♞ five

[sir_stabby]

[Guy wheels himself through the castle halls in his shiny new wheelchair (the last one having met an untimely demise after he threw it at someone during that "rave" - he's very sorry about that, by the way...) with a black messenger bag filled with random junk slung over his shoulder. He's just escaped... er, been released from the clinic after a

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[lady_maz]

[Marian, still in the clinic, hears his voice from her journal.]

Are you lost, Guy?

[sir_stabby]

[Hearing Marian's voice coming from the journal, Guy smiles. "Lost?" She asks? I've been lost since the day I was born he thinks, shaking his head...]

No... er... yes... er... No, it's is just that my bedchamber seems to be missing...

[lady_maz]

[Arch an eyebrow and smiles.]

Where did you use to live? There's a note here for me saying I live in the Gaudium Tower...

[sir_stabby]

[Guy cracks a lop-sided grin. Marian lives in the Gaudium Tower. Good to know. He thinks, as he makes a mental note of her address.]

I used to live on the seventh floor, in the first room by the stairs. But now, my nameplate is gone and I don't even think I can fit my wheelchair through the door.

[He sighs.]

The castle hates me, Marian. First those "nerf" swords, and now this...

[lady_maz]

The castle doesn't hate you, Guy. This isn't Nottingham. [Reassuring.]

Hmmmm, there must have been a note for you too. Is it in your bag? I can look around in the clinic... [Voice fades as she starts looking around.]

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[Guy paws around in his bag, but finds nothing. He groans pitifully.]

I know this is not Nottingham, but it still feels like there is a creepy little man watching over everything and tormenting us every chance that he gets. [He groans, his head falling into his hands.] I think this is what happens when people like the Sheriff die, Marian. They get sucked into strange worlds and end up as castles so they can continue tormenting people.

[Grabbing the nerf sword out of his bag, Guy starts stabbing the wall of the castle furiously, but pathetically.] Die, evil tormenting thing. [He says, deadpan.]

[lady_maz]

[Kindly but sternly.] Guy, stop that! Let sleeping dogs lie, alright? And put down the... sword... [Close to laughter.] Sorry, sorry Guy... I'll keep looking, I bet the note is here somewhere...

[sir_stabby]

[Guy grudgingly sticks his rubber sword back in his bag. Marian is right, after all - his pathetic excuse for a sword would not destroy such evil. But a catapult might. Or even a trebuchet. Guy muses about lots of happy destruction before another brilliant idea finally dawns on him. He grins mischievously.]

Perhaps... the Nightwatchman could aid a poor, tormented knight in his search?

[Rescue me, my love. He thinks, still grinning.]

[lady_maz]

[Marian is busy grinning silently as she envisions Guy in his wheelchair, waving that useless, bendy sword. Quite a little trebuchet, isn't he? The memory of how bendy the sword actually was almost makes her giggle out loud. Then she sees the other sword, the one he wished for her, and can't stop a snort from escaping. She hides it with a fake cough.

His next word makes her sit up straight in her own wheelchair.]

Wha - who!?

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The Nightwatchman. [He repeats, smirking.] Perhaps if I had the Nightwatchman to guide me around, the castle would become intimidated by her... er... his brilliant, shining goodness and make my bedchamber reappear?

[lady_maz]

[Marian grins despite her better judgement. She's not used to this, not at all. No-one has ever encouraged her, least of all Guy. Well, that was before... Next to the hilarious sword is the brown leather mask.]

The Nightwatchman has both a steed on wheels AND a sword...

[Her reply is playful.]

[sir_stabby]

[A steed on wheels? And a sword? Guy pulls his own sword back out and gazes at it curiously, knowing full well that Marian's sword is exactly like his: foam rubber and fairly useless for EVERYTHING. He then looks down at his own "steed," before snorting with laughter. We really ARE in trouble, aren't we, he thinks.]

The helpless... and quite handsome if I do say so myself... knight awaits the Nightwatchman's generous aid, and hopes that he will find his way to the seventh floor safely and help the...er... helpless knight. Or something like that.

[Guy smiles, hoping that sounded playful enough. He's not used to this sort of thing, after all...]

[lady_maz]

[At least it's safe to giggle openly. Guy, you're so full of yourself, she thinks. And in the depth of her mind she knows that he know that little button that will make her rise to a challenge and he knows how to push it. And he knows that she knows. And she knows that he knows that - ]

Oh, sod it! I'm, eh, the Nightwatchman's coming, Guy!

[Mask on? Check. Sword in hand? Check. Steed on wheels ready? Check. Marian's out the door and on the way to the seventh floor.]

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[When Guy sees the Nightwatchman wheel herself off of the elevator, he begins to wonder how he never realized the Nightwatchman was really Marian all along. Boobies. Guy thinks, ogling her chest. Wonderful, luscious boobies. How did I ever miss THOSE before? There was also that lovely smell - roses - that Marian had, even in her disguise. He breathed it in, smilingly happily before suddenly throwing himself backward in his wheelchair, and poking his tongue out.]

Help...me. [He moaned, trying to act injured.] Please...

[Guy tries not to laugh. He has not played like this since he was a small child...]

[lady_maz]

[I've never giggled so much as I've had these last days in Paradisa, Marian thinks when she sees Guy trying to look 'injured' on floor seven. Oh, no - not so easy, Sir Guy. She rolls over and pulls out her fake sword.]

You knave! [Hissing.] This is surely a trap! En garde, unless you are a coward on flat wheels!

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Gotcha! [He yells, smirking at her as he pulls out his own nerf sword. He hits at her sword clumsily, snorting with laughter as the swords bend to and fro.]

I shall vanquish you, Nightwatchman! [He says, trying to sound as serious as possible.] Mark my words!

[Suddenly, Guy drops his nerf sword, and doubles over with laughter. It feels so good to just...play, he thinks]