Cecil Harvey (BS)

Junior

Script

-A short time later...-

Junior: Man, talk about a thrashing. *has a towel around his shoulders* I didn't know I was signing up for this when I got involved with this Red Wings thing.

BSC: What did you think it was? A 12-hour sleep-all-you-want position?

Junior: I didn't sleep on duty last shift. *quietly* Well.. for most of it.

BSC: Aren't you supposed to be part of my personal guard? The protector of the king? *spinning swordy moves, beating the crud out of a dummy*

Junior: Yeah well, I wouldn't be so tired if you didn't thrash me so bad on the practice floor.

BSC: I thrash you here so that you can survive when the time comes. That is what any good trainer would do, right?

Junior: I know. I know... *murmurs* I shouldn't complain... some of the other Red Wings would die to get my position.