[He jiggled the key around in the lock and pushed the door open with a grunt. Quiet, was she really sleeping? He closed the door behind him and moved toward her bedroom.]

Lisa?

I have a right to see my wife.

Eros told me, Lisa. Stop avoiding me.

[Locked from 'Belle']

She is here... I.

I want--

...

She will have dinner with me. Lumiere, prepare the dining hall.

[/locked]


Belle, you will have dinner with me tonight.

PLOT PLOT PLOT time. >:3

[pre-info: she's still suffering some broken bones from a fight she got from getting into a brawl with virused-War. She is still virused. Thus the she's, rofl.]

... So this community has... wizards or what have you, correct?

Are any of you capable of, erm... healing?

After a horrifying turn of events, Gisborne was ready to hide for the rest of his life. He felt dirty, disgusting, shamed. He trudged a silent walk of shame down the hallway and hesitated as he passed Robin's door. It was open, just slightly. As habit, he pushed it open and looked inside; Robin was .... there, asleep perhaps? The lights were off.

An unfamiliar need to be close to a forgiving, warm body overwhelmed him and he stepped inside. He just... He didn't want-- Hn. He closed the door and padded silently to the bed, stopping only to shed what was left of his clothes. the shirt dropped heavy as did the pants and he pushed back the covers and slid into the bed. He didn't even care if he woke Robin up, he just wanted to hear him breathe, know there was someone close to him that didn't want to violate him. Kill perhaps, but not violate.

The guard shifted onto his belly and dragged a pillow down, nuzzling it tiredly, hoping Robin wouldn't talk. Christ, the last thing he wanted to hear was him whinging and whining.

Today I killed. Not just one man, who was in the service of my Lord, but others, too. A woman, her two children and I relished not only in their deaths, but knowing that their husband, father watched, I found myself giddy with his tears because I had broken him. It was my sword that ended his life and it didn't even touch him. It serves him right, to cross my lord; no one can, and get away with it.

Perhaps I am a demon, as they say, because I feel no remorse for what I do. How many lives have I taken? How many lie beneath the ground because of my actions, my weapons, my men? Should I care? It is my duty and nothing more, certainly I would not kill had I not been appointed to... I think. Hm.

Tomorrow I am to accompany the dogs to the Shire. We are to station somewhere before Sherwood to try and flush out the outlaws. I think I shall pay a neighboring village a visit and I will put the fear of My Lord in them. I will kill again and I will feel nothing.

She seemed so unresponsive to my gifts, to my generosity. What am I doing wrong?

I've never met a woman as insufferable as Marian, and yet I still desire her.

She will love me, in time.

[He fidgeted on the couch, annoyed but grateful he was no longer naked. The labcoat didn't fit him properly and he'd have to apologize for busting a seam in the sleeve; it was clearly meant for a woman and he was far from that. Cuddy had said she'd be home soon and he was feeling anxious. It'd been a day or two since he changed back but that desperate need to return home was absent- even he noticed it but now it seemed more imperativer to see Lisa home, to make sure she was alright and to sort out some clothes.]

[Eros and Blackout 'kidnapped' Cuddy and Gispup and brought them back to Chile-- Eros has taken Cuddy out clubbing so she can have some fun and now Blackout is left to take care of the unruley puppymon.]

[He'd scrambled under a table, glancing this way and that, hackles rising as he waited to be found. Didn't want to be touched or held or any of it, just left alone.]

People have started changing back.... [Irritated noise] Why haven't I?

.... What is a "ball"?

He came back. He came back and had the gaul to embarrass my Lord.

Alas, he is an outlaw now, because of his actions. Fool. What of his land? His people? They will be mine. I will ask m'Lord if he will let me takes the dogs out to Sherwood tomorrow. Would seem fit to hunt him down with creatures as low as he.

Do you hear that, Locksley? I'm coming.


[Locked to self // Hackable with effort]
He was not pleased with my absence. Was generous with his punishment. Foolish to... let my loyalties waiver, if but for a second. I shall sooner cut out my tongue than call another man my Lord; he has given me too much, been too merciful for me to give his title freely to others.

I cannot... I cannot bear to fail him, again.
[/Locked]

I feel disgusting. No bath can wash this away.