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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Jan 2, 2012 0:25:49 GMT -5
I agree with Silv, it wouldn't work if the two were actually nice to each other. XD
I'm sure Lovi will try, but will he really succeed it the big unknown. XD ...Oh Lovi, calm down, I'm just kidding. I'm sure you'll be fine and get your revenge! *mouths to the others: He won't. and giggles madly*
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Jan 2, 2012 0:32:22 GMT -5
I doubt there are few things he hasn't seen considering Turkey's seemes to be older than a lot of the nations...at least physically older.
They day that those two actually like each other is the day that hell freezes over.
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Post by Carina Jones on Jan 2, 2012 0:37:45 GMT -5
*snickers* Yeah, They won't tell me anything even though technically there should be a bit about that here (where I've skipped ahead xD), but Vene's definitely indicating that he won't let Lovi get away with everything he wants to do.
I think this is going to be one of my favorite parts *giggling* 'cause I just realized I can finish this 'cause Vene already talked out the other changed needed here weeks ago. And you all have to wait to see it *evil laughter*
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Post by Carina Jones on Jan 2, 2012 12:55:05 GMT -5
Part 5 ~~~
The sheriff burst into Prince John’s bathing chamber with his head held high, filled with his own sense of importance. He walked over to the tub completely ignoring the four servants surrounding the tub and the metal pipes they held with one end in the water, and the other to their lips. John was still wearing his crown, even in his tub and the little yellow chick that seemed to be with him everywhere was on his right shoulder…
“Sire, I simply must speak wiz you.” Seeing bubbles in the water he gave a suspicious sniff.
“Vhat are you smelling?” John gave the blond a confused look. “These aren't mein bubbles.” He said clearly offended at the idea that they could be, “They're from the pipes.” He said gesturing sharply at the pipes that the sheriff had previously failed to notice.
The blond shook his head – lustrous blond locks somehow falling back into place perfectly - , dismissing the off topic conversation and leaned on the edge of the stone bath to speak with John. “Mon Ami, I ‘ave terrible news. Strucky ‘as loxed again!” He said, his tone distressed.
“Vhat?” John looked at him in confusion, his little bird tipping it’s head and letting out a soft peep.
The sheriff closed his eyes and took a deep breath; this speech dyslexia was really getting irritating. “Loxley ‘as struck again.”
“Oh.” John cleared his throat and spoke to the servants. “Ve’re gonna need some privacy. So you un-awesome people can blow.” He said, waving a hand at them in dismissal. Instead they increased their efforts and the amount of bubbles in the tub doubled. John sighed in irritation. “Nein! Not blow, blow! Abfahren!” He shouted exasperatedly. Good help was so hard to find these days!
The servants finally removed the pipes from the water and departed.
John looked up to the heavens as if praying for assistance for a moment before dropping his head into his hands, crown miraculously somehow not falling from his white locks and into the water. “I'm so bedrückt.” ((depressed))
The blond looked at him sympathetically before suddenly thinking of something to cheer his friend up. “Your Majesté, come wiz me. I will show to you somezing zat will make you très heureux! C'est une merveille qui est très 'awesome'.” ((Very happy. It’s a wonder that is "awesome"))
John looked up at his friend Red eyes bright and a slight smirk upon his lips. Now there was the Prince that the Sheriff knew so well.
The blond smirked, turning and shouting to the servants, “Fetch ze royal robe!” Then he paused for a moment confused, “Mon Ami, stop me eef I am incorrect, but is not your oisillon... usually on your other shoulder?” He said in confusion.
Red eyes blinked up at their companion incredulously, “I have ein Küken?”
((Both should mean something like little bird or chick))
~~~
When they got outside red eyes regarded the giant piece of equipment that his friend was sitting on with both amazement and incomprehension. “Vhat is it?”
“C'est ce que we ‘ave named a ‘Stealth Catapult’. We ‘ave been working on it secretly for months.” The blond man said smirking victoriously. “Eet can ‘url one of zese ‘eavy boulders undetected over an ‘undred yards, completely destroying anyzing eet ‘its.
A giant grin stole over the albino prince’s face. “Wunderbar! How does it vork?”
“Eet's quite simple, really.” The blond man said with a nod. First you take one of zese ‘eavy rocks and put eet here where I am sitting. Zen you pull zat lever.” He said gesturing first to his seat on the catapult and then to the level that would be used to activate the mechanism.
The red eyed prince smirked, “You mean like this?” He asked cheekily pulling the lever.
The sheriff screamed like a little girl as he was launched up and away into the sky.
~~~
In the tower Latrine was kneeling at the foot of her bed praying.
“Oh, dear Lord... if you see fit to send me m-”
Just as she was about to finish the line there was a sudden crash and the ceiling gave way in a shower of dirt and splinters as the sheriff with his immaculate blond hair smashed through, falling onto her bed.
The brunette smirked looking up to the heavens, “Köszönöm!” ((Thank you!))
The sheriff looked in horror at the woman kneeling at the end of the bed, his thankfulness for a coming through it alive dispelled as quickly as it arrived. Latrine grinned jumping onto the man and pinning him, knowing how badly it would frighten him.
“Oh, my God! Oh, my God, you're here! Let me work magic on you.” She said, her hands all over him, giving the Blond just a slight taste of what his victims usually experience, “Kiss me! Kiss me! Touch me!”
The blond first whimpered but soon started shouting “Non! Non! My back! I ‘ave got a ‘eadache.” He squeaked, throwing her off of him and fleeing the room.
“Where are you going?” She called after him, pouting as he escaped, “Oh, bugger!” She sighed, “Well at least I have some new details for my Yaoi fanfiction.”
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Post by Carina Jones on Jan 2, 2012 13:51:33 GMT -5
Part 6 ~~~
Suddenly a cart driven by a man with violet eyes and wavy blond hair came into view along the path to the Merry Mafia’s camp. The cart was being pulled by a surprisingly docile large white bear. The man sighed as he looked down at the bear who was weaving all over the pathway. “I don't like the way you're walking. You've been into the sacramental wine again. You're farshnoshket!” He shouted, the bear gave an irritable sounding growl, “You drunken bear, you.”
Just then the cart and driver met up with the Merry Mafia famiglia blocking the road. “Whoa, Morris! Whoa!” He said pulling on the reigns, calling the bear to a stop.
“Ve~ Halt there, friend.” Vene said pleasantly from where he was standing upon a large boulder in order to stand higher than the others so he could see. “You've just entered the territory of Robin Hood and his Merry Famiglia.”
Looking around, and seeing only men in the blockade group the wavy haired main asked, “Faigelehs?” he said, holding his hand out flat wand rocking it side to side.
“Only some of us.” Vene chirped with a smile, “Mostly just merry.”
“Azoy? And who might you be with the Felicia Daisy on your hat?”
“Ve~ I am Robin of Loxley.” Vene said with a slight bow.
“Robin of Loxley?” The man said in surprise, “I've just come from Maid Marian, the lady whose heart you stole. You prince of thieves, you.” He said waggling his eyebrows.
Vene wondered what was up with this man. All he had done was flirt with her a little it wasn’t like either of them had taken it seriously. He jumped off the rock and walked over to the cart, listening to the rest of the man’s tale.
“I knew her parents before they were taken in the plague...” The man recited sadly, “Lord and Lady Bagelle. You and Maid Marian were meant for each other. What a combination! Loxley and Bagelle. Can't miss.”
Vene blinked; apparently he was expected to have a relationship with Maid Marian? That was silly, ve. They had barely ever met! And he loved his Lovi!
“And who are you, sir?” Vene asked, trying not to show his irritation at this assumption that he must love Marian just because of a little harmless teasing.
“I am Rabbi Tuckman,” The man said seriously, “purveyor of sacramental wine,” here he indicated the clearly marked barrels upon his cart, “and mohel extraordinaire.” He finished proudly, but with a slight twitching of his lips as if he found this humorous.
“Hello, rabbi.” The men greeted pleasantly. Will and a couple of the young ladies from the Merry Famiglia finally making their way over to see what was going on.
“Hello, boys.” He noticed the ladies approaching, “and girls.”
“Mohel? Ve~ I've never heard of that profession.” Vene said.
“Mohel? He's a very important guy. He makes circumcisions.” Rabbi Tuckman explained importantly.
“What, pray tell, sir, is a circumcision?” Asked little John in confusion.
“It's the latest rage.” Again the rabbi’s lips twitched as he spoke, “The ladies love it.” He whispered with a wink.
Several of the boys suddenly spoke up claiming that they wanted one. Vene was more hesitant because the Rabbi hadn’t really said what it was, but he said anyway, “Ve~ I guess I'm game. How's it done?”
“It's a snap.” The man said reaching over to grab something off his cart, “I take my little machine.” He said, showing them a miniature guillotine, “I take your little thing. See? I put it into this little hole here,” He said, taking a carrot and placing it through the hole beneath the blade, “and nip the tip.” He said dropping the blade. The boys winced. “Who's first?” Asked the Rabbi with a smile.
“I-I changed my mind, da.” Little John said quietly.
“I forgot, I already got one.” Another voice piped up from the back.
Blinkin grinned raising his hand “Question...”
Lovi scowled and kicked the taller man in the shin forcing him take down his hand to tend to his injury.
“I gotta work with a much younger crowd.” The Rabbi said with a sigh.
Vene nearly giggled at that, “Ve~ Rabbi, you seem to be on the side of good. Will you join us and share your wisdom your counsel and, ve~, perhaps ...some of your wine?” He said, looking up at the man with a bright smile. Behind him his new famiglia laughed happily at the suggestion.
“Well,” the Rabbi said tapping his chin, “wisdom and counsel, that's easy. But this is sacramental wine. It's only used to bless things.” He explained earnestly. He watched as they people all groaned in disappointment before smirking and adding, “Wait a minute! There's things here. There's trees, there's rocks, there's birds, there's squirrels. Come on! We'll bless them all until we get farshnoshket!” He said gesturing around before standing and passing the barrels off of the cart and to the men. “Join me!”
“Ve~ let’s hear it for the rabbi!” Vene cheered, the others cheering along with him as they took the barrels and carried them off.
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Post by Sadiq Adnan on Jan 2, 2012 15:49:20 GMT -5
Lovi will take any chance he can get to hit Blinkin. This is great kitty, keep up the good work
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Post by Carina Jones on Jan 2, 2012 17:59:23 GMT -5
AN: Part 7 (Part 8 is going to be fun~ ^-^ ) I think my Mental Hamish may have lost his mind a little… ~~~
It was finally time. A certain Red-Haired man smirked evilly. Finally it was time for him to get his revenge. He would show those little Italians what happens when you mess with Scotland! How dare they screw with his spell so that it did something strange! But now, not he would finally get his chance to meet the Sherriff of Rottingham (who had a nice ass) and put into play his diabolical plot to rid the world of the irritating Italian famiglia... He would beat them at their own game, for now he was the man with the most powerful mob in the world!
He was Don Giovanni! The mafioso from Jersey! Hamish smirked watching the blond haired sheriff sashayed into the room.
“Bonne soirée, Don Giovanni.” The blond said, taking his seat, a slight smile on his face.
“Buona sera,” Hamish replied taking off his hat. The Italian words felt like acid on his tongue. “Guid forenicht.”
“Oui, Eet was très bien of you to come at such short notice. And all ze way from Jersay.” The sheriffs tone was laced with admiration. He hadn’t expected the man to make it here so quickly on such short notice.
“Weel it's ferr a take the motor.” Hamish said with a nod. ((Well, it is quite a drive.))
“Oui,” The blond nodded, “But you do realize zat Prince Jean expressly commanded zis to be a secret meeting?”
Hamish absently reached over to pat the lizard he had brought with him as a pet. Never mind that it was his own brother under a curse.
“I mean, ‘ou are zese two?” He demanded pointing at Hamish’s companions.
“Thae ur mah trusted associates. Oan mah richt, Dirty Ezio.” He pointed to a short Italian girl who resembled Robin of Loxley, but without a smile and only staring blankly ahead. “Oan mah left Filthy Luca.” He pointed to a man with a scar over his left eye, his other eye was bright blue and held a spark of mischif. “Noo-” ((Now))
“We thank you for inviting us on the day of your daughter's wedding.”
Hamish scowled as Filthy Luca interrupted him, growling. “No, no…”
But Luca continued anyway, “I hope her first child is a masculine child.”
“Clam up. ((Shut up.)) We didnae huv oor meetin yet.” Hamish growled shooting Luca a glare.
The man shot him an unrepentant grin. “Oh, yeah.”
“Och aye.” Hamish sniped back at him, “Neist time juist keep yer gob shut or ah will shut it fur ye.” ((Next time just keep your mouth shut or I'll shut it for you.)) He sighed and turned back to the blond, “A' right...I ken ye'v bin bothered by this fruit, Robin Hood. 'n' yi'll waant Robin rubbed oot, eliminated, mibbie even murdurred.” ((All right...I understand you've been bothered by this fruit, Robin Hood. And you want Robin rubbed out, eliminated, maybe even killed.))
“Oui, you put eet succinctly.” The blond said nodding.
“Sook whit?” ((Suck what?)) Hamish asked, oh he knew perfectly well, but he wanted to see how the other would react.
“Succinctly. Eet means ‘perfectly’.”
“Och, aye. Ah ken that.” Hamish smirked and the blond man blushed.
“E-excusez-moi, Don Giovanni,” He stuttered as he tried to change the topic, blue eyes locking onto the reptile that Hamish was holding with care, “Your lizard seems limp.”
Hamish just smirked. “At mah age, ye ken, whiles ((sometimes)).” The blond man’s face went redder.
“Z-zat ees not-” He stammered out his denial
“Och, mah lizard!” Hamish grinned brightly, “He's juist sleeping, that's a'.” He called trying to wake the lizard (formerly his brother). Dylan, Dylan! Dylan!” He huffed before, looking up to the ceiling declaring, “Ah cuid huv bin somebody.I cuid huv bin a contender.”
He wasn’t quite sure what came over him to make him say that. It was strange and he looked down embarrassed just in time to catch a face full of Dylan’s lizard breath.
“You ken, Dylan's, Dylan’s git ill breath.” And then Dylan peed on him. Hamish glared at the lizard as he put him down on the ground, real nice stunt to pull Dylan.
“He git excited, ye ken. C'moan. Come ower 'ere Ezio.” He called over the brunette with the vacant expression and wiped his urine covered hand on the front of her clothes. The blond looked more than a little disgusted and Hamish frowned angrily.
“Normally, ah wid be sae happy tae be o' service tae ye. Bit thare is something that weighs heavily oan mah hert. In th' years that we've bin mukkers ((Friends)), Englain 'n' Jersey. Ne'er Wance huv ye invited me tae yer hame fur coffee 'n' cake. Or ganool. Something, ye ken?” Hamish said, looking genuinely distressed.
“A g-what?” The blond asked in confusion.
“A ganool. Tis a pastry wi' stuffing. 'n' tis git sprinkles oan it.” Hamish tried to explain.
“Excusez-moi. I don't understand a word you are saying.” The blond said in exasperation.
When Hamish thought about it and realized why he could have slapped himself.
“Ah juist git back frae th' dentist 'n' thay left in th' cotton.” He mumbled, removing the cotton from his mouth with his clean hand and passing them over to Luca.
“I will take these cotton balls from you with my hand and put them in my pocket.” Luca said in a serious tone; however he was grinning in spite of himself, doing exactly that as he spoke.
“Whatever.” Hamish huffed waving him off.
“Your other associate says very little.” The Sheriff said, seeming to notice this fact for the first time.
Hamish shrugged. “She says hee haw ((nothing)).”
“Why is that?” He asked genuinely curious.
“Fur ((because)) mah enemy cut oot her tongue.” Hamish lied with a grin. In truth the young Italian woman said nothing because he had spelled her to not make a sound not long before he managed to get a spell to work to put her under his control. She would be the weapon to destroy her own family. He cackled a bit inside his mind.
Hamish grinned as the blond jumped shouting incredulously. “Good grief! Why?”
“Fur she gaed ((went)) lik' this.” Hamish said, illustrating putting his hands up thumbs in his ears and wiggling his fingers, “Nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah! 'n' he didnae lik' it, sae he cut oot her tongue.” He finished matter of factly. Then he broke out in a grin, “Come ower 'ere.” He called her over, “Gang lik' this.” He clicked his tongue, she did nothing and have him a blank stare. Hamish laughed. “She cannae dae it! ah loue tae tease her.”
The blond sheriff seemed to laugh despite himself before getting back down to business again. “Tell me, Don Giovanni. What will you do about Robin Hood?”
Hamish’s face took on a dark look, “Listen, A've git an idea. Th'morra ((tomorrow)), ye'r gaun tae huv yer medieval fin 'n' games. Th' maist important event wull be th' archery contest. Robin wilnae be able tae resist.”
“Why's that?”
Luca stepped in with the answer before Hamish could. “We'll make him an offer he can't refuse.”
“Ah wis juist gonnae say that.” Hamish said shooting the man a dirty look. Sometimes he wasn’t sure why he let him live.
“C'est magnifique!”
“Thank ye.” Hamish said with a smirk.
But then the sheriff hesitated, “But...”
“Whit?”
“You do realize that Robin is ze finest archer een ze land?”
Hamish just waved off his concerns, “Dinnae ye ken? Luca is guid, better, best. Shaw him yer archery medals.”
Lucka stood and opened his jacket, proudly displaying the various medals he had been awarded for taking first place in Archery contests all over.
“See? ah coudnae huv said it better myself. Noo, Luca beats Robin at th' archery contest 'n' then. Dirty Ezio mak's Robin na mair.”
The silent dead eyed girl pulled out a crossbow from holster.
“ ‘No more’?”
Hope laced the sheriffs tone and Hamish leaned across the table grinning as he replied. “Yi'll waant plain Sassenach? Robin is gonnae be deid. D-E-D. Deid.”
They toasted their immanent victory, laughing at the thought of this problem finally being removed…
~~~
Nearby Maid Marian had been able to overhear the conversation from her room. She rushed over to Bromhilde, clapping to turn the lights on as she went.
“You hear him there? Bromhilde! Bromhilde, wake up! There's a foul plot afoot.” She said shaking the other woman’s shoulders.
“It's not my feet. I just washed them!” Bromhilde sleepily replied.
“No, no, no! Prince John and the Sheriff have hired men to kill Robin. We must warn him!” Marian cried urgently turning to run to the door.
“Wait, Milady!” Bromhilde called out grabbing Marian’s arm stopping her. Marian turned back to dace her maid, “If Prince John should see us...”
“Right.” Marian said, she had almost forgotten that. “We'll go out the back.” She turned to leave again.
“Right.” Bromhilde agreed, getting out of bed. They both put on their robes and went out to the balcony where Marian had been listening to the conversation.
“Lady!” Marian called, climbing onto the edge of the balcony and then leaping down to land on the horse’s back just as soon as Lady had stopped in place. From there she turned to Bromhilde saying, “Bromhilde, I'm going on ahead. Catch me up!” She gave the reigns a light toss to get Lady moving. “Come on, lady.”
As soon as they were clear Bromhilde whistled sharply, calling over her own sturdy, is a bit temperamental, mount. “Farfelkugel!” While her mount moved into position she climbed onto the edge of the balcony. He gave a nervous snort, shaking his head. Obviously his human was insane. He stepped out of the way as she jumped, causing her to land on the ground instead.
She got up with some difficulty and walked over to Farfelkugel and holding his face she said angrily, “Farfelkugel... if I was you, I would never do that again! Any questions?” He snorted, shaking his head. “Good.”
She climbed up onto the saddle and urged him forward harshly. Someday that smart ass horse was going to get it for his tricks, but for now they galloped off to the forest following Marian and Lady to go warn Robin.
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Post by belbel on Jan 2, 2012 18:39:18 GMT -5
*giggle-snorts* Oh dear~ XD How on Earth are you going to do the next part? *still laughing*
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Post by Carina Jones on Jan 2, 2012 18:40:38 GMT -5
*grins* Shouldn't be too hard seeing as much much was done on it yesterday (before I managed this) xD
By the way, I wasn't sure how to describe Belgium... So she's Headband girl xD
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Post by belbel on Jan 2, 2012 18:41:41 GMT -5
*is excited to see it* I guessed she was Belgium. The others were New York and... I dunno? *oh the shame!*
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Post by Carina Jones on Jan 2, 2012 18:43:30 GMT -5
*Laughs*
Norway, Sweden, Finland, New York, Massachusetts, and Belgium.
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Post by belbel on Jan 2, 2012 18:44:21 GMT -5
Ooh~! *suddenly gets it*
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Post by Carina Jones on Jan 2, 2012 19:44:14 GMT -5
AN: Finally Part 8! I’m taking a break from this story for at least a week now *collapses*
~~~Meanwhile Back with the Famiglia~~~
Blinkin was standing atop the guard post apparently acting as lookout. How he had gotten up there was something that Vene couldn’t guess, being blind, the masked man must have had one hell of a time getting up the ladder. The funny part was that he was looking around as if he could actually see while holding a hand to his ear, although he entirely missed seeing Vene approaching on his horse at all so it was fairly obvious that his vision was lacking.
“Blinkin! What are you doing up there?” Vene asked startling the blind man
“Guessing…” Blinkin replied, fumbling for an answer, he had meant to be down before anyone could see him up there, “I... guess no one's coming.”
Vene sighed, “Ve~ please come down from there.” AS he rode off he shook his head, “So strange.” He muttered.
“Well, I guess there's a ladder around here somewhere.” Blinkin said, holding the railing and feeling around for the ladder, finding it with one hand he grasped it with the other and smiled. “Here we are. Right.”
He began to shift to be able to come down, double checking to ensure he could feel where the ladder was. However as he turned around and backed through the opening under the rail, he accidentally knocked the ladder down. Turning around he reached for the ladder that wasn’t there. Grasping only air he had a moment to mutter, “Oh, shit.” Before he tipped to far and fell, the rather significant distance, to the ground. He groaned in pain.
The masked man was more than a little irritated with himself. How could he have been so stupid? However he quickly reined it in, he could never be sure if Achoo was spying on him. And so instead of cursing he shouted, “I can see!”
He looked around as if his vision had been miraculously cured and then he started running to get back to the camp… and made sure to run right into a tree.
“I was wrong.” He muttered sadly. Before reaching his hands out to help him find his way to camp through the stars in his vision.
He really hoped that there had been someone there to see that. He would have hated to have gone through all that trouble for nothing.
~~~
Later in camp, Little John and Lovi and some of the other men were just finishing up on the port-a-potties and finishing fixing their tights.
“Haaaa, these are quite hard to get on.” Said Little John, pulling his tights up a little higher before exclaiming proudly, “Let's face it, you've got to be a man to wear tights.”
The ladies on the sidelines rolled their eyes, all thinking the same thing. ‘Men’.
“Achoo...how are my seams?” Little John said, turning around so Lovi could see, not that he was looking. He gave an irritated huff.
“They’re fine, stupido. Just perfect.”
The big man grinned, “Every time.”
He walked over to Lovi and gave him, an unwanted, high five as music started to play. The other men started to gather around Little John and Lovi to sing. ((I’ve changed some character’s locations…))
“We're the men, of the Mafia in tights.” They said, forming two lines one in front of the other. In the front row were Lovi, Blinkin, Little John, and the apple haired girl’s brother, Caleb. “We roam around the forest,” They held a hand up like a visor to their heads looking around, “Looking for fights.” They threw a punch, each making sure to not hit the others, however Little John had to dodge the Blinkin’s badly aimed punch and steady the other man.
“We're the men, of the Mafia in tights,” They continued, a slightly frowning Little John dragging the masked man around to keep him in line with the others, “We rob from the rich, and give some to the poor, that’s right!”
“We may look like sissies,” They sang forming pairs leaning against each other back to back. Little John with Caleb, and Blinkin pushed back to lean against a scowling Lovi. They suddenly jumped back upright and facing forward, “But watch what you say,” they pointed severely, “Or else we'll put out your lights.” This time Blinkin’s badly aimed punch landed squarely on Lovi’s jaw. He thought he saw the masked man smirking at him. If he was blind Lovi would eat his hat… and Vene’s too.
“We're the men, of the Mafia in tights. Always on guard, defending the people's rights.”
They started marching in place, steps quickening as the back line stepped up between the front into a single chorus line, linking arms. Caleb, Lucas –their only talented fighter -, Little John, Berwald - the intimidating blond man-, Blinkin, Tino- the smaller blond man-, and Lovi. Then they started singing “La” to the tune of the Cancan and doing high kicks before breaking back into their separate lines. As the men from the back line flipped backwards over the connected arms of the men from the first line before darting forward between them and then circling back to their own line in back.
As the music fell back into its previous rhythm they continued falling to their knees, “We're men. Manly men!” They struck muscle poses before stinging back up, “We're men in tights, Yes!” This time striking a father feminine pose, “We roam around the forest,” Again they held up their hand like a visor looking around, “Looking for fights,” They faced forward, looking prepared to defeat an invisible foe.
“We're the men, of the Mafia in tights” The said stepping sideways first to the right and then to the left, Little John again towing Blinkin along, “We rob from the rich,” They reached out as if taking a money bag from the rich, And give some to the poor,” They begrudgingly made a gesture of passing some of the wealth around, “That's right!”
“We may look like pansies,” They pretended to be ladies ruffling their skirts, the ladies on the sides were NOT amused, “But don't get us wrong, Or else we'll put out your lights.” This time Little John was not able to dodge, but the punch barely even seemed to effect the large man.
“We're the men, of the Mafia in tights. Tight tights! Always on guard defending the people's rights! When you're in a fix, just pay for the men in tights! We're butch!” They finished, striking manly poses again before they split into their separate groups and wandered off.
Lovi shot Blinkin a look that clearly said that he would be watching him… Just one more slip up and then he would be able to prove to Vene that the man was not as blind as he wanted them to believe…
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The first that was known of their approach to the camp was the sound of their horses trudging along the path. It wasn’t long after that the horses and their riders themselves came into view. In the lead was the lovely Maid Marian wearing a purple robe and riding upon her horse of purest white, and following behind her was Bromhilde on her sturdy brown horse.
“Ve~ Marion!” Vene greeted approaching the beautiful redhead to help her down from her horse. She gratefully accepted his help smiling brightly. She couldn’t help but be cheerful with his bright personality around.
“Here. Allow me to help you, da.” Said little John approaching Bromhilde and offering to help her down.
“Thank you.” She said with a happy smile as he reached to help her down. Unfortunately Will did not seem to approve and kicked his feet out from under him while his arms were full, causing the two to go crashing down to the ground. “You're so sweet.” Bromhilde said, smiling and ignoring the other girl who was glowering, “Is there anything I can do for you?”
“D-da.” Little John said, darting a quick frightened glance at his sister, “You can get off me.”
Bromhilde frowned a bit upset that he would be so rude. The other men laughed at him.
“Little John!” Vene muttered disapprovingly
“I-I panicked.” He said, darting another quick glance over to his sister, only to find that she had gotten distracted looking at the lovely Maid Marion. Little John smiled softly as he picked himself up off the ground.
“So what are you doing here?” Vene said smirking, looking over at Marian who was looking appreciatively at Will… Her mind snapped back to where she was.
“Prince John and Rottingham have hired murderers to kill you at the fair tomorrow. You mustn't go.” She told Vene urgently.
“Ve~ well, that's easy.” He chirped in reply. “I won't.”
Marian smiled in relief. “Oh, I'm so happy. They were going to lure you there by having an archery contest.”
“An archery contest?” Vene said with sudden interest. That could be fun!
“Their archer is unbeatable.” Marian continued on distressed.
“Really?” Now Vene really really wanted to go. He would have to prove them wrong. He grinned devilishly.
“Robin, promise you won't go.” Marion beseeched, not wanting to lose this cheerful little man who was her friend.
“All right,” Vene nodded smiling cheekily. “I promise you won't go. Ok, belladonna?”
Vene pressed a chaste kiss to the back of her hand and Marian blushed, smiling in relief. Lovi scowled at his brother’s playful flirting.
Marian smiled in relief, “Thank you.”
“Hey, wait a minute.” Lovi started loudly hoping to break up this moment, “You said...”
Vene shot his brother a dirty look, “Achoooooo.”
Lovi huffed and crossed his arms. Vene flashed a grin and a wink at Marian before skipping over to his brother. “Ve~ But Lovi knows I love him best.” He whispered quietly in his fratello’s ear, causing Lovi to blush bright red. Marion laughed watching the two of them and the genuine love in Vene’s eyes as he gazed at his fratello. That one was certainly a character.
~~~ ((TA DA! Now we have the new bit that Sadiq & Heracles demanded!))~~~
“Nod!” The masked man cried out quietly in relief, rushing to the third horse that had arrived unnoticed. He rushed over to help the green eyed brunette down from his mount. “I thought you were going to be here a long while ago. What happened?”
The brunette sighed, gratefully accepting the hand down. “I got caught trying to sneak away from my duties and then they kept a closer eye on me.” He frowned in disappointment, “I’m sorry Blinkin. I don’t think I’ll be able to go back after running away like this.”
Nod was startled as he was pulled into a tight hug from Blinkin. “It’s ok Nod. Winkin is still at the castle and he knows how to refrain from speaking and be polite. We’ll be fine with just him there. You can help me here, with the training, Sevgili.”
Nod blushed lightly as Blinkin pulled back, giving him a light kiss on the lips before taking his hand and towing him off in the direction of the camp.
“Come, my Sevgili.” He said with a devilish smirk leading Nod over by the bonfire beside the pond where you could see the moon reflected in the water. “The night is young, and you're so beautiful. B flat.” The music started building behind Blinkin as he spoke and Nod’s eyes widened as he was serenaded.
“The night is young, and you're so beautiful. Here among... the shadows, Beautiful Sevgili.” He directed a charming smile at the blushing Nod here, “Open your heart.”
Blinkin failed to remember that they were only separated from the rest of the camp by a thin white sheet hung on the clothes line as he theatrically serenaded his beloved. They didn’t notice as people began to gather to watch the show of their shadows as they showed against that curtain, cast by the fire’s glow.
“The scene is set, the breezes sing of it. Can't you get, into the swing of it? Sevgili. When do we start?” He pressed a kiss to Nod’s hand, the hand not holding Nod’s to his lips had removed his mark and green eyes gazed into brown as Blinkin continued.
“When my Sevgili is kissable,”
They didn’t notice the sudden addition of backup singers, Lovi smirking at Blinkin’s lost cover, Little John with his innocent smile, and Vene smiling and going along for now, even if his sharp gaze suggested that things would change when this was over. Blinkin and Nod were too wrapped up in their dance.
“And the evening is cool; any dream is permissible, in the heart of a fool!”
The music built higher.
“The moon is high,” Blinkin sang, one hand pointing at the sky, the other still holding Nod close, “And you're so glamorous, and if I seem over-amorous, Sevgili! What can I do?” He held onto an impressively long note while dipping Nod eyes locked together. He brought the two of them back upright “The night is young, and I'm in love with-” another impressive long note, “... you!”
Nod was blushing a bright pink and suddenly they could hear applause from the other side of the curtain. Blinkin, eyes wide, shoved his mask back on his face and pulled down the curtain to reveal the villagers watching them, a smirking apple haired girl and grinning headband bedecked girl sitting in the front row.
They groaned at the end of the show and being discovered.
Nod blushes an even deeper red, and even Blinkin’s cheeks hold a tinge of pink and he looks a little sheepish, although he becomes more afraid as he sees Vene. The little Italian wearing an expression clearly conveying that his servant has some explaining to do. He trudges off with Nod following Lovi and Vene, ignoring the former’s smirk, and hoping for the latter’s mercy.
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It was nearly thirty tense minutes later when Blinkin’ was able to breathe again, Vene taking mercy on him and stopping Lovi from trying to kill him. Blinkin had explained that he and Nod were a resistance group of three people who knew of the story of the destiny of Loxley and Bagel and had been working to protect and defend them. Blinkin’ playing the loyal blind servant was to be a guardian and bodyguard if needed for Robin while Nod and Winkin’ watched over Marian. Although their mission has evolved to include spying on Prince John as well.
Surprisingly Vene shrugged the whole thing off. He had been pretty sure after they got plans for the castle so easily earlier that something was up.
Blinkin rubbed his Jaw. Although Vene was merciful, it hadn’t stopped him from letting Lovi get in one good punch as revenge for the hit that he had taken earlier. Despite the pain however there was a big grin on his face. At least now he had two less people to hide from, they had promised not to tell the others, and Nod was being allowed to stay. How could he be upset?
~~~~((Meanwhile with Marian & Will))~~~~
“I-I like you, I really like you a lot.” A blushing Marian told Will. It turned out that the two had met once before when she had stumbled upon Will on the grounds of the castle looking for someone else. They had been meeting in secret for a time after that until it had become impossible as Will was forced to leave the area.
“Liubasny (beloved).” Will whispered hesitantly bringing them closer together for a kiss.
Marion sighed guiltily and backed away. “You know if we do this it can only ever be a kiss. For I am a virgin, promised to a man I have never met...and could never...go any farther. Unless, of course, I were to marry that man. Or if someone pledged their endless love to me. Or if I knew that someone desperately cared for me. Or if they were really cute.” She said the last part softly, bringing them closer again.
“Liubasny,” Will said in a concerned tone, “Are you cold?” She looked at Marion shrewdly, “What are you wearing underneath that cape?
“Practically nothing.” Marian said blushing.
Will rolled her eyes and pulled Marion closer, wincing as something hard banged her hip
“Oh, except that.” Marion blushed again, seeing Will wince. “I forgot to tell you about my chastity belt. It's an Everlast.”
Will muttered darkly under her breath.
“Oh, darling, don't despair. For it is written on a scroll: ‘One day, a man who was destined for me shall be endowed with the magical key that will bring an end to,” She frowned gesturing downwards with one hand, “This.”
Will frowned.
Just then Vene walked over from where he had been eavesdropping giggling as the two women sprang apart, Will shooting him a dark look. Which Vene ignored, in favor of walking over to Marian and taking her hand, placing a chaste kiss on the back before looking up at her playfully.
“Oh Signorina! If only it 'twere me. I could let you be free.”
“W-what?” Marian exclaimed in surprise, blushing at having been caught out with a woman she thought she might love.
Vene elbowed Marian in the side lightly and waggled his eyebrows while smirking. “Don't think I haven't seen the way you two look at each other, Signorina O’Hara, signorina Bagel.”
“W-what?” It was the normally silent Will this time asking the startled question.
“Ve~ it’s ok. I’m fine with it because I have lo, I mean, Achoo!”
“R-really?” Marian stammered out in surprise, “You'd really let-?”
“Si! True love should always be allowed to flourish, especially for such wonderful belladonnas.” He said, smiling brightly and with sincerity lacing his words. Now both women were blushing.
“So if 'twere you?” Marian hesitantly asked.
“You'd get to be with whoever you want, ve~!” Vene chirped.
“'Twould be...” Marian smiled softly at Will, “Tweriffic...”
Just then Bromhilde burst in, “Milady! I’ve been looking all over for yo-.” She caught sight of the situation and misread it entirely, “Milady! No ding-ding without the wedding ring!”
Marion’s face burned a bright red as she buried her face in her hand mumbling nearly unintelligibly about that not being what was going on at all.
Soon after Bromhilde had herded Marian back towards the horses and they were on their way.
“Ve~ Goodbye, Belladonna!” Vene called after their retreating backs, “Toodle-oo! Au revoir! Auf Wiedersehen! Ciao!” He called out every farewell he knew until he could see them no longer.
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Post by belbel on Jan 2, 2012 19:50:28 GMT -5
*dies laughing* So that's how you did it! XD
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Post by Carina Jones on Jan 2, 2012 20:01:09 GMT -5
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Vene's been plotting the t'were bit with Iona for weeks and He couldn't figure out the song and Belarus wouldn't take it so Turkey ended up deciding to steal the show without warning. xD
It wasn't until I was writing yesterday that Iona and Belarus informed me that they had met before all this, although they're being very vague on details.
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