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paradisalost2010-09-26 10:44 pm
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Who; Lancelot du Lac (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
protecteurdelac) & Stephanie Brown (batfail)
What;Bitches tryna steal his bling. Someone's taking a Walk of Emo.
Where; The city.
When; Tonight! After dark.
Rating; PG?
So that was that.
He had thought it was a little unusual that Guinevere hadn't been in her room when he had returned with her dinner -- after all, it wasn't like her to simply run off when she was told to wait. Especially when waiting for a meal. But he had set the tray down and looked around the room, wondering if she had maybe taken to playing a game of hide and seek, or worse -- someone had seen fit to kidnap her. He had immediately scoured the castle for any sign of her, unable to sense her anywhere. He returned to her room, intending to scour for any clues or perhaps notes that might lead to her current location.
However, he didn't make it past the door. Her nameplate was gone. From what he had read in the journal, that could only mean one thing. She had left this world and returned to their own.
He supposed it was a relief -- it seemed he was better equipped to take care of her in their own world, where he was stronger, better prepared. He wasn't sure of the details, though -- there was so much empty space in his mind, when he tried to think about Guinevere. He knew that he was bound to protect her, but what else? Perhaps that was why he found himself feeling fairly frustrated when he thought of her -- so many unanswered questions sprang to mind. Though it was difficult for her to answer them due to her condition, somehow her presence soothed him, made him feel like these things would be answered in time.
Was this how Halloween felt? Though she was missing all of her memories, not just of one person. He knew that she was curious and perhaps even frustrated about her physical reactions to her mother, having no real memory to tie it in with ... this seemed much the same.
Either way, his mood was a bit dismal tonight, and he decided to take a short walk into the city. The night was clear, starry, and the city was quiet. The weather was cool enough that wearing his armor was not uncomfortable. Exactly how he liked it. He was never a man who was good for social situations, so taking a walk alone was a productive, peaceful task.
Of course, given his poor luck, no such thing could go interrupted. He felt as though someone was following him -- and it wasn't a familiar presence. A menacing one, if he were to be so kind as to classify it as such. After a short time of being followed, he noticed himself being cornered by two other men, likely accomplices to the one who had followed him originally. He did not want to hurt them severely, simply deter them ...
protecteurdelac) & Stephanie Brown (batfail)What;
Where; The city.
When; Tonight! After dark.
Rating; PG?
So that was that.
He had thought it was a little unusual that Guinevere hadn't been in her room when he had returned with her dinner -- after all, it wasn't like her to simply run off when she was told to wait. Especially when waiting for a meal. But he had set the tray down and looked around the room, wondering if she had maybe taken to playing a game of hide and seek, or worse -- someone had seen fit to kidnap her. He had immediately scoured the castle for any sign of her, unable to sense her anywhere. He returned to her room, intending to scour for any clues or perhaps notes that might lead to her current location.
However, he didn't make it past the door. Her nameplate was gone. From what he had read in the journal, that could only mean one thing. She had left this world and returned to their own.
He supposed it was a relief -- it seemed he was better equipped to take care of her in their own world, where he was stronger, better prepared. He wasn't sure of the details, though -- there was so much empty space in his mind, when he tried to think about Guinevere. He knew that he was bound to protect her, but what else? Perhaps that was why he found himself feeling fairly frustrated when he thought of her -- so many unanswered questions sprang to mind. Though it was difficult for her to answer them due to her condition, somehow her presence soothed him, made him feel like these things would be answered in time.
Was this how Halloween felt? Though she was missing all of her memories, not just of one person. He knew that she was curious and perhaps even frustrated about her physical reactions to her mother, having no real memory to tie it in with ... this seemed much the same.
Either way, his mood was a bit dismal tonight, and he decided to take a short walk into the city. The night was clear, starry, and the city was quiet. The weather was cool enough that wearing his armor was not uncomfortable. Exactly how he liked it. He was never a man who was good for social situations, so taking a walk alone was a productive, peaceful task.
Of course, given his poor luck, no such thing could go interrupted. He felt as though someone was following him -- and it wasn't a familiar presence. A menacing one, if he were to be so kind as to classify it as such. After a short time of being followed, he noticed himself being cornered by two other men, likely accomplices to the one who had followed him originally. He did not want to hurt them severely, simply deter them ...