Canon is "The Death of Robin Hood" which...nobody's heard of; mun is vaguely eyeing Boomtown

[under_the_hood]

I do appreciate the new...what are you calling them? "Icons?"

Whatever.

I do appreciate the new icons, but you can't be serious about this. An unpublished play and a vague sense of backstory is hardly enough to get anywhere in life. Besides, I can't leave Loxley Chase. Who's going to keep Will from getting arrested again? I hardly trust any of the others. Not after the whole Robin Huntington fiasco.

...you don't think it was a fiasco? You must have been drinking that poison John brews in his shop.

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[solus_unus]

She's fleshing you out. That vague sense of backstory? Yeah it's not going to be vague for very long. It's a cool thing, trust me.

Oh, and welcome to the club. Lots of adventures to be had around here. And fiasco's. Actually, more fiasco's than adventures.

[under_the_hood]

You sound a bit too cheerful about that, my lord.

[solus_unus]

[A playful groan] I haven't been called that in ages. It's Caius. Just call me Caius.

Would you rather me scare the pants off you with horror stories of what your person thing can and most definitely will consider putting you through?

[under_the_hood]

I think you underestimate me, sir. I don't frighten so easily.

It's not the going away I fear. It's the being away.

[solus_unus]

Oh no, if my existence has taught me anything, it's to not underestimate women.

Well, if it's any comfort, I've been told whatever world you're from sort of stalls and waits for you to get back. So, you won't miss anything. Once you get back, things pick back up again like you weren't even gone.

[under_the_hood]

That...doesn't make sense.

[solus_unus]

Not a lot does around here.

Is your writer person considering a game for you?

[under_the_hood]

Perhaps. Though I doubt she'll be able to find one. I'm beyond "obscure."

[solus_unus]

Doesn't matter. I'm original and mine found one for me. Seriously, if they want to make it happen. They will.

What's your name?

[under_the_hood]

Ellen. Ellen Scatheloke of Loxley Chase.

[She offers a neat, little curtsy.

Oddly, she doesn't lower her eyes. Rather, she keeps them fixed. One might almost call it a little bit defiant.

But, of course, how could a village girl be defiant?]

[solus_unus]

Good to meet you Ellen of Loxley Chase.

Mind me asking where that is?

[under_the_hood]

Just on the outskirts of Nottinghamshire, sir.

[solus_unus]

No kidding. Yeah, I'm familiar. Spent a great deal of time over there. Started off in Winchester before drifting north.

What's the year?

[alphaophiuchi]

You'd be surprised exactly how much backstory suddenly crops up once you're thrown somewhere. And you can bet that they'll find some excuse for everything to be just fine at home while you're away. They always do.

[under_the_hood]

Your reassurances sound more like encouragement, my lord.

[Said dryly, not entirely respectfully.]

[alphaophiuchi]

[ ooh, my lord. Don't get him attached to that. ]

More like resignation. You won't get much say in the matter, I'm afraid.

[under_the_hood]

I'm not a woman who's comfortable with silence.

[And people wonder why she has no husband...]

[alphaophiuchi]

And so you shouldn't be. You should get a say. That said, you won't. I certainly didn't.

[under_the_hood]

And so you resigned yourself to fate.

[See this face, Draco? This is a disapproving face.]

[alphaophiuchi]

That's such a negative way of looking at it.

[ yes. yes, he did. ]

[under_the_hood]

I would happily accept another way to phrase if, if you like.

[alphaophiuchi]

Erm.

Well. I...preferred to...not fight the circumstances I was given.

[under_the_hood]

[And now she's just going to humour you, Draco.]

I see.

[alphaophiuchi]

[ rude. ]

Do you? I mean, it's not like there was much I could do about it!

[under_the_hood]

Of course not.