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Much is the reason the squirrels are hiding (muchnotmulch) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-02-18 21:12:00

Entry tags:

much, robin hood

Who:Much and Robin
What:Shutting down and refusing to go home.
When:Tonight
Where:The park
Warnings:TBA!

Simple. Simpleton. Any version of the word made his skin crawl. Much searched for his dagger in the rain, no longer caring about how cold or wet it was. Why did they always say simple? He knew hew as just a servant. The world could carry on without him if he should die and probably forget he existed within a weeks time. It would just keep turning. That was what simple meant. Unimportant. He'd looked it up once. Regretted every moment of it. He'd abandoned the backpack full of wood he'd been initially quite pleased at gathering where the witch had shown. What did it matter? Nobody really talked to him. He and Robin spoke words, but was that the same as talking? Was he even really worth anything at all?

He'd located his dagger finally. It fell from the sky and landed just underneath one of those burning bushes. He knelt and reached for it, wincing as the fire bit at his hand and burned the skin. He couldn't reach the weapon. Not like that anyway. He moved his hand to look at the angry burn and frowned. Simple indeed. Robin wouldn't have made such a stupid mistake. Anyone else wouldn't have either. The sudden urge to kick something rose as he stared at the trapped weapon. "What are you going to taunt me now too?" Talk to the fire Much, that makes you seem real sane. He internally scolded as he sat down in the middle of the now abandoned park and watched the flames engulf the weapon.

Rain poured down, clouds gathered overhead. Much still didn't move. If there was a tree house he might have gone to it in hopes not to be found, but he didn't. All he had was hurt pride and an injured hand. His existence did not equal Robins. Robin had once called him simple, it was meant as an insult and taken as one. He hated that word. It didn't hurt coming from that crazy witch, it hurt that Robin had once said the very same thing.

He was simple.

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robinofthehood
2013-02-19 06:09 am UTC (link)

Much was taking a lot longer than he'd said he would. And normally, Robin wouldn't be all that concerned. Much was more than capable of taking care of himself. But the storm which had started out of the blue had yet to let up, and Much had been walking around outside in it for a while now. Eventually, impatience won out over the knowledge of his friends capabilities, and sending Marian a quick text, he stopped long enough to pull on his hoodie before running out the door.

He hesitated for a moment once he was out the front of the complex, before heading in the direction of the park, pulling up his hood against the rain. That's where he'd have gone to get the wood he was looking for for his carving. Much didn't have anything with him for this kind of weather, and he was going to make himself sick. And Robin really didn't want that. Much sulked when he was sick.

Walking through the park, he finally gave up sending texts. Much wasn't responding to his texts anyway. He'd just have to keep looking for him. It was only a few minutes later he saw something lying in the grass a short distance ahead of him which caused a spark of worry he couldn't dismiss. Much's backpack. Laying abandoned in the grass.

Jogging over, he picked it up. Pulling his phone back out of his pocket, he hit the button for Much's number, his suspicion confirmed when he heard the ringing coming from the bag. Ending the call, he shoved the phone back in his pocket. His hair was plastered to his forehead now, the hood doing nothing to stop the constant downpour.

He turned in a circle, trying to see anything through the rain and growing darkness. And there, not far from where he was standing, he finally saw his friend, crouched by a tree that was engulfed in flames. Frowning, Robin walked over to his friends side. The frown deepened when he saw his hand, and the look on his face.

"Much? What are you doing out here?" He knelt beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder and ignoring the wet grass. He was wet enough now that it hardly mattered.

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muchnotmulch
2013-02-19 06:46 am UTC (link)

The fire on the tree hadn't burnt out with the rain, it was some sort of magical fire. A thing he was still trying to wrap his head around really. Everything in this world was so different. He was still struggling to find a place in it. Robin had a new life, one which calling him master was strange in. Most everyone questioned it. What was he without it? What was he with it..

He always tried to respond to texts even though sometimes the phone was confusing to him, but none the less he always said something to let Robin know he was there. But now there was nothing, the phone left behind in the bag was getting wet along with the wood. Much wasn't exactly kind to electronics. He didn't know how to treat them just yet.

He wasn't even wearing a jacket anymore. It'd only gotten more uncomfortable with the rain fall but he wasn't really concerned with sickness. He wasn't thinking about much of anything beyond being simple. He tried to help and it backfired in his face. He tried to do things for Robin and often they backfired as well. Much hadn't expected anyone to bother coming out in that weather. He was sort of hoping they wouldn't actually.

Robins voice startled him slightly. "Master?" He was ashamed, he looked down angrily at the burning tree. "I can't get it."