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Post by Sir Guy of Gisborne on Dec 4, 2009 2:14:54 GMT 1
Guy stalked into the Trip to Jerusalem Inn, hoping Allan had recieved his message from the bar maid. He was not in the mood for hanging around all day. He had work to do.
His customary frown on his face, he made his way over to a bench in a dark recess, carved into the sandstone. There was a single candle in a holder on the wall, wax dripping down the sides and onto the scrubbed wood of the bench. Guy blew it out. The less people who saw he was here the better. You could never tel exactly who was on the outlaws' side these days.
Once the recess was plunged into shadow, Guy sunk down onto the bench to wait. Apart from the dim light from the main space of the tavern glinting off the leather of his doublet, Guy's figure was almost one with the darkness. Still, his eyes never stopped scanning the crowd for any sign of the loudmouthed outlaw.
Guy still wasn't quite sure why he was collaborating with Allan like this. It would be just as within his interests to have him arrested and hung to make an example of him. He was one of Hood's inner circle, after all. It would, at least, provoke a reaction, he was sure, and maybe even a chance to catch Hood himself. Still, Allan could still prove himself to be valuable to Guy. If he could do this bit of business for him, he might seriously reconsider the man's worth. If Allan could give him what he wanted, Guy might even give him a raise. After all, what Guy wanted was possibly the most valuable thing in the world. And he wanted it back.
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Post by Allan A'Dale on Dec 10, 2009 19:01:07 GMT 1
It had been hard to slip away this time, and it seemed to be getting that way more and more lately. Robin had Allan doing so many chores and sending him on so many drop-offs that a suspicion that Robin knew something about the meetings began seeping into his mind. At every sound Allan’s heart jumped. He could have sworn he had seen someone following him. But he hushed his racing mind, and heart, by making himself think he was imagining it. What was he hurting anyway? He hadn't gotten any of the gang killed or injured, and he had kept the promise to himself that he would not let Guy know about Marian. He was making money while still being loyal to Robin. Yeah. And he was going to give some of that money to the poor-eventually. As he strode into the Trip with a new found confidence and smile, the very smell of the place made him thirsty, not to mention, hungry. He would have to get Gisbourne to pay for his expenses. Nodding to the barman and giving a cunning grin to the barmaid, he noticed a shady figure in the corner. Allan looked nonchalantly behind him once more and walked toward the man. "You know that people get even more suspicious about blokes who sit in dark corners." He smirked at Guy and was glad to share some information with him that he had learned from experience. Sitting down, he looked back to the barman and motioned for a stew and ale to be brought to the table. "You want one?" Looking to Guy, he raised his brows quizzically and waited for the answer. [OOC: Sorry it took me a couple of days to post back. ^^ If I need to edit something or if something doesn't sound "Allan"-ish then PLEASE tell me. I welcome the help! Great post btw. ]
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Post by Sir Guy of Gisborne on Dec 10, 2009 21:01:23 GMT 1
"No," Guy replied dryly, narrowing his eyes. Why did Allan always have to be insufferably cheerful? He knew men in dark corners looked suspicious, but he'd rather look suspicious and remain annonymous than have everyone know his business. If Allan wanted to keep these little chats between the two of them, they couldn't have everyone knowing about them. "I suppose I'm paying for this?" he growled, raising an eyebrow at the barman bringing the bowl and tankard. Sighing, he dipped his hand into a pouch tied to his belt and pulled out a few coins. "I'll be taking this out of your pay," he grumbled, handing over the money before sinking back into the shadows.
"I have a job for you," he said, his piercing blue eyes fixed on Allan. He hadn't decided yet whether he liked or trusted the outlaw yet, still, he was his only hope. "I need you to find someone for me."
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Post by Allan A'Dale on Dec 14, 2009 1:35:54 GMT 1
"No," Guy gave Allan a strange look, but Allan ignored it and let Gisborne continue. "I suppose I'm paying for this?" Allan smiled his response as his warm meal was set in front of him. The outlaw hadn't smelled something like this since-a couple of weeks ago. Much's meals were far from enjoyable, not to mention appetizing, so he had a right to be happy about his filling stew and ale.
As usual, the sound of money reached his ears which meant that Allan had 'won'. But the next thing almost didn't penetrate his hearing.
"I'll be taking this out of your pay," He had taken a bite before Guy uttered these words, but this didn't stop Allan from reacting. Furrowing his brow, he used the same look Gisborne had given him earlier. Ah, sweet revenge. Allan knew he shouldn't have expected any less. The nobleman before him had been schooled in revenge probably since birth.
"I have a job for you," This, mixed with Guy's dark eyes, sent shivers up Allan's spine. Something about those words made the outlaw sick whenever he heard them coming from Gisborne. With some work he managed to get the now tainted food down his throat, he furrowed his brow, and let his cheeky state of mind cover up his unnamed guilt.
"Nah, really?" He smirked. It was a surprise to him though. Guy had always asked Allan for information-not to do a job for him. He certainly didn't want this to become a regular thing; even if it was a nothing-which he doubted. "And what would tha' be, eh?" His demeanor changed. "-I told you that I wasn't gonna kill anyone." His face depicted complete seriousness.
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Post by Sir Guy of Gisborne on Dec 15, 2009 5:07:06 GMT 1
Guy rolled his eyes, leaning back in the seat. "I don't want you to kill anyone. That is my job." Guy smirked nastily. It was a threat, and he wanted to make sure Allan understood what failing to comply would mean. "No," Guy continued, relaxing again, his piercing blue eyes still fixed on Allan. "I want you to do a little light investigation for me."
Guy smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't want to come out and say what he wanted straight away. He wanted to know if Allan was on side or not first. Marian's name was far too prescious to be batted about carelessly.
"I need you to find out where someone is staying without that person having any idea they are being spied upon. Is that understood?" He wondered why he was asking the loudest man in Nottingham to keep a secret. Still, he didn't trust anyone from the castle. They might tell Vaisey then he and Marian would be in trouble. "Once you find them," he continued. "I want you to watch them for a few hours, as long as you can, then report back to me. I want to know what this person does, who they see and what they look like. Got it?"
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Post by Allan A'Dale on Dec 15, 2009 18:03:57 GMT 1
Allan noticed Gisborne take his statement as an annoyance. He had done that before and the outlaw hated it. It was like he was an illiterate moron, but that was a Noble for you. Always looking down on those less fortunate.
"I don't want you to kill anyone. That is my job." Once more a shiver was sent up Allan's spine; from the tone of voice, to the meaning woven into the words. Keeping his eyes steady with Guy's, Allan took a swig of his ale to warm up the chill that had just passed through his body. "No," In a blink, the man before him changed his expression completely. It was just a tad creepy how he could do that, but Allan was sure it was in the job requirements. "I want you to do a little light investigation for me."
As Guy knit his arms together with a smirk, Allan realized that this was getting a little bit to close to what he really didn't want to be talking of. Granted, there were thousands of people that Guy probably wanted dead, or worse, but there was only one that he cared enough about that he would send an outlaw to do it-Marian Fitzwalter.
The trickster hid his expressions by looking down to his stew and taking a bite. Guy continued.
"I need you to find out where someone is staying without that person having any idea they are being spied upon. Is that understood?" Allan looked back to the Noble and shrugged as he chewed his food slowly. He didn't even know what to reply, but he couldn't give up that he probably knew what Guy was talking about.
"Once you find them," he continued. "I want you to watch them for a few hours, as long as you can, then report back to me. I want to know what this person does, who they see and what they look like. Got it?"
As Guy finished his speech, Allan swallowed his food like he would swallow a rock. Licking his lips and smacking softly, he took a drink to stall his answer.
"Yeah. Got it." He faked his nonchalant air yet again. "But. Who would this obviously very important person be?" He prayed that he wouldn't hear the pronunciation of 'M'. He would have to say no-but then he would surely be killed-or perhaps Gizzy would let him go and he could just keep going on giving him information? Something in the pit of his stomach laughed and told him, probably not.
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Post by Sir Guy of Gisborne on Jan 24, 2010 18:37:05 GMT 1
Guy leaned forward over the table, shortening the distance between himself and Allan. He didn't want anyone overhearing; not even the tavern rats. It was important that no one knew Allan was looking for Marian or he could be intercepted. He wanted to find her, but when he didn't know where she was, he couldn't protect her if anything went wrong. No, first thing was first; find her, quickly and quietly. "Lady Marian Fitzwalter," Guy murmured darkly, his eyes fixed on the outlaw's. "She's nearby. She wouldn't go too far from her father. But it's your job to find her for me." Guy paused for a moment, watching his informant before leaning back in his chair again. "Do not fail me," he hissed. "Or your life won't be worth living." It wasn't just an empty threat. Without Marian around, Guy was become in more and more grumpy as the days went on. If Allan didn't complete his task and Guy got hold of him, there was no knowing what he might do when he was in a mood like this.
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