Who: Will and Tessa What: Defending the house against Protocol 66 Clones Where: Their home When: May 5th Rating: Low Status: Complete
Tessa looked out the window anxiously, twitching the curtain as she saw the men in white running down the street. Gasping as some of them turned towards the house, she closed the curtain and turned to Will. “They’re coming up here,” she told him, rubbing her sweaty palms on her skirts. “What do we do?”
Will picked up his seraph blade before looking over at Tessa, “I fight if I have to and you hide somewhere out of sight. Whatever you do, don’t panic. I’m all over this, they won’t get further into this house than the hallway” he promised her, before gathering up his throwing knives too.
“Hide? You have got to be kidding me!” Tessa scoffed stubbornly, straightening up, putting her shoulders back and setting her jaw. Looking around their apartment, she wiped her hands together before her eyes settled on some weapons of her own. Heading over to the bookshelf, she pulled some of the heaviest tomes she could manage off the shelf and turned back towards the door to face their foes. “One must always be careful of books,” she grinned at him proudly.
Will rolled his eyes, he loved Tessa dearly but she was very stubborn. He didn’t want her getting hurt and the simple fact was that she wasn’t trained for combat. He let a small smile pass over his face at her words and actions though, “Shakespeare? Really? If you’re going to fling books at them at least let it be something truly awful. We must have Chaucer there somewhere” he told her.
Tessa let out a little laugh at that and shook her head, before frowning. “I think we do…” she trailed off as she turned to look over one of their bookcases. “Although I thought you tried to burn it last Halloween,” she said, scanning the spines for Will’s most hated author. “I can’t remember if you were successful or not.”
“Jem saved it” Will sighed heavily, even in this kind of situation he couldn’t help being dramatic, “I think he claimed even Chaucer didn’t deserve to be burned at the stake, it should have charred edges though” he added with a smile.
“Oh that’s right, I remember!” Tessa nodded and moved to the other big bookcase where she was pretty sure she’d seen it before. Putting the Shakespeare down, she picked up the Chaucer and tested its weight before looking up at Will. “Better?”
“Better. Remember poetry first then the crappier playwrights - I bet Kane would do some damage” he winked, “Under no circumstances are you to throw Dickens or Austen” he added with a mock stern finger waggle at her.
“Will, the only damage Sarah Kane would do is if they stood still long enough for me to read them 4:48 Psychosis and hope they fall into a similar depression,” Tessa told him, picking it off the shelve nonetheless along with some of the poets that Will had little regard for. “And as if I’d throw either of those,” she looked at him with an expression that said ‘as if’.
“It did damage to me, I couldn’t bring myself to watch anything for months after sitting through a performance of that” Will told her, but knew she had a point. Still with a good throw it might do something. “Well just in case you get carried away and forget yourself” he winked at her before his head whipped towards the door, his senses picking up movement.
“I’ll keep it in reserve,” Tessa smiled, holding up the paperback copy of said play in her hand. Seeing Will’s attention shift to the front door, Tessa steeled herself for what might come bursting through any second. “I think after this I should train with you and Jem,” she told him.
Glancing over his shoulder Will nodded, “I think that might be a good idea” he agreed before his focus went back to the door when there was a sudden pounding on it. Will held his hand out flat to signal Tessa to be quiet, he wasn’t sure what their orders were and if they’d break the door or what if they didn’t answer.
Tessa nodded and stood prepared behind him to start lobbing books if necessary. She new she’d be putting in a lot of hours training with the boys after this.