The Legends Still Live On

Bogen Siebundzwanzig-komma-ein: Extras Neun und Zehn

Kapitel Drei: Typisch für Spät-Nacht

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Late at night aboard the HMS Ark Royal, everyone was getting their needed rest after a long day.

Well, maybe not quite everybody, as there were always those people that lived the night life. St Gloriana's students were no exception to that, so it was not uncommon to find some of the British students indulging themselves in whatever forms of mischief they desired. Whether it be some prank or a large bar fight or some pagan ritual, there was never a moment where everyone was asleep aboard the Ark Royal.

Assam was not one of those people to live the night life. Instead, in the black of night, she was sprawled out over her bed, on her back and in her nightgown, and slept on, the sound of her softly breathing in and out being the only noise within her dorm.

Until she started to snort a bit in her sleep. At first, it was light, but it rapidly grew and threatened to become laughter, which was the point when Assam woke up and shot up into a sitting position.

"PFFFF…!" she tried to conceal her immense giggles by pressing a hand to her mouth, with varying success. "Oh my God, oh my God…" The Brit was still nearly about to burst out into undignified laughter, but was able to miraculously hold it at bay somehow. "J-Just now… Oh my God, I just came up with the best joke EVER! I have to tell someone!"

She began to get up out of bed, to try and tell someone what she just came up with, but after a moment of rational thought, she gave up on that route and remained on her bed. "Ah, but it's too late for any of those blokes to be awake still…" she noted, knowing her comrades' behaviors well enough to come to that conclusion. So she changed gears. "Gah, where the bloody hell is my notepad at?!" Assam then began to look around for her notepad with fervor.

In the darkness of her room, though, it proved to be impossible, and with her laughs threatening to take over her any second, Assam knew she had no time to continue looking. "Aw dammit, just let me get that bloody marker…!" she changed her tactics to look for a marker at least.

After scrounging through the drawers of her bedside nightstand, she soon found a marker. With it, she scribbled down what the source of her impending laughter was about on the back of her hand. It was rough how she wrote it down, only writing three words, but Assam hoped she could remember her new joke by tomorrow just by looking at those three words. In her opinion, it was the funniest joke she had come up with in a long time.

After writing down her joke on her hand, she tossed the marker aside without a care in the world and let her building giggles run free, laughing in the most unglorified way possible from her own mastery of humor. It was enough to laugh her all the way back into sleep.

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By the time the next day came around, Assam was ready to tell her masterpiece of humor to the rest of her mates, choosing to do so over tea time.

Over the course of the morning, she had forgotten her joke thanks to being half-dead like most teenagers in the morning, but that was the reason she decided to write it down the previous night. Even though it was on the back of her hand, at least it was somewhere she could easily refer to.

On the back of her hand, she had only written three words, thinking it would be enough to remind her of the joke. The three words written down were 'Chaos,' 'Death,' and 'Erasers.'

Douglas, Dennis, and Orange Pekoe all subtly rolled their eyes when Assam demonstrated she was ready to tell them another joke. It was no secret amongst them that Assam had the worst sense of humor to ever grace the planet.

Ergo, it was somewhat of a relief to them that Assam was struggling to remember what her joke was. "Gah, what was it…?" she tapped her hand against her forehead, trying to rack her brain for her joke. But it wasn't coming to her. "Bloody hell, why can't I remember?!"

Darjeeling took notice of Assam's hand and the writing on it. "Oh, Assam," she decided to comment on it, not knowing its purpose but intrigued nonetheless. "Are you getting into dark magic?"

"NO!" Assam nearly barked back, frustrated about not remembering her joke. She calmed down a bit, but still was agitated by her forgetting. "I just wanted to tell a joke, but I can't remember it anymore!"

"Ah," Darjeeling tipped her chin up in acknowledgment. She then went back to sipping on her tea. She had kind of lost interest after finding out the writing on Assam's hand wasn't for dark magic.

"I do think that would be interesting, at least," Arthur decided to speak up, setting down his tea in its dish in his hands. "Assam being a svartálfr." Everyone looked to him weirdly, not understanding the foreign word. "A dark elf," he elaborated with a hand gesture.

"UGH!" Assam let out a frustrated grunt, throwing her hands down. "The first good joke I made up in a long time and I just forget it!" She then shook her head and huffed, letting her body relax again. She wasn't at all happy with forgetting her joke, but it was something that did happen nevertheless, so it had to be accepted. "I need a bloody scotch. Maybe I can forget all the embarrassment from this forgetfulness, as well."

"I'll make a note of it," Douglas noted absently. He was the one that had all the scotch amongst the six of them, considering it was a Scottish beverage and he himself was Scottish.

"Well, at least she didn't try to tell that joke about black pigs, meringue, and the one-hundred tales again," Dennis dryly muttered in gratitude of not having to experience Assam's notoriously horrible sense of humor.

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Part of Projekt Jägermeistern.

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