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Rose Nylund (i_ergullkvinne) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2011-08-08 18:06:00

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bad moon, guy of gisborne, rose nylund

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Rose still wasn’t sure what exactly was going on. Some days, she thought maybe she was having early signs of dementia. Some days, she thought it was a dream. Whatever it was, it had turned her life upside down. Wherever she was, at least she still had her house, even if she didn’t have her roommates. Or her neighborhood. Or her job, because the counseling center and hospital were not the ones she remembered. On the days she could actually find them. She was starting to believe what the odd young man had said; maybe they moved. Which brought her back to the idea of losing some of her faculties.

Rose could just imagine what Dorothy would say. And Blanche. And Sophia. Especially Sophia. Some days, Rose held conversations with herself, imitating her roommates. That wasn’t because she was going crazy. It was just for comfort. For a few minutes out of the day, she could feel like she wasn’t alone. Of course, it didn’t last. Because she was alone, and very lonely.

Without knowing what was going on, exactly, Rose decided the most logical thing to do was to keep going as she always did. So she did the shopping, she tried to do her volunteer work, and she looked after the local strays. It seemed that even here, wherever this was, in her head or not, there were still animals in need of a little help. She knew that her roommates didn’t really like her putting food out for animals, but they weren’t there, were they? No. So Rose got to help the way she wanted to.

And it seemed like lately, she’d been getting a sort of… odd… assortment of strays showing up at the back door. She’d had to buy more dog food in particular. They were bigger than the usual scruffy mutts she’d had before. And there were more than just cats and dogs. Some nights, Rose could hardly believe what wandered past the window. But night after night, she put the food out and then stood by the kitchen sink to see what showed up.

Tonight was no different, except that she hadn’t gotten back inside the door before the first animal showed up. Then another. And before she knew it, there was a host of creatures eating, and not all of them should get along.

“I guess being hungry trumps being cranky,” she mused as she tried to wend her way out of the furry bodies. “Well, you just have your dinner and then you let somebody else have a turn. There you go. Good boy. Or girl.”

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i_brood
2011-08-09 06:17 am UTC (link)

Guy of Gisborne had been walking through The City with no real purpose in mind. He was thinking that he should go meet other people that lived here. He had met a djinn and a leprechaun. Not to mention the lovely young beauty that seemed to be very well bred for a French girl. Guy was curious as to what other types lived in this strange place. Maybe there was someone that he could use to get to a position of power here.

It was starting to get late as he walked through the streets. The sky was just beginning to darken with the night. He hadn’t met very many people yet, though there did seem to be quite a few animals running around loose. He had seen a few wolves running around and wondered if the lord of this town would pay for each wolf’s head brought to him.

He was going to meet one more person this night and then head back to the peace of his isolated cabin. He was coming up on the back of a house where he had seen candlelight in the window. Not candlelight, just light. This place had light without candles or torches. He rather liked that part, actually. And the food that he could get without having to hunt for it first. It was strange, this place, but it had a few advantages.

The attack came out of nowhere, totally unexpected. The bite was vicious, obviously meant to take Guy down so he would be at the mercy of this savage animal. Luckily, the leather shirt he wore saved him. The bite did not even break the skin; it just tore his shirt. Guy snarled a bit as he swung around, drawing his sword. The squirrel that attacked him looked as if it was preparing to jump on him again. The knight from England would not stand for that.

The squirrel jumped and Guy swung his sword, cutting the rodent across its chest. The animal dropped to the ground and stared at Guy. “Bloody hell, man. That hurt!” The voice was so small and chirping that Guy wasn’t even sure he had really heard it. It started to run away, then paused and turned back. It held up a single finger in Guy’s direction and ran off. Guy blinked, but shook off the surprise. It was nothing out of the ordinary for this town.

Guy was just going to go home and hope he could repair his but then he saw the woman. Wolves and other animals surrounded her. And they looked to be closing in on her, probably preparing to attack her. Guy’s barely remembered sense of chivalry kicked in and he found himself running toward the animals, his sword ready to save her from the dangerous beasts.

“Don’t move, my lady,” he yelled to her as he came closer. “I can save you from the wolves.” He hoped.

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i_ergullkvinne
2011-08-10 06:33 pm UTC (link)

Rose heard the yell but it took her a moment to realize that the comments were directed her way. The courtly way of speaking was a little odd, and she really hadn’t been expecting company. Nor was she expecting to see a man dressed all in black with a sword running at her.

She held up her hands, and called urgently, “Oh don’t scare them!” Rose shook her head and gentled her voice. “They’re strays, who knows what they’ve suffered. If you run at them like that, you might scare them. Then who knows what might happen.”

Her hand came down to pat a furry head, though she was pretty sure what she was petting wasn’t a dog at all. The ears felt more like a cat’s, But that couldn’t be right, because it was far too tall. Whatever she was petting leaned against her hip, though, so she knew it was happy and she didn’t want to see any of the strays become too afraid to come back.

“Eunice Klopfenstein scared a stray once,” Rose mused as she made her way toward the back door. Maybe explaining it to the stranger would keep him from making the same mistake. “She and her husband Ernie had a chicken farm, and one night when Ernie was away at an egg conference in Minneapolis, Eunice was sure there a fox had gotten into one of the henhouses. She could hear them clucking and fussing away, so she grabbed the shotgun and ran out to save the chickens. Turns out it wasn’t a fox at all! It was a St. Bernard! Or so she thought. She fired the gun in the air to chase it off, but the dog ran right into one of the coops. So Eunice went right in after it, and that’s when she found Ernie.”

Rose bit her bottom lip. “It’s a good thing they’d only packed the shells with rock salt, or Ernie might never have walked again. As it was, he had to sit down to go to the restroom after that.” She shook her head, her look becoming far away and speculative. “They never did explain why he was naked in that chicken coop.”

She refocused on the man. “But you see, scaring a stray can have results you don’t expect. If it hadn’t been for Eunice scaring that St. Bernard and chasing him, Ernie might have been able to have children, and Eunice might never have moved to St. Paul with that lady gym teacher from Moose Lake. You just never know!”

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i_brood
2011-08-15 05:29 am UTC (link)

Sir Guy stopped in front of the woman, his sword arm dropping to his side. Was she mad? That had to be the only excuse for the way she was standing next to that leopard. Guy had seen one of those large spotted cats when he had been in the Holy Land. The guide with him explained about the animal, how it was able to kill a human being with very little effort. This one seemed as if it was more inclined to cuddle the woman than kill her.

He did not understand this City at all.

“My apologies, my lady,” he said, not taking his eyes off the animals. “I was concerned about your safety. There are strange beasts about this night. I was attacked not far from here.” He saw no reason to tell her that it had been a squirrel.

“I don’t think I ever met the Lady Gyam of Theacher.” He tried to recall the story that the woman had rattled off to him. “But I have heard of a town fool or two that had been caught naked with the chickens. There was usually a maid involved as well.” Guy had always liked being there when the fools tried to explain the Sheriff why they had been without their clothing in the chicken coop. Some of them had very good stories.

“I don’t quite understand what a shotgun is,” the knight told her, hoping she would explain it. He assumed it was a weapon of some sort. One that required seashells that were filled with rocks and salt. “I can see how the rocks could cause wounds and putting salt into a wound is not a pleasant experience at all. But how do you use the shells against your opponent?’ He was always interested in new weapons. He could happily find Hood and use him as a target.

“I am Sir Guy of Gisborne,” he said, introducing himself with a slight bow. He still watched the animals. “I would feel better if you would allow me to escort you inside where it will be safer.”

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i_ergullkvinne
2011-08-24 03:54 am UTC (link)

Rose listened the way he spoke and decided that it must just be because he was English that she was having trouble understanding him. They did have odd names for things there, calling the “mail” the “post.” Elevators were lifts, chips were crisps, fries were chips, trucks were lorries, and cookies were biscuits. So they probably just had another name for shotguns and shells.

Besides, it was hard not to be charmed by someone that had manners enough to offer to escort a lady. Rose was a modern enough woman that she knew she could take care of herself. It was the 80s after all. But it was always nice when a man remembered his manners. Though she wasn’t so sure about him escorting her inside rather than to her door.

Then again, he’d been attacked. He might need some first aid. That settled it for Rose.

“Oh sure, come in and I’ll get some rubbing alcohol and iodine,” she told him. “Was it a scratch or a bite? If it’s a bite, you should probably be checked for rabies. You don’t want to end up foaming at the mouth like Gordon Shinglebacher. Of course, that was because he was eating soap, but we didn’t know that until after he’d bitten three of the neighborhood children. As my mother always said, Gordon was a few smørbrød short of a koldtbord.”

She made her way toward the kitchen door, gently shooing animals out of her way as she went.

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i_brood
2011-10-03 01:47 am UTC (link)

“It’s just a scratch,” Guy said, stepping towards her kitchen door. He pushed some of large animals out of the lady’s way. “The vermin was too small to do any real damage. I think my shirt took most of the damage.” He brushed his fingers over the tear in his clothing. He really had no idea where he could find someone to mend it here.

He still wasn’t convinced that all these animals are as harmless as the lady seemed to think they were. But from the way she talked, Guy would assume she was from those Vikings that had invaded his country all those years ago. Guy recognized the Danish sounds to some of the words and names she was using. However, he did not think she was quite as fierce as the Danes of old.

He glanced out the window and noticed that most of the bigger animals seemed to have moved off. That was a good thing. The knight was not as convinced as the lady seemed to be that these animals were harmless. He was glad to see the end of them.

“I thank you for your kindness, my lady,” he said, removing his gloves an unfastening his shirt. “I think the danger is passing.”

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