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 Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2015 9:54 pm
It had been a long night, but Camelot was ready to head home soon. He had managed to complete a short patrol, because his morals told him he could not shirk his duty to keep the area safe, even with the distraction earlier in the night.
Merlinite was safely stowed away at his Wonder, out of harm's way and hopefully letting himself heal with the energy he had taken from Camelot. He also hoped the natural, peaceful air of the untainted Wonder might do the human side of Merlinite some good, but that was just a distant hope.
Camelot was feeling the effects of his efforts, though. He had given Merlinite a healthy chunk of energy, even for a Royal, and had expended some energy traveling to and from his wonder. add to that his reasonably short patrol, and he was ready to hit his bed and pass out for a few hours before he had to get up to go to work.
The life of a Librarian.
He was trudging along the last stretch of his normal route, yawning and stretching in an effort to wake his mind and body up a bit more. It was just a short walk home now, he told himself, and he could curl up with Kyndall and sleep like a rock.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:26 pm
Sherwood was still patrolling though it was late and she was not with anyone. She wasn't sure why she was still up. Her parents would freak if they knew but they never figured it out. She snuck out down the tree outside her window and the small boost of her costume made getting back up a breeze.
She felt an aura, much stronger than her own, and ran to meet it.
"Papa Camelot!"
She had not seen him since he saved her life. Thinking of that brought a shiver to her spine, recalling the fear she'd felt and how helpless she'd been. It reminded her that she should not be out alone.
"Papa! What are you doing out this late?"
She skidded to a stop in front of him, looking up with curious eyes. Old people didn't stay up this late, did they?
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:33 pm
"The same thing as you, I would imagine."
Camelot offered her a warm, tired smile, nodding his head in greeting as she hurried toward him. He was glad to see a friendly face, and one that was not bleeding. At least not this time.
It did not occur to him that he would still have blood on his armor from carrying Merlinite around, as he had not powered down since then, but had not really thought about it, either. It just slipped his mind completely, in all the activity, and now his attention was drawn to the simple comfort of having company.
"Though you shouldn't be patrolling alone. It doesn't seem like there's much going on in this area tonight, but... you never know." He yawned, though he covered his mouth quickly and shook his head furiously to try and stop it. Failing that, he gave her a sheepish look once he could. "Sorry."
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2015 10:26 am
Sherwood had only heard about his wife through other people. It apparently wasn't a big secret that Camelot was married or that Shalott worried about him very often when he was out alone. The blood on his armor gave her reason to worry, too, and she frowned at both that and his obvious fatigue.
"Are you hurt?"
She led him off the street into a quiet courtyard with a fountain. It wouldn't be good for washing wounds but the water was cool and clean and would be fine for washing off armor if he wanted to. She sat on the edge of the fountain, her sleeve dipped into the water and she yelped, yanking it out quickly, but not before it got wet.
"These things are so inconvenient! Is there someone to complain to?"
If there was she figured he would know who, considering his rank.
Sherwood quietly indicated that he should sit and let her inspect him. She wasn't good with wounds or anything but she did like to show she cared and tried to tend to him as gently but thoroughly as possible.
"I should walk you home," she decided.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2015 3:39 pm
"Oh, no, I'm ah. This is someone else's blood. My friend, Merlinite, but he's recovering now, I hope, and should be alright. I've got him safe for the night, at least. I forgot I have not powered down yet."
It was a long night, so far.
"Believe me," he said with a laugh, "if there were a complaint department for our costumes, they would be constantly inundated. Practicality never seems like the top of the design process, does it?"
Sure, he had awesome armor that had gotten really cool and sturdy as he powered up, but it was also very hot and the cape he now sported got in his way a lot of the time. It was a danger, and he constantly worried about getting it stuck on things.
"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, honestly. Just a bit tired. How about, instead of walking home, we patrol a bit together. I'd like to hear what you've been up to. How are you doing?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 12:36 pm
"Puffy!"
She looked at Camelot with wide, concerned eyes. Sherwood had met Merlinite and after a rocky start they dusted a youma together. He was kind of scary initially but she had warmed up to him after a while, even giving him a nickname. He was a dragon, duh, so Puff was fitting. But then he was more badass than the song's titular character so she had combined it with Buffy.
It made sense in her own mind, thank you, and that was all that mattered.
"Is he ok? I want to see him. Papa, where is he?"
Her own complaints about her outfit were forgotten in her distraction about the dragonish youma man. She did not want to see anyone suffer, least of all someone she liked. Despite his being of Chaos she felt she could trust him and the fact that he was hurt and bleeding had her concerned. She got up and tugged at his hand, trying to get him to lead her to where Merlinite was. He obviously knew if he was close enough to him to get his blood on his armor.
That was what really had her worried.
"I don't want to patrol right now."
Without meaning to she gave him sad puppy eyes.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 2:57 pm
Camelot looked surprised, looking at Sherwood after her outburst. What was puffy? Maybe he didn't want to know, but she seemed fairly excited by what ever it was. That might have made it even worse, and he tried not to think too hard about it until she continued.
Oh, she meant Merlinite. Puffy was his... nickname?
Sherwood did like calling people by her own names.
"Well, I took him to my Wonder, so he could rest and recover from his wounds. I could take you there to see him, of course, that's no problem. I didn't know you were acquainted with him."
It seemed Merlinite had a lot of friends on the White Moon side already, which was good for him and would certainly help keep him safe from the Negaverse. Of course, they could only do so much, as was evident by his encounter with Painite that night.
Camelot was terribly weak against puppy dog eyes, but they were not even needed this time, as he agreed almost immediately.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2015 10:57 am
Sherwood would likely never call people by name. It was her way and most of those that loved her accepted this. Her mother called her a "free spirit" which, in her estimation, generally meant she was weird.
"Please, Papa Camelot?"
It wasn't that she didn't trust the knight, she did, especially after he saved her life from that psycho that tried to kill her for no reason but she liked Merlinite and wanted to see for herself that he was alright. After all, she had resolved to make sure he was happy. She brought him food and blankets and decorated his basement.
She hugged the man as incentive to do as she asked.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2015 11:30 am
"Yes, of course. We'll go see him now, then. I did not know you knew him already. Ah, would you like to go tonight, then? Or perhaps tomorrow some time might be better..."
It would give him a little time to rest and get some energy back, though he was fine. He just did not want to fall to sleep at work or something. Or worse, while talking to his wife.
He always felt so guilty when they lost out on time together because of their jobs.
Her hug made him chuckle, and he patted her on the shoulder. Of course, she had already figured out that he was an absolute sucker for puppy dog eyes and cutesy things, so her buttering him up was definitely going to get her what she wanted. It was why his daughter was going to undoubtedly be terribly spoiled by him, as he had no will power.
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