[When Guy arrives at the well, he is on alert, watching for any sign of movement or danger. He sniffs the cool air cautiously, as the fur on his back bristles and stands straight up. He has heard this place is a sanctuary; however, he still doesn't trust it. His mind has been trained from his years as a knight and master-at-arms, and he knows that a great place to set a trap is in a place of safety.
It doesn't help that he feels strange all over, either. He had heard stories about the so-called "dead zone," and that people are affected by it. He would've never believed if he wasn't experiencing it for himself. He feels as if something deep inside him is screaming, telling him to run away from this place - to run back to the castle. The fear is almost overpowering, but he does his best to ignore it. After all, there is something here he desperately wishes to see: a great, magical tree.
It seems every world has some sort of story about a great, magical tree. He thinks, remembering the old Norse stories his mother used to tell him and
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[A puppy?! Guy thinks, eyeing her strangely. He then makes an odd coughing sound - a slight chuckle for him. Puppies are not usually hung as heavily as I am, milady...
Guy thinks for a moment, and then nudges her hand gently with his long snout. However, if you'll perform that oh-so-wonderful scratching behind the ears thing, I might be willing to forgive you for the "puppy comment."
He nudges her hand once more. Please...? He thinks...]
[Oooooooh yes... yes... that's the spot... He thinks, shuddering at the wonderful scratching. His tongue hangs out, lolling back and forth. You are very, VERY good at this, milady...
Suddenly, his journal, which has shrank itself at least half its normal size, falls out of the pocket on the yellow bandanna Guy wears around his neck. It flips open to an empty page, and slowly, words begin to appear - the thoughts of a man-turned-wolf...]
MAH NAYM IZ GUY. GUY UV GISBORNE. IZ RLY MAN, BUT CASTLE TURND ME INTO WOLF. [Guy growls lowly, staring at the words the journal has printed out onto the page.] MAH APOLOGIEZ - TEH JOURNAL TRANSLATEZ MAH THOUGHTZ VRY BADLY. IZ ANNOYING...
I ORIGINALLY COME FRUM NOTTINGHAM, ENGLAND - WUZ OUTLAW WIF ROBIN HOOD. AN YES, IM HOPIN TO EXPLORE TEH WELL. I HAS HERD STORIEZ BOUT WELLS AN MYSTICAL TREEZ - I CANT HALP BUT WONDR IF SOMEHOW, DIS CUD BE WAY HOME...
That's, uh...Wow, I'm sorry for kind of jumping on you. You remind me a little of my babies back home. Not you-you, just the dog, wolf...um...I'm Harley Quinn.
[She offers a hand, looks at it and takes it back.]
[Guy wags his tail, and then extends his large paw for her to shake. More words begin to appear in his journal.]
NICE TO MEET U, LADY HARLEY. IZ OKAY. REALLY. STOOPID CASTLE AN ITZ STOOPID PRANKZ. [Guy shakes his furry head.] IM NOT QUITE SURE WUT IT HOPEZ TO ACCOMPLISH BY DIS TRANZFORMASHUN, BUT... IT NICE BEIN ABLE TO RUN AROUND SO FREELY AGAIN.
[Guy thinks about the injuries he is still trying to heal from, and the wheelchair that has kept him trapped since his arrival in Paradisa. He whines sadly.]
YOU HAS DOGS AT HOME? YOU MUST MISS THEM GREATLY... [He pauses, hoping his words about her "babies" does not upset her.] IM NOT SO SURE WHY I ARE SO ADAMANT TO FIND WAY HOME. THAR IZ NOTHIN WAITIN FOR ME THAR, EXCEPT DATE WIF EXECUSHUNR. BUT, MAYBE IF I CAN HALP OTHERS FIND THEIR WAY HOME, I CAN CONTINUE TO ABSOLVE MYSELF FOR... MY PAST CRIMEZ.
[Guy pauses, hanging his head and looking quite ashamed. He then takes a deep breath, and continues...]I HAS HERD STORIEZ FRUM MAH HOME, BOUT GREAT, MYSTICAL TREE DAT HELD LOTZ OF DIFFERENT
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[Guy isn't quite sure what "death row" is (he's from 1195,) but he assumes it has something to do with execution. He whines sadly.]
I...TRIED TO KILL PRINCE JOHN. I WUZ TO BE BEHEADED FOR IT, BUT I ESCAPD - THOUGH JUST BARELY. [A sudden chill runs down his spine as he recalls how close the executioner's axe had actually gotten to taking off his head.] I RAN INTO SHERWOOD FOREST AN ENDED UP OUTLAW. I TRIED FIGHTIN BAK, BUT I WUZ KILLD IN DA PROCESS. WHEN I AWOKE, I FINDZ MYSELF HERE...
[He whines again.]
THAR IZ NO HOPE FOR ME. I USED TO BE VILLAIN. IZ WANTED BY BOTH SIDEZ. IF I GO BAK, AN THEY EVR DISCOVR IM STILL ALIVE, THEY WILL LIKELY HUNT ME DOWN AN TORCHUR ME TO DEATH.
[Guy cuddles up to Harley - the hug is quite nice, after all.]
WHUT BOUT YOU, LADY HARLEY? DO YOU WISH TO GO HOME?
If I'm thinking what you're thinking, Prince John was a prick so you actually did a good deed trying to kill him.
[Not exactly comforting, Harley.]
But you shouldn't think you'll die. I did a lot of stupid things back home. I was locked up for it too. But I did my time and got out. The cops still harrass me a lot, but they can't throw me back in the slammer.
[Still not comforting.]
There's hope, you'll see. Maybe there's a good reason why you're here. Cruel and unusual punishment by the castle aside.
[That's...a little better. Still terrible, though. She'll just shut up and keep hugging.]
It doesn't help that he feels strange all over, either. He had heard stories about the so-called "dead zone," and that people are affected by it. He would've never believed if he wasn't experiencing it for himself. He feels as if something deep inside him is screaming, telling him to run away from this place - to run back to the castle. The fear is almost overpowering, but he does his best to ignore it. After all, there is something here he desperately wishes to see: a great, magical tree.
It seems every world has some sort of story about a great, magical tree. He thinks, remembering the old Norse stories his mother used to tell him and ( ... )
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Hey, look, a puppy!
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[A puppy?! Guy thinks, eyeing her strangely. He then makes an odd coughing sound - a slight chuckle for him. Puppies are not usually hung as heavily as I am, milady...
Guy thinks for a moment, and then nudges her hand gently with his long snout. However, if you'll perform that oh-so-wonderful scratching behind the ears thing, I might be willing to forgive you for the "puppy comment."
He nudges her hand once more. Please...? He thinks...]
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[She scratches him behind the ears. He's not Bud or Lou, but he'll do for now.]
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Suddenly, his journal, which has shrank itself at least half its normal size, falls out of the pocket on the yellow bandanna Guy wears around his neck. It flips open to an empty page, and slowly, words begin to appear - the thoughts of a man-turned-wolf...]
MAH NAYM IZ GUY. GUY UV GISBORNE. IZ RLY MAN, BUT CASTLE TURND ME INTO WOLF. [Guy growls lowly, staring at the words the journal has printed out onto the page.] MAH APOLOGIEZ - TEH JOURNAL TRANSLATEZ MAH THOUGHTZ VRY BADLY. IZ ANNOYING...
I ORIGINALLY COME FRUM NOTTINGHAM, ENGLAND - WUZ OUTLAW WIF ROBIN HOOD. AN YES, IM HOPIN TO EXPLORE TEH WELL. I HAS HERD STORIEZ BOUT WELLS AN MYSTICAL TREEZ - I CANT HALP BUT WONDR IF SOMEHOW, DIS CUD BE WAY HOME...
[Guy whines, then hangs his furry head.]
FORGIV ME, I DID NOT YET ASK UR NAYM, MILADY...
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YOU'RE A MAN?!
[See Harley's hands jerk back.]
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That's, uh...Wow, I'm sorry for kind of jumping on you. You remind me a little of my babies back home. Not you-you, just the dog, wolf...um...I'm Harley Quinn.
[She offers a hand, looks at it and takes it back.]
So...you really think we might get home this way?
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NICE TO MEET U, LADY HARLEY. IZ OKAY. REALLY. STOOPID CASTLE AN ITZ STOOPID PRANKZ. [Guy shakes his furry head.] IM NOT QUITE SURE WUT IT HOPEZ TO ACCOMPLISH BY DIS TRANZFORMASHUN, BUT... IT NICE BEIN ABLE TO RUN AROUND SO FREELY AGAIN.
[Guy thinks about the injuries he is still trying to heal from, and the wheelchair that has kept him trapped since his arrival in Paradisa. He whines sadly.]
YOU HAS DOGS AT HOME? YOU MUST MISS THEM GREATLY... [He pauses, hoping his words about her "babies" does not upset her.] IM NOT SO SURE WHY I ARE SO ADAMANT TO FIND WAY HOME. THAR IZ NOTHIN WAITIN FOR ME THAR, EXCEPT DATE WIF EXECUSHUNR. BUT, MAYBE IF I CAN HALP OTHERS FIND THEIR WAY HOME, I CAN CONTINUE TO ABSOLVE MYSELF FOR... MY PAST CRIMEZ.
[Guy pauses, hanging his head and looking quite ashamed. He then takes a deep breath, and continues...]I HAS HERD STORIEZ FRUM MAH HOME, BOUT GREAT, MYSTICAL TREE DAT HELD LOTZ OF DIFFERENT ( ... )
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[Have Harley hugging the puppy-wolf-man from the sheer horror]
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I...TRIED TO KILL PRINCE JOHN. I WUZ TO BE BEHEADED FOR IT, BUT I ESCAPD - THOUGH JUST BARELY. [A sudden chill runs down his spine as he recalls how close the executioner's axe had actually gotten to taking off his head.] I RAN INTO SHERWOOD FOREST AN ENDED UP OUTLAW. I TRIED FIGHTIN BAK, BUT I WUZ KILLD IN DA PROCESS. WHEN I AWOKE, I FINDZ MYSELF HERE...
[He whines again.]
THAR IZ NO HOPE FOR ME. I USED TO BE VILLAIN. IZ WANTED BY BOTH SIDEZ. IF I GO BAK, AN THEY EVR DISCOVR IM STILL ALIVE, THEY WILL LIKELY HUNT ME DOWN AN TORCHUR ME TO DEATH.
[Guy cuddles up to Harley - the hug is quite nice, after all.]
WHUT BOUT YOU, LADY HARLEY? DO YOU WISH TO GO HOME?
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If I'm thinking what you're thinking, Prince John was a prick so you actually did a good deed trying to kill him.
[Not exactly comforting, Harley.]
But you shouldn't think you'll die. I did a lot of stupid things back home. I was locked up for it too. But I did my time and got out. The cops still harrass me a lot, but they can't throw me back in the slammer.
[Still not comforting.]
There's hope, you'll see. Maybe there's a good reason why you're here. Cruel and unusual punishment by the castle aside.
[That's...a little better. Still terrible, though. She'll just shut up and keep hugging.]
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