|Will Scarlet (scarletavenger) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2012-07-26 01:06:00
|Entry tags:||morgan le fay, robin hood, will scarlet|
Who: Morgan Le Fay, Will Scarlet and Robin Hood
What: Plan, Number 1
When: Friday, a bit after noon, 29/3/12
Where: Morgan's office
Sometimes, Fate was kind. Not always, no, because Morgan knew the bitter bite of Fate better then anyone, but sometimes it was. And when it was, everything was good. Not that she'd trust the so called Merry Men as far as she could trust them, but they were all she had. Mortals would take too much time, and asked too many questions. She just hoped their moral compass wouldn't decide to show up and ruin this all.
In truth, why she wasn't giving them anything to do that Arthur and his cronies wouldn't expect from her. Will she could wrap around her finger until he was hers, she had enough confidence in herself for that, but this Robin fellow she couldn't judge as well. He'd fought against people like her. Sicking him against the very example of chivalry and being a King could very well prove to be disastrous.
So. Simple it was until she found someone with a black enough heart who wouldn't feel the sting of the injustice she was happy to deliver to her brother. Not that Arthur didn't deserve it, but she was just his doom and counter. No one had listened to her then, no one would listen to her now.
When her assistant called that she had guests she shook herself out of her thoughts and sat down behind the desk, smiling to the two who entered. "Hello, there. I am grateful you came to me."
Robin was good at playing sides when it served his purpose. He wouldn't take this gig if it felt like a disaster waiting to happen. Then again, he was intrigued. Will's interest also kicked in the brother in Robin that was out to protect and lead. If Will was going to get mixed into some trouble, he wasn't going to do it alone. They fought together. They'd just suffered stealing from Prince John and a near-death experience. There wasn't any worse way to go than that.
Robin had dressed nicely, but that playful smirk on his face held many mysteries. There was never telling what he was thinking exactly, only that he was planning.
Will plonked himself down in one of the available chairs and gave Morgan a broad smile. "I'm sure you won't regret it. What do you need?" He'd let Robin do the negotiation, but it didn't stop him speaking up. Beside, Morgan was hot and powerful and deserved his respect, in his humble opinion.
Despite her cold nature, Morgan was perfectly capable of being civil. Granted it was just another ploy, but she'd learned to read people rather well and react to them in kind.
She'd see how this played out and if she could use these two again, or if she'd just sacrifice them. "It's quite simple, really. I need you two to follow my brother, preferably discreetly." Pausing she studied the two. They both knew who she was, and who her brother was.
"You will do nothing but follow him and take pictures. I want to know who he sees, where he goes. He is campaigning so I want extra information on who he is greasing palms with. But nothing more then pictures. If he catches either of you, I wash my hands on the entire affair and simply do not know you."
She tapped her finger over her checkbook, "I'm willing to offer a down payment, of sorts, but if you get caught then that's all you'll receive. Do the job satisfactory, and you get the other half. So name your price gentlemen." She leaned back into the chair and smiled. Letting them set the price would tell her what sort these two really were.
Robin took his seat after Will, observing his options. Scarlet was already jumping in without a second thought, which was usually how their plans started. Robin was about to lay out a few questions until she said 'if you get caught'. He laughed out loud with a mischevious glint. "We don't get caught." Even in some of his most hopeless escapes, Robin would find a way. No situation was worth it without trying first.
He knew of her brother, but the king Robin would respect was his own. What was the harm of a few pictures? It gave them extra money in their pockets to help out someone else. It was half as good as stealing it.
Will shrugged a shoulder and smirked at Robin. "Name our price? You do know of our reputation, I hope." Stalking King Arthur, now there was a challenge. Stalking John was a calkwalk compared to that, right? And they didn't even need to do anything about it. He wasn't particularly worried about being caught. What was he going to do, anyway? They were Robin Hood And His Merry Man (TM).
"Two thousand," he said, throwing a number out there to see what would happen.
She shrugged and glanced to Robin. "Loopholes, you understand. I do have to prepare for every outcome. And my brother is good. He knows I'm here, he knows I'm planning something. Trust me gentlemen, you are expected."
She glanced to Will and tipped her head. The choice of letting them think she was that easy was a simple one. "Done." Let them think she was easy to sway, or desperate enough to agree to the extravagant sum. "A thousand now, a thousand upon successful completion of this goal. And I want good pictures gentlemen. Not blurry trash."
"We also have a fine reputation," Robin smiled putting out his hand for a shake. "You have a deal." He patted Will on the back. "Nice work, mate." Usually Robin threw out the sums, but he could be a bit overboard at times. He was used to even higher prices. A thousand dollars right now could feed and help a lot of families. Robin wasn't generally worried about himself, his mind was always of the less fortunate.
Will looked smug, then wondered if he should have asked for more. Still, he kept the cocky mask on for Morgan's benefit. "Our work is good work," he assured her, nodding to Robin. "Besides, he won't be expecting us."