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kitsch (taylorwade) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-06-10 13:10:00

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active, day eleven, robin of locksley, sarah williams, torin kerr

Day 11
Who:: Robin, Sarah and Torin
What:: Running the Labyrinth
When:: Early Morning
Where:: Uh... the Labyrinth
Rating:: PGish?
Status:: Incomplete

Robin rose early, before the sun could, and began to make his preparations for the Labyrinth. He filled a pack with food supplies from the kitchen, along with water. He also made sure that he had things with which to treat minor scrapes and lacerations. He ensured that his quiver was full of fletched arrows and his bow was restrung. He packed a change of clothing and an extra pair of boots. He also packed a fur-lined cloak in case it continued to snow.

When he was certain that he was ready to go, he dressed comfortably in traveling clothes and strapped his sword to his waist and slung his bow over his shoulder. Both his pack and his quiver went over the other and cinched tightly to assure mobility. With his key and his journal safely tucked away, Robin left his room and headed for the outdoors.

He was surprised to see that the snow was sparse and he wondered if it would melt away before it snowed again. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, so he hurried along until he found his way to the entrance of the Labyrinth. Casting his gaze around, Robin searched for the companion he was to have on the journey, Sarah.

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gunnykerr
2009-07-04 01:37 am UTC (link)

Torin's brain was running through a list of inventive profanity aimed at the so-called King of this place. At least this time there was someone guiding it all, and this wasn't some cracked alien ship mucking with here. It should have made her feel better. It didn't.

She pulled her slate off her belt and was about to bark out marching orders, when she realized that both of the people she was with were civilians. Well, okay, Robin looked like he could maybe hold his own with that archaic weapon of his, but neither of them were Marines. "Fuking civilians" she muttered as she set her slate to keep track of their progress. It might help, might not, but it was always better to have a map if possible.

"I'll rear guard" she sang, trying to more chant than sing. Honestly she'd have preferred to be on point, but Sarah said she'd been through this thing before and it was always best to trust experience.

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