Modern AU Will Scarlett-In the midst of WWI

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[reincarnshaman]

Someone who might be helpful is standing near the door bitterly complaining to a black cat in a thick Corkish accent. The cat is ignoring him, as cats do. He's not wearing and sort of strange clothes, just slacks and a button down shirt today. And his hair is quite bright red.

[will_scarlett]

Will looks over at the man and cat, the man's far too clean,

"Shoulna 'ave a cat down 'ere."

[reincarnshaman]

"You tell that to her, like. She comes and goes where she pleases, the gowler."

At that, the cat swipes at his hand not enough to scratch though, just enough to show her irritation.

"Oi. You look like shite."

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, why dinna ye?"

He keeps nervously moving his rifle from hand to hand, he knows about magic and hidden places. Have to growing up around Sherwood, but he never thought he'd ever find one and not in the hell of the trenches.

[semper_oorah]

"Well, you look like shit," says a girl who doesn't look much better. She's got dust instead of mud and a different uniform, that's all.

She's cleaning the bayonet; rifle on the table, next to the handgun.

The fact that she's a girl is really only obvious by her voice - with her stocky frame, the uniform, and crew-cut black hair, she's pretty much androgynous.

[will_scarlett]

He turns at the voice and the blinks as he realizes the soldier's a woman,

"Aye, tis France, what the 'ell else would I look like?"

[semper_oorah]

A woman, American, and Latina to boot.

"France for you. Outside my door, it's fuckin' Saudi Arabia."

[will_scarlett]

"War's gotten o'er there?"

Maybe the Yanks have gotten themselves into a mess, they're good at that.

[hermit_of]

When he comes in, another young man - perhaps a bit older than Will, with reddish-brown hair and sharp brown eyes - is on his feet. He knows that look, you see, from experience he'd just as soon forget.
"Oh, now, this won't do at all," he says. "No one's going to attack you here, I can assure you of that."

(OOC: I will likely need insta-slowtime, but I couldn't resist tossing my own Great War veteran at him. Aidan is post-war, though, for what that's worth.)

[will_scarlett]

(OOC: I'm all for slowtimes.)

Will turns to the voice, his rifle in his hands, "Who says?"

[hermit_of]

"Well, you're not in the trenches, for one thing. They were never this clean or comfortable." Aidan's got an American accent (with faint traces of Irish, thanks to his family); depending on his year, this may strike Will as slightly odd. And if a shadow passes over his eyes when he mentions the trenches... well.
These things happen.
"If anyone did try something to that effect, I rather think they'd be in for more trouble than you would."

[will_scarlett]

"Nay, but where am I?"

The Yanks aren't in the war yet, but he's heard them talk sometimes, all sound different.