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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 21, 2012 20:53:01 GMT -5
How in the gods' names did humans manage to be stealthy in a gangly body like this? They were too big to successfully hide behind bushes or in nooks and crannies, and yet they were still small enough to be seen by much bigger things. Things like monsters and dragons.
Maybe Timothy should've thought twice before making that deal with the man with the golden skin.
Thankfully, night had fallen, and the former mouse had time to rest and regroup before whatever was chasing him went after him again. The darkness made a good cover for his tracks, and the nearby bushes would provide even more. The brunette man ducked into the bushes, settling himself in for the night when...
"Hmm?" Timothy thought he saw a flicker of light coming from the other side of the bush. He carefully peeked out and couldn't believe what he saw. It... was a village! Or a camp, to be more precise. The light that shone came from a lone torch of a watchman.
Some aroma made his way towards his nose. Even though he wasn't physically a mouse, Timothy still had the instincts of one. Plus, he had hardly eaten all day. Another human downside: it took a lot to fill the stomachs up.
Timothy stealthily followed his nose, keeping clear of others that might have crossed his path, until he reached a high point in aromas. This must be where they keep the food! he thought, his mouth moistening at the thought of food. "Come to Papa."
One step forward, and everything happened in a blur. There was a snap, and before Timothy knew it he was hanging upside down by some rope. And it looked like some thugs in green were approaching... "You gotta be kidding me..." he muttered under his breath, waiting for his fate to seal.
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 21, 2012 21:47:59 GMT -5
There was something absolutely invigorating about night in the camp. The smoke filled Robins lungs as she sat quietly in her tent going over the maps she'd marked passages and routes on. She'd just been making some finishing touches on her latest scheme when a quiet lull started to fill the air. Somebody began shouting thief, and while it's taken seriously as an alarm, it's also a kind of inside joke among the Merry Men of Sherwood.Robin fastened her fake facial hair to her face(a mustache and goatee) and clambered out of the tent.
As soon as she began through the camp, her various companions and allies began informing her all at once. They eventually led her to one of the traps they'd set outside the food tent. She looked up to a man dangling from the tree branches, she couldn't help but grin and laugh, "Well men, it looks like we've found ourselves a rat"
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 21, 2012 22:14:29 GMT -5
As he was dangling from his trap, Timothy swung to the right position to see the apparent leader of his captors. It was a funny-looking guy, dressed in the colors of the foliage like the rest of the group. He had to commend on their disguises: perfect for forest stealth.
However, the leader's rat comment went a bit too far. "Hey! I'm not a rat!" he automatically snapped back. "I'm a mouse! I-I mean, I'm mouse-like in my movements!" he quickly covered up. "Now, I'm sorry I... stumbled upon your place here. It's nice, by the way."
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 21, 2012 22:26:26 GMT -5
To Robins surprise he was a well built brunette, dressed in fairly nice clothes, but it looked like he hadn't eaten in awhile which would explain the pilfering of their food supplies. Robin motioned for her men to lower the ropes so she could see him eye to eye, she shifted her weight to the right and crossed her arms
"Thank you, we take pride in our camps don't we?" there was a stir of agreent in the crowd. "so what brings you here friend? Surely you didn't come here just to sample our fine delicacies?"
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 25, 2012 22:15:08 GMT -5
Timothy breathed in relief when the men lowered the ropes. At least he wasn't hanging several feet from the ground now. If he were to fall now, the chances of him breaking his head were significantly reduced.
"You're welcome. Actually, it wasn't the food that I came for at first." He smirked. "Although it does smell delicious. I stumbled on this place by accident. You see... I'm kinda on the run."
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 25, 2012 22:27:13 GMT -5
As the ropes began to lower Robin couldn't help but notice the man was about a half foot taller than her, granted most people were a little higher up than her, but nevertheless this suprised her for some reason.
"Really? A fine citizen like yourself on the run?" the band of rogues laughed a little," Well as it turns out your in luck, because we're all on the run here" She made a gesture to the crowd behind her. When she returned her gaze to him she grinned wickedly "some of the lands most wanted men and women gather here... so tell me," she moved in close enough to touch noses "What are wanted for?"
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 27, 2012 21:44:47 GMT -5
The man nodded at the hooded man's first question, then raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Really, now?" he asked, amazed. All of these people, all these men and women... they were wanted?
Timothy tried to scrunch his nose back at the leader's nose touching his. It was a little too close for comfort, but he still looked into the human's eyes when he spoke. "If you must know... Sorcery, being at the wrong place at the wrong time, stealing food... basically, being alive. Where I came from, you'd be hunted down just for being seen." Timothy nearly bit his lip. All the things he said were true-- in any form that he was in, the mouse seemed to get caught up with trouble at the oddest times.
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 27, 2012 22:40:05 GMT -5
Sorcery? How was that no matter how hard Robin tried to avoid magic it always seemed to find her? She had a few options; she could have her men cut his throat now and save her any further trouble, she could cut the ropes down and send him away and hope he'd never return or she could let him stay(assuming of course that's what he wanted. She took another good look at him analyzing his facial features and build, however she focused on his eyes. The one thing she had learned is that often times when she needed to judge a person quickly in order to make a fast decision, a persons eyes could tell you if they were trust worthy. It didn't always work and it wasn't always a fair judgement, but it worked enough to become a common stratadgy for her. From what she could tell, he was just another desperate man.
She motioned to the men holding the ropes to cut him down. Upon the thud that followed Robin pulled the man to his feet "Alright, I'm going to give you a choice, you can stay here and hide with us for few days or you can leave. But if you stay I have a few conditions..."
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 27, 2012 23:11:14 GMT -5
Timothy landed head first. The impact stung a lot, worse than a broom slapped across his body. Then again, at least the straw the broom was made out of was relatively soft compared to the ground. When the leader helped him up, he regained the steadiness of his breathing. "I can hide," he assured the leader. "That's one thing my kind has always been good at. Me too, until... recently..." The former mouse rubbed his human shoulder. The chase that happened earlier had reminded him all too well that whatever he did, he couldn't catch a break. "For now, I'll stay. And... conditions?" He tilted his head in curiosity.
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 27, 2012 23:37:37 GMT -5
"Conditions," she repeated. "First, I want you to refrain from using magic as much as possible, around here it only seems to bring trouble. Second, around here we ask for food," she looked at another one of her men and they picked out a loaf of bread from one of the crates and tossed it to her, which she then handed to The magician. "unless of course it's property of the Monarchs, the we take." She said this with a grin, " Lastly, you'll need to hold your own. We all look at for each other here, but a chain is only as strong as its weakest link."
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 29, 2012 22:22:45 GMT -5
Timothy accepted the bread. "What do I say to that offer?" he rhetorically asked. What could he say? "Well, for one, the asking for food will take some getting used to for me. I'm accustomed to stealing things to survive. However, for this group, I'll make an exception. And you won't have to worry about any magic," the former mouse assured them, unknowingly touching his neck. "I lost what I used to control my magic, so no more spells for me. And holding my own?" Timothy broke off a small piece of bread and ate it. His stomach wasn't full, but it was a start. "I've been doing that my whole life. You've got yourself an agreement." He then held out his hand. "Timothy," he introduced himself to the leader.
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 29, 2012 23:18:49 GMT -5
When Timothy reached out his hand, Robin hesitated but eventually she took it,"Robin Hood, leader of The Merry Men if Sherwood" she held onto his hand for a moment and looked him in the eye, "Just one more thing, this wrong place in the wrong time predicament... Would you care to elaborate? Before of course I find out you've got a small army or blood thirsty bears following you into my camp."
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 30, 2012 20:39:08 GMT -5
Timothy had to chuckle at the name. "Robin?" he repeated. "Like the little red bird. Well, it's nice to meet you, Robin Hood of the Merry Men." The former mouse then lowered his voice. "Well, nothing like that for now. It's just that I've had a history of showing up at the wrong time. I hate to say it, but... As far as my kind is concerned, they'd rather chase us out with a broom than to help us out. Of course... we're basically vermin to the people we've stayed with." He tried to give a few hints without giving too much away. "But, if at all possible, I can tell you about that later."
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Post by Sorceress Calisto/Cally Rose on May 30, 2012 21:44:52 GMT -5
Unnoticed to anyone, at least it seems at the moment, since most were preoccupied with something else.
A blue butterfly was flying around the camp, seeming to be looking for something, since it was flying everywhere it could, inside tents and under tarps, any place that was holding or might be holding loot or stolen things.
The butterfly would have been unnoticed just because it was a butterfly, butterfly’s were not really a rare thing to be found out in the forest, no one gives them a second thought, but the thing is this was no ordinary butterfly, it had human eyes on its wings, watching everything.
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 30, 2012 22:15:21 GMT -5
Robin held eye contact with him, eyebrow cocked. She seemed to connect the dots but was very skeptical, "I'll hold you to that..." then something caught her eye, a butterfly. Bright blue fluttering in and out of tents, she watched curiously.
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