU! You, hi you. :D I am closing in on the place in high fidelity where I can put both pieces together, and then I will tape it all up and it'll be... um... over 10,000 words! More than that I cannot say. But it is YAYSOME!

Also, how is new place?

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tropes.livejournal.com

HI HI HI I AM EXHAUSTED.

Place is... messy. XD But inhabited!

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