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Malcolm de Rainault | The Sheriff of Nottingham (whyaspooncousin) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2021-06-25 20:49:00

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friar tuck, little john, much the miller's son, robin hood, sheriff of nottingham, will scarlet

WHO: Sheriff of Nottingham, Much the Miller's Son, then probably others
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHERE: Parsonage
WHAT: Help me
WARNINGS: TBA

It had taken months for Malcolm to make it out of the woods. After his first death, every single time he came back, he would make it about a day before he would die of starvation again. And every time he woke up right where he had died, with no idea what direction to walk in, and no forest sense, to be able to live off the land, and by nightfall he would keel over and die.

It was just luck which saw him finally, finally wake up in New York City. In Central Park. Probably not 500 feet from where Much had woken up after Malcolm had killed him, not that Malcolm knew that.

He had tried to get home to his apartment, but the state of him meant the doorman turned him away. Didn't even recognise him. He was skin and bone, unshaven, and he smelled like a corpse. Funny, that. And it wasn't like he could explain what was going on, since his words kept coming out all jumbled up. Malcolm was fairly sure John's doorman would react similarly, and if he showed up to his king looking like this- No. He needed to get out of open spaces, Artemis was around, after all. And he couldn't go to John. He couldn't go home.

It was only desperation that had him knocking on the door of the parsonage. He could feel his body failing again. If he didn't get some food into it he was going to die again, and the Merry Men were awful sure, but they still fed the hungry, right? He pounded on the door and leaned against it heavily, hoping someone would answer. And quickly. Hell he almost didn't care if after this they sent him to prison. As long as he was safe from Artemis and out of those woods he would take it.

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friartuck
2021-07-01 12:45 pm UTC (link)

"Sounds about right to me," Robin nodded. "Think you can hold him, Michael?"

Michael, who was busy trying to work out a weird secret handshake with Much, turned to Robin and nodded. "Of course I can. I can do wards too. And if you think about fucking around-" Michael flicked his hand and his sword appeared in it. "It usually has flames remember? But I don't want to set the Friar's house on fire so you have to imagine the flames."

Tuck was watching Will - the way Will kept himself between the sheriff and him. God, Tuck loved that man. He spotted Flora out of the corner of his eye, cowering in the kitchen, and he tutted and went to her, pulling her into his arms. "It's alright, sweet Flora. He'll be gone soon," he whispered to her.

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muchofamuchness
2021-07-01 12:52 pm UTC (link)

Much was deeply disappointed that Michael wasn't bringing the flame, mostly because he very much wanted a go on the sword while the Sheriff was tied to a chair. "Oh come oon," he wheedled. "Just a little fire? Hey cockhead-" this was addressing the Sheriff, rather than Michael "-We've also got an angel on our side, you see that? You understand what that means? Who's a baddie?"

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rouge_rogue
2021-07-01 01:01 pm UTC (link)

"Just get him out," Will growled. Ordinarily he'd have been showboating with the best but he was so thrown off that he couldn't find much humour. He stood by the kitchen door and folded his arms, glowering at the Sheriff. "And take the hint. Do not come back here. Ever. Coward." He kept eye-contact, silently daring the Sheriff to speak, wanting him to try to have the last word so Will could kick his chair over.

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friartuck
2021-07-01 01:09 pm UTC (link)

"Oh it's definitely you," Michael said to the sheriff. "You're the baddie. Do you not know that? Come on, let's get him up," Michael stowed the sword and went to help untie the sheriff, though only so he could take the man by the scruff of his neck and carry him out of here.

The sheriff had lapsed into a terrified silence. He was leaning away from Will, scared that he was going to get hit again no matter what he said or did. He was definitely not coming back here. It had been a mistake to do so this time, and now he was being carted off god knew where.

Robin helped Michael by untying the sheriff from the chair and helping the sheriff stand. "We'll let you know what we decide, Michael," Robin said.

Michael didn't seem too worried about that. "Whenever," he nodded.

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muchofamuchness
2021-07-01 11:58 pm UTC (link)

With the Sheriff quelled past pleading, past arguing, past demanding that Much prove he was good, and with an Archangel at the helm, and Rob and Little John and Will and Tuck all there, Much was hyped. This was a victory and damn, the relief of it made him giddy. "Na na na na," Much sang him out, using his staff like a microphone stand. "Na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbyeee!"

"Classy," Little John said, though not with any great degree of disapproval. As the door shut on the Sheriff (and the angel Michael, well how about that) Little John crossed the room to come up behind Tuck and Will, giving each of their shoulders a squeeze. "Let's get a cuppa into you both. Much?"

"On it!" said Much, who was not onto it at all. He'd darted off toward the front door to make sure it was locked, to watch the Sheriff be manhandled away. What a beautiful sight.

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rouge_rogue
2021-07-02 12:31 am UTC (link)

Will slowly, slowly relaxed, his shoulders gradually coming down now that they had peace.

Looking across at Robin, he had to let his last bit of tension out. "You're telling Stutely and Marian about this. Today," he said firmly. "They don't deserve to be shocked by the news." The "like we were" was left unspoken as Will unfolded his arms and shoved his hands into his pockets, turning away to check on Tuck.

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	friartuck 2021-07-02 01:07 am UTC (link)
	Tuck relaxed too, at least a little bit. He leaned against his partner's body, his arms circled around their dog. "We were having such a good day,"he said quietly, sadly, proving he didn't share much's enthusiasm. Robin had nodded at will and was already texting stutely to make sure he was at the fox. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

irl_im_very_big
2021-07-02 03:23 am UTC (link)

"Tell us about it," Little John said, his voice a firm platform Tuck could step onto, stop him sliding into misery. "How's the little cricket doing?" His voice carried well as he stepped through into the kitchen to put the jug on, determined to be the sturdiest mofo around. If the subject needed to be changed, Little John was going to manhandle it till it goddamn changed.

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rouge_rogue
2021-07-02 08:12 am UTC (link)

"She's doing well," Will said, glancing over at Much. At least one of them was feeling a bit of victory, and Will wished he felt like crowing about it. The miserable Sheriff was just pathetic now, though, and he couldn't summon up much more feeling towards him than disgust. "Might even be able to go home soon. What about you, managed to capture your lady love yet?"

If changing the subject was what they were doing, they were fucking doing it.

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friartuck
2021-07-02 10:31 am UTC (link)

Tuck wasn't so ready to change the subject. The man who had tortured him and several people he loved had just been in his house again. He couldn't just turn the conversation on a dime and pretend everything was fine like some of the others could. It was like emotional whiplash and he wasn't built for it.

He sure as hell wasn't going to begrudge them of it though. So he kept silent, letting them change the subject while he just focused on calming down and holding Flora just a little too tightly.

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