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[redness]

Clever. [He crosses his arms. He doesn't seem nearly as amused. He's talking of his journal name, lips mildly pursed.]

And as another thing, I'm not entirely sure what you're on about, me being blond. And dragons? I'm not that much of a simpleton. You're getting it all wrong. Stop before you hurt yourself.

Just-- leave me be. To Locksley or the forest with Robin. We've things to do, you know. And you know nothing of it. You've still got to catch up.

[There's a pause.]

And this isn't the most I've ever talked. Let me be already, yeah?

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[fluent_treason]

Funny. I remember you as a fair lad, to be sure, Will Scarlet.

[redness]

You know me? [It usually isn't him everyone knows.]

[fluent_treason]

And do you not know me?

[redness]

And should I? [The nature is familiar enough, but when you're a wanted man, best to err on the side of caution.]

[fluent_treason]

Why Will, have the years changed me so much? It's Robin of Locksley.

[redness]

[He cocks his head enough.] But-- [A pause while he's being informed.]

My pardons. This place, you are him to be certain, but not the man I am used to.

[fluent_treason]

Trust me, Will, when you've been around as long as I have, you'll find such changes part of immortality. How fare thee?

[redness]

I'm no immortal. [Will furrows his brows.]

Well enough. Not sure what the lady writer is doing.

[fluent_treason]

Of course you are. We both are. We live in story and song, my friend. As legends.

[redness]

[Yes, he is most certainly Robin. That ego.]

Maybe you are, but I'm no legend.

[fluent_treason]

Why surely you are.

As Robin Hood walkt the forrest along
It was in the mid of the day
There was he met of a deft young man
As ever walkt on the way.
His doublet it was of silk, he said,
His stockings like scarlet shone,
And he walkt on along the way,
To Robin Hood then unknown.

[redness]

That is no song of me. I'm no man in stockings. [Looking down at his trousers, please and thank you.]

[fluent_treason]

[Robin merely laughs heartily, as though at a good joke.]

[redness]

There is nothing funny about this.

[fluent_treason]

You need to laugh more, Will.

[redness]

[Scoffing.] I laugh well enough.

[fluent_treason]

It was not the quality of your laughter I referred to.

[redness]

The quantity is just as well.

[fluent_treason]

No doubt, Will. No doubt.

[redness]

Stop smiling like that. [This is serious business, Robin.

Grump, grump.]

[fluent_treason]

Like what?

[redness]

Like you're planning something I'm really not going to like, that may kill us.

[fluent_treason]

Will! I would never force you into any action you did not fully embrace.

[redness]

I did not say I would not do it. Simply that I did not like it. [Repeatedly breaking into Nottingham was not the smartest thing ever, but they did what must be done.]

[fluent_treason]

You seem troubled, young Will. I am sorry to see it.

[redness]

I am not troubled. [No more than he usually is.]

[fluent_treason]

Well. Whatever it is, it will pass, I am certain.

[redness]

There is nothing. [He may miss Djaq, but this is how he normally is, Robin.]

[fluent_treason]

Perhaps a new doublet would lighten your mood!

[redness]

That is kind indeed, but I am sure there are those in Locksley who could use it more than I.

[fluent_treason]

And yet I know none who could wear this as well as you:

[redness]

But I like my clothes. [They aren't so bright.]

[siredmundofthehow]

Oh, By The Lion! You're real! You are really real! You're Will Scarlet.. And you're real. The legends are true.. I can hardly beieve it, but then again, I suppose it makes sense, after everything I've experienced why shouldn't the legends of Robin Hood's men be true?

[a pause in which the Narnian King stares at the outlaw of legends and tales. Then he recovers his manners and introduces himself, foregoing titles and formality. Sometimes it is nice just to be Edmund, without any formalities attached.]
I'm Edmund Pevenise.


As to the 'not blond' and 'dragons' things, I believe your mun might have you confused with a fellow named 'Viserys Targaryen' from a canon called 'Game of Thrones', which apparently is based on a book series called 'A Song of Ice and Fire'. It would seem this Viserys fellow also has your face, even if he does not share your coloring. And apparently the dragons are the symbol of his house. At least according to my lady mundane. And what she has researched and viewed.

[redness]

[Just going to stare.]

I know of whom she speaks of.

[siredmundofthehow]

[realizes his mistake and groans quietly while pinching the bridge of his nose..] Sorry, it's just that in the time I'm from, you and your friends, Allan A Dale [if Allan isn't your friend anymore, Ed's unaware of this development, Will. Forgive him.], Little John, Much,Friar Tuck and Robin Hood himself, are legends. And then there's the lovely Maid Marian.

[still, he's talking to the Will Scarlet. Peter will never believe him. Also, the stories in his day speak nothing of a 'Djaq' which is why he isn't mentioning her.]

[sheepish look, slipping into slightly formal kingly-like terriority with his apology]
I am sorry. I misunderstood your comments about him, clearly. The fault is mine.


((OOC:I also have a Djaq muse who will soon drop by and hopefully brighten Will's mood.)

and here is Djaq, three months late, but still, "It's Djaq", right, Will?

[djaqthesaracen]

Will! Well at least it is better than my journal name. thankfully, my Mum is thinking of paying to change it but they are so fickle, these mins, aren't they?


[a pause in which Djaq tilts her head and stares at her beloved carpenter turned outlaw.] Blond? dragons? clearly your Mun has spent too long in the heat of the season to be so confused. you most certain aren't blond and dragons do not exist.


Indeed, important business should be done. your mun is wasting your time and skills.
You have talked more than this before.