bit more of robin hood
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maderrstill very rough, mind you, and I'm bothering to have it beta'ed 'til I'm a bit more confident I won't just select-all delete the whole damn thing.
Will dismounted and drew his swords. "If it is a fight you want, Merry Men of Sherwood, then come out and face me like men."
Laughter echoed through the trees, but there was a great deal of arrogance in it.
A moment later a man nearly as large as the trees themselves appeared.
He might have known that Little John had been dragged into this farce. John and Robert had always been partners in mischief, with he and Tuck left the unrewarding task of getting the lot of them back out of the scrapes in which they had been mired.
John approached, a quarterstaff held lightly in one hand. "You stand no chance against me, little soldier of the King."
Will barred his teeth. "I have thrown you in the creek at least a dozen times, Little John, and bested you in thrice as many sparring matches. Now tell my good for nothing brother to show himself so that I might give him the thrashing he clearly needs."
He got a dumbfounded, disbelieving look for a moment – then John threw his head back and laughed, dropping his quarterstaff to wrap both his arms around his middle section as the laughter consumed the whole of his body.
"Well I will be damned!" He finally exclaimed. "Will Scarlet, returned to us at last!"
"Where is my brother?" Will demanded.
John clapped him on the shoulder, nearly causing Will to fall over. "Come, come, we will take you to him. He will be happy to see you, Scarlet!"
"Not after I beat his head in," Will muttered, but sheathed his swords and allowed himself to be led deeper into the forest.
His temper sparked and began slowly to burn as they made their way slowly through a maze of trees. Once, he had raced through this forest with impunity, his only though to catch up to Robert and John, to prevent their doing something or knock them senseless because the deed had already been done.
When he saw the encampment – clearly in preparation for a long campaign – he nearly lost his temper right then and there. He did not know what Robert thought he was doing, but Will intended to knock some enough sense into his thick head there was no more left for such nonsense as this.
People stilled in surprise as they saw John and the others returned unexpectedly, voices stirring in an anxious murmur as they saw their fellows had arrived in the company of a stranger – and one dressed like a royal soldier, at that.
Before anyone could speak or act, a familiar clear, bright – at present displeased – voice cut through the camp. "Little John! Who the hell—"
The figure stalking toward them drew up short, mouth gaping open in shock – then he burst into a delighted grin. "Will! No one told me—you bloody bastard—"
Despite his anger, Will could not help but return Robert's enthusiastic embrace.
"You sly bastard!" Robert said as they broke apart. "Why did you not send word you were returning? I would have arranged a worthy welcome."
The question recalled Will to the true reason for his visit to the depths of Sherwood Forest. "You buffoon!" He snapped, and cuffed Robert upside the head. Then he grabbed the front of his tunic, and shook him until he was fairly certain he could hear Robert's teeth rattling about in his foolish, empty head. "What do you think you are dong? An outlaw? Did Little John knock you upside the head one time too many, that you think this is a wise recourse?"
He did not wait for an answer, but immediately rounded on John. "What would your mother say? I would have thought that in fourteen years," He jabbed John's chest hard with his fingers, "at least one of you would have managed to acquire a measure of sense! A bit of maturity!"
Movement caught the corner of his eyes, and he latched onto his next victim. "Tuck! You let them carry one with this nonsense? You have intelligence, I bid you keep them from this sort of atrocious behavior! Nor could you give me the slightest warning. I should thrash you after I am done with them."
"I see the Scarlet Temper has not cooled in fourteen years," Robert muttered.
Will swung around, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Robert held his hands up in appeasement. "Peace. Sorry, Will. Look, you've no idea what has gone wrong in your absence. The new Sheriff what took over two years ago is a right bastard. He and that Mayor…" He glared at something only he could see. "For starters, John's mother cannot harangue him for being an outlaw because the Sheriff arrested her six days ago for falling behind on her taxes." He spat the words out. "He does all the work for that fat toad Mayor, and takes entirely too much pleasure in doing it, if you ask me. They're bleeding Nottingham dry as a bone, the two of them, between the taxes and the increased restrictions on where we can hunt – and every other little thing what occurs to them. They tried to run me off, but look at all that has earned them."
He shook his head, motioning impatiently. "Never mind all that for now, Will. The important thing is, you've come back to us. The four of us together again, not even the King himself could stop us."
Will smiled briefly, feeling a pan of nostalgia. He did miss the days the four of them had run about Nottingham as though it were their own private kingdom. Everyone had known them on sight – Scarlet, Rob, Little John, and Tuck. Those had been the days, all right.
"Nay," he said, forcing the word out. "This is foolishness, and it will only end in tragedy. I'll not be party to your deaths."
Robert looked hurt and angry. "Oh, right," he snapped, stepping back and folding his arms across his chest. "Gone fourteen years, leaving me alone, turning away from your friends – then you appear as though from nowhere and decide you still have the right to tell me what to do."
Will glared at him. "Look at what I wear! You are lucky I do love you, little brother, else my uniform would oblige me to hand you over to this Sheriff myself. I cannot be an outlaw—" Because he was already dangerously close to being one anyway, and did not wish to rush that unhappy circumstance. "Because I have another duty which takes precedence to helping you with this tomfoolery."
"Duty," Robert said the word as though it were poison. "Duty to the very crown which is permitting the destruction of your home?" He reached out and shoved Will hard. "Bugger off with you, then, and take your duty with you."
Losing all desire to control his temper, and in no mood for such petulance, Will swung hard and knocked his brother right in the jaw. "Now listen to me," he snapped, hoping that the stark silence which had fallen around the camp meant at least a few people were listening and learning. "I gave you a chance to explain, and you damned well will do the same for me before you go off to sulk. I am here in secret, to hide and protect a woman who was herself wronged by that very same crown. Turning outlaw now would endanger her, and I cannot risk that."
Robert slowly stood up, and brushed off his clothes – then moved with all the speed for which he had been known as a child, returning the punch Will had given him full measure.
Will grunted, and reeled back a few paces, but did not fall down.
"A woman?" Robert said after a moment. "Never say you are smitten, brother."
Will bit back a sudden wild impulse to say that no, he would not be smitten unless something tall and dark and handsome, with decidedly male attributes, stepped into his path and made his interest quite plain. "No," he said coolly. "Milady has my devotion, but no claim upon my heart. She is a friend – nay, more a sister."
"No claim upon my heart," John mimicked, batting his eye lashes. "Pretty Will Scarlet has fancy words to go with that fancy face, now."
Will rolled his eyes. "Me, pretty? I seem to recall 'twas yon Robin Hood who dressed as a fair shepherdess to fool that drunkard shepherd who let his sheep run about all over. What did you call yourself?'
"Clarlinda!" Tuck said, chortling so hard his face turned bright red. "You were a pretty lass, Rob, I do declare."
Robert grinned. "Yes, I know. I could see plain enough how I affected you. Though you were going to lift my skirts and have a go."
"Bugger off," Tuck said cheerfully. "John, go fetch the ale!"
"Nay," Will said regretfully. "I cannot stay, though I would enjoy it. I promised milady that I would return as soon as possible, and I have already been gone too long.'
Robert made a face. "Barely do I see you, and off again you run, back to some maiden. You cannot even raise one glass to our family reunion?"
"I will raise a glass to us when I know you will not be swinging as an outlaw," Will said tersely.
Robert smirked. "What if I were to swing as something else?"
Will cuffed him. "Clearly no one has maintained discipline in my absence. That will be addressed with all due haste on the morrow. Enjoy your ale this night, brother, for with the rising of the sun you will have something far greater to fear than a Sheriff."
John and Robert groaned, but any protest Robert might have offered was cut off at a look from Will.
Brother properly quelled, Will softened. "It is good to see you again, Rob. I have missed you."
"And I you," Robert said gruffly. "Get on, then. Back to your 'milady'. I will see you tomorrow."
They embraced again, then Will turned to John. "Take me back."
John nodded, and without a word turned and led him back through the forest, to the clearing where Will's horse stood patiently waiting.
"It really was our only recourse," John rumbled in his deep voice. "That Sheriff—wait until you meet him. He's a blight upon the land. We have no other way to fight back; if he knew who we were, he would know our families, and use them against us."
Will sighed, but bit back all the arguments which came to mind. "We will discuss this tomorrow. Good night, Little John."
John grunted, but smiled and rested a hand briefly on Will's shoulder. "Good night, Will Scarlet."
With a last nod, Will rode out, keeping his horse to a slower pace so that he could keep his mind more on his thoughts and less upon the road. He had not expected Robert to turn into an exemplary model of citizenship in his absence, but this—it was too much. Just the thought of what could happen…all the execution he had seen, after he had arrested more than a few of the outlaws himself…
No, he would have to stop this now, before something was done that could not be undone. If this Sheriff was as terrible as they said, and it was unfortunately far too possible he was, then going the path of outlaws would ultimately cause more harm than good.
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, wishing he had given his brother a parting cuff upside the head to give him an aching head of his own to ponder the rest of the night.
The sound of another horse drew his attention, and he looked up, expecting to see another on the road. He was past the village, and halfway back to the castle…and there was no horse. Casting further about, he just spied the horse off into the woods.
Was someone hurt? Lost? Simply loitering about? He hoped the man was not poaching…
Turning his horse off the path, Will led it toward the horse which proved to be tethered to a tree.
Dismounting and securing his own mount, he wandered a bit further on until he came to a creek in which he and his brothers had played many a time. It was relatively secluded here; they usually played a bit closer to the castle, where it opened into a field that as often as not was thickly carpeted with wild flowers.
A man sat on the bank, legs drawn up so that his forearms rested upon his knees. His clothing was entirely black, and Will could see discarded leathers nearby. Whoever he was, he did not go about in armor, which meant he was no knight. A commoner, then?
He stepped upon some fallen leaves, creating just enough noise to draw the stranger's attention. The man whipped around, and Will found himself struck.
Handsome was not the word he would use to describe the man, though something about him certainly captured the eye. He had sharply cut features, with a nose just slightly too big for his face, but it drew the gaze to eyes that were the color of the late evening sky above them – a deep, dark blue not quite faded yet to black. The finest scar ran the length of his chin, visible only because the rest of it was covered in a day's growth of beard, His hair came to his chin, the ends crudely cut, as though he had done it himself, not able to afford a more skilled hand.
Though plain and worn, his clothes seemed of good quality, and they were old enough they fit him well, shaped to every sharp cut of muscle. A sturdy sword belt was slung low on his hips, and the hilt of his sword seemed to indicate the blade had not come cheap.
No, handsome was not the word he would use. He did not know what word he would use, but whatever it was, Will could not look away.
"My pardon," he managed to say. "I heard your horse, and wondered if perhaps someone was in trouble. I did not meant to disturb your solitude."
The man looked startled – and Will realized abruptly that he also looked tired, and even a trifle sad. "Nay," the man said, and his voice was deep, with a hint of a rumble to it, and Will did not doubt for a moment that voice would be part of his dreams that night. "I should be on my way. You are both new and familiar…"
"Aye," Will replied. "I lived here many years ago, and have returned only this day."
"By your face, I would guess you to be the brother of Robert Loxley. Will Scarlock, is it not? Though, I believe the villagers call you Will Scarlet."
Will nodded. "Aye, though I am embarrassed that you know me, and I do not know you."
The man smiled, though it was hesitant, as though he were not used to smiling. "Forgive me." He seemed to hesitate a moment. "I am Abraham Woodward, and I am only come to Nottingham in the past few years. Your name is a popular one in discussion amongst the villagers."
"I hope it is only my name they speak, and not tales they should not be telling," Will replied.
Abraham smiled again, and this time Will was certain there was sadness in it. "Your name is all I hear, I do vow it. No unseemly tales have reached my ears, so ease your fears. If you are returned only this day, Will Scarlock, then you must be tired and looking for your bed. I hope the evening finds you well."
Bowing his head and shoulders in a courteous half bow, Abraham strode past him and up the bank, vanishing over the short rise. A moment later Will heard him ride away.
He made a note to ask Rob about Abraham – after he had knocked his brother around for an hour or three, and lodged a bit of sense in that thick head.
Mounting his horse, he rode quickly back to the castle.
Will dismounted and drew his swords. "If it is a fight you want, Merry Men of Sherwood, then come out and face me like men."
Laughter echoed through the trees, but there was a great deal of arrogance in it.
A moment later a man nearly as large as the trees themselves appeared.
He might have known that Little John had been dragged into this farce. John and Robert had always been partners in mischief, with he and Tuck left the unrewarding task of getting the lot of them back out of the scrapes in which they had been mired.
John approached, a quarterstaff held lightly in one hand. "You stand no chance against me, little soldier of the King."
Will barred his teeth. "I have thrown you in the creek at least a dozen times, Little John, and bested you in thrice as many sparring matches. Now tell my good for nothing brother to show himself so that I might give him the thrashing he clearly needs."
He got a dumbfounded, disbelieving look for a moment – then John threw his head back and laughed, dropping his quarterstaff to wrap both his arms around his middle section as the laughter consumed the whole of his body.
"Well I will be damned!" He finally exclaimed. "Will Scarlet, returned to us at last!"
"Where is my brother?" Will demanded.
John clapped him on the shoulder, nearly causing Will to fall over. "Come, come, we will take you to him. He will be happy to see you, Scarlet!"
"Not after I beat his head in," Will muttered, but sheathed his swords and allowed himself to be led deeper into the forest.
His temper sparked and began slowly to burn as they made their way slowly through a maze of trees. Once, he had raced through this forest with impunity, his only though to catch up to Robert and John, to prevent their doing something or knock them senseless because the deed had already been done.
When he saw the encampment – clearly in preparation for a long campaign – he nearly lost his temper right then and there. He did not know what Robert thought he was doing, but Will intended to knock some enough sense into his thick head there was no more left for such nonsense as this.
People stilled in surprise as they saw John and the others returned unexpectedly, voices stirring in an anxious murmur as they saw their fellows had arrived in the company of a stranger – and one dressed like a royal soldier, at that.
Before anyone could speak or act, a familiar clear, bright – at present displeased – voice cut through the camp. "Little John! Who the hell—"
The figure stalking toward them drew up short, mouth gaping open in shock – then he burst into a delighted grin. "Will! No one told me—you bloody bastard—"
Despite his anger, Will could not help but return Robert's enthusiastic embrace.
"You sly bastard!" Robert said as they broke apart. "Why did you not send word you were returning? I would have arranged a worthy welcome."
The question recalled Will to the true reason for his visit to the depths of Sherwood Forest. "You buffoon!" He snapped, and cuffed Robert upside the head. Then he grabbed the front of his tunic, and shook him until he was fairly certain he could hear Robert's teeth rattling about in his foolish, empty head. "What do you think you are dong? An outlaw? Did Little John knock you upside the head one time too many, that you think this is a wise recourse?"
He did not wait for an answer, but immediately rounded on John. "What would your mother say? I would have thought that in fourteen years," He jabbed John's chest hard with his fingers, "at least one of you would have managed to acquire a measure of sense! A bit of maturity!"
Movement caught the corner of his eyes, and he latched onto his next victim. "Tuck! You let them carry one with this nonsense? You have intelligence, I bid you keep them from this sort of atrocious behavior! Nor could you give me the slightest warning. I should thrash you after I am done with them."
"I see the Scarlet Temper has not cooled in fourteen years," Robert muttered.
Will swung around, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Robert held his hands up in appeasement. "Peace. Sorry, Will. Look, you've no idea what has gone wrong in your absence. The new Sheriff what took over two years ago is a right bastard. He and that Mayor…" He glared at something only he could see. "For starters, John's mother cannot harangue him for being an outlaw because the Sheriff arrested her six days ago for falling behind on her taxes." He spat the words out. "He does all the work for that fat toad Mayor, and takes entirely too much pleasure in doing it, if you ask me. They're bleeding Nottingham dry as a bone, the two of them, between the taxes and the increased restrictions on where we can hunt – and every other little thing what occurs to them. They tried to run me off, but look at all that has earned them."
He shook his head, motioning impatiently. "Never mind all that for now, Will. The important thing is, you've come back to us. The four of us together again, not even the King himself could stop us."
Will smiled briefly, feeling a pan of nostalgia. He did miss the days the four of them had run about Nottingham as though it were their own private kingdom. Everyone had known them on sight – Scarlet, Rob, Little John, and Tuck. Those had been the days, all right.
"Nay," he said, forcing the word out. "This is foolishness, and it will only end in tragedy. I'll not be party to your deaths."
Robert looked hurt and angry. "Oh, right," he snapped, stepping back and folding his arms across his chest. "Gone fourteen years, leaving me alone, turning away from your friends – then you appear as though from nowhere and decide you still have the right to tell me what to do."
Will glared at him. "Look at what I wear! You are lucky I do love you, little brother, else my uniform would oblige me to hand you over to this Sheriff myself. I cannot be an outlaw—" Because he was already dangerously close to being one anyway, and did not wish to rush that unhappy circumstance. "Because I have another duty which takes precedence to helping you with this tomfoolery."
"Duty," Robert said the word as though it were poison. "Duty to the very crown which is permitting the destruction of your home?" He reached out and shoved Will hard. "Bugger off with you, then, and take your duty with you."
Losing all desire to control his temper, and in no mood for such petulance, Will swung hard and knocked his brother right in the jaw. "Now listen to me," he snapped, hoping that the stark silence which had fallen around the camp meant at least a few people were listening and learning. "I gave you a chance to explain, and you damned well will do the same for me before you go off to sulk. I am here in secret, to hide and protect a woman who was herself wronged by that very same crown. Turning outlaw now would endanger her, and I cannot risk that."
Robert slowly stood up, and brushed off his clothes – then moved with all the speed for which he had been known as a child, returning the punch Will had given him full measure.
Will grunted, and reeled back a few paces, but did not fall down.
"A woman?" Robert said after a moment. "Never say you are smitten, brother."
Will bit back a sudden wild impulse to say that no, he would not be smitten unless something tall and dark and handsome, with decidedly male attributes, stepped into his path and made his interest quite plain. "No," he said coolly. "Milady has my devotion, but no claim upon my heart. She is a friend – nay, more a sister."
"No claim upon my heart," John mimicked, batting his eye lashes. "Pretty Will Scarlet has fancy words to go with that fancy face, now."
Will rolled his eyes. "Me, pretty? I seem to recall 'twas yon Robin Hood who dressed as a fair shepherdess to fool that drunkard shepherd who let his sheep run about all over. What did you call yourself?'
"Clarlinda!" Tuck said, chortling so hard his face turned bright red. "You were a pretty lass, Rob, I do declare."
Robert grinned. "Yes, I know. I could see plain enough how I affected you. Though you were going to lift my skirts and have a go."
"Bugger off," Tuck said cheerfully. "John, go fetch the ale!"
"Nay," Will said regretfully. "I cannot stay, though I would enjoy it. I promised milady that I would return as soon as possible, and I have already been gone too long.'
Robert made a face. "Barely do I see you, and off again you run, back to some maiden. You cannot even raise one glass to our family reunion?"
"I will raise a glass to us when I know you will not be swinging as an outlaw," Will said tersely.
Robert smirked. "What if I were to swing as something else?"
Will cuffed him. "Clearly no one has maintained discipline in my absence. That will be addressed with all due haste on the morrow. Enjoy your ale this night, brother, for with the rising of the sun you will have something far greater to fear than a Sheriff."
John and Robert groaned, but any protest Robert might have offered was cut off at a look from Will.
Brother properly quelled, Will softened. "It is good to see you again, Rob. I have missed you."
"And I you," Robert said gruffly. "Get on, then. Back to your 'milady'. I will see you tomorrow."
They embraced again, then Will turned to John. "Take me back."
John nodded, and without a word turned and led him back through the forest, to the clearing where Will's horse stood patiently waiting.
"It really was our only recourse," John rumbled in his deep voice. "That Sheriff—wait until you meet him. He's a blight upon the land. We have no other way to fight back; if he knew who we were, he would know our families, and use them against us."
Will sighed, but bit back all the arguments which came to mind. "We will discuss this tomorrow. Good night, Little John."
John grunted, but smiled and rested a hand briefly on Will's shoulder. "Good night, Will Scarlet."
With a last nod, Will rode out, keeping his horse to a slower pace so that he could keep his mind more on his thoughts and less upon the road. He had not expected Robert to turn into an exemplary model of citizenship in his absence, but this—it was too much. Just the thought of what could happen…all the execution he had seen, after he had arrested more than a few of the outlaws himself…
No, he would have to stop this now, before something was done that could not be undone. If this Sheriff was as terrible as they said, and it was unfortunately far too possible he was, then going the path of outlaws would ultimately cause more harm than good.
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, wishing he had given his brother a parting cuff upside the head to give him an aching head of his own to ponder the rest of the night.
The sound of another horse drew his attention, and he looked up, expecting to see another on the road. He was past the village, and halfway back to the castle…and there was no horse. Casting further about, he just spied the horse off into the woods.
Was someone hurt? Lost? Simply loitering about? He hoped the man was not poaching…
Turning his horse off the path, Will led it toward the horse which proved to be tethered to a tree.
Dismounting and securing his own mount, he wandered a bit further on until he came to a creek in which he and his brothers had played many a time. It was relatively secluded here; they usually played a bit closer to the castle, where it opened into a field that as often as not was thickly carpeted with wild flowers.
A man sat on the bank, legs drawn up so that his forearms rested upon his knees. His clothing was entirely black, and Will could see discarded leathers nearby. Whoever he was, he did not go about in armor, which meant he was no knight. A commoner, then?
He stepped upon some fallen leaves, creating just enough noise to draw the stranger's attention. The man whipped around, and Will found himself struck.
Handsome was not the word he would use to describe the man, though something about him certainly captured the eye. He had sharply cut features, with a nose just slightly too big for his face, but it drew the gaze to eyes that were the color of the late evening sky above them – a deep, dark blue not quite faded yet to black. The finest scar ran the length of his chin, visible only because the rest of it was covered in a day's growth of beard, His hair came to his chin, the ends crudely cut, as though he had done it himself, not able to afford a more skilled hand.
Though plain and worn, his clothes seemed of good quality, and they were old enough they fit him well, shaped to every sharp cut of muscle. A sturdy sword belt was slung low on his hips, and the hilt of his sword seemed to indicate the blade had not come cheap.
No, handsome was not the word he would use. He did not know what word he would use, but whatever it was, Will could not look away.
"My pardon," he managed to say. "I heard your horse, and wondered if perhaps someone was in trouble. I did not meant to disturb your solitude."
The man looked startled – and Will realized abruptly that he also looked tired, and even a trifle sad. "Nay," the man said, and his voice was deep, with a hint of a rumble to it, and Will did not doubt for a moment that voice would be part of his dreams that night. "I should be on my way. You are both new and familiar…"
"Aye," Will replied. "I lived here many years ago, and have returned only this day."
"By your face, I would guess you to be the brother of Robert Loxley. Will Scarlock, is it not? Though, I believe the villagers call you Will Scarlet."
Will nodded. "Aye, though I am embarrassed that you know me, and I do not know you."
The man smiled, though it was hesitant, as though he were not used to smiling. "Forgive me." He seemed to hesitate a moment. "I am Abraham Woodward, and I am only come to Nottingham in the past few years. Your name is a popular one in discussion amongst the villagers."
"I hope it is only my name they speak, and not tales they should not be telling," Will replied.
Abraham smiled again, and this time Will was certain there was sadness in it. "Your name is all I hear, I do vow it. No unseemly tales have reached my ears, so ease your fears. If you are returned only this day, Will Scarlock, then you must be tired and looking for your bed. I hope the evening finds you well."
Bowing his head and shoulders in a courteous half bow, Abraham strode past him and up the bank, vanishing over the short rise. A moment later Will heard him ride away.
He made a note to ask Rob about Abraham – after he had knocked his brother around for an hour or three, and lodged a bit of sense in that thick head.
Mounting his horse, he rode quickly back to the castle.
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Date: 2008-07-29 01:45 am (UTC)Woodward! As in, Steward of the Wood! I think I love you a little more with each passing day.
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Date: 2008-07-29 01:50 am (UTC)I'm guessing Abraham wouldn't now about Scarlet if the peeps loathe him an treat him as the villain. I really want to know his story but I'm guessing we won't get that for a while yet. I'm wondering what Abraham's relationship with Marion and Scarlet will be like...
Also can't wait for Robert to meet Marion (hopefully we'll get some pwnage? And Scarlet with a knowing grin XD)
I wonder about the Mayor now. Who's the actual villain in this piece?
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Date: 2008-07-29 01:55 am (UTC)Heh. I guess that means he gets tentative approval?
Oh, no one likes the Sheriff. He's just...observant? He sees and hears way more than anyone thinks. You'll see.
There will be pwnage, I believe, yes.
You shall have to wait and see ^__^
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Date: 2008-07-29 01:56 am (UTC)Not nearly as much as a sucker as I, I assure you. Though right now my heart is with w00bie vampires and flaming firebirds.
Psh. I was sick of trolling for a name, and it seemed divine intervention. Or at least amusing enough to choose.
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Date: 2008-07-29 01:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-29 01:58 am (UTC)With all the escapades of Robin Hood, I'd always felt the Sheriff had to be a complete idiot if he had no clue of the outlaw's identity. Your version works so much better ^_^
\o/
What is with this wait and see business?
*pouts in the corner*
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Date: 2008-07-29 02:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-29 02:04 am (UTC)Aw, I bet it was a flash of hidden genius that you didn't even realize. <3
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Date: 2008-07-29 02:19 am (UTC)definitely looking forward to will's realization, their future interactions, and rob and marion's meeting.
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Date: 2008-07-29 03:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-29 06:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-29 08:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-29 11:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-30 12:20 am (UTC)and like previous commenter, i really, really can't wait to see what you do with the first marion-robin scene.
thankee!