Sword and Bow - Breton version
Robin isn’t the kind of man to get attached to surreal things such as hope or wishes, his life being a biiit more different than what the legend behind the green hood on his back implies, made this forest druid to become more cynic and jaded towards life than what would be expected out of his name. Even so, Robin is first a common man, even if his brain knows that life don’t make things easier for anyone, his heart still hoped that the person inside that armor set wouldn’t be a knight …
That hope was betrayed faster than it was conceived, no major damage was done since Robin already expected this outcome, who else would use full armor like that during the day if not for a very dedicated knight?
The name of said knight was one Robin have heard before, in fact, it was hard to find any Breton that did not knew, or at least have heard about King Arthur’s legend, of course, the fall of Camelot was also well-known and with it, the name of the knight that betrayed his king as well … the very same knight that stands in front of Robin now. Out of all people, Robin wasn’t very fond of any knights for his own personal reasons and while a knight that betrayed his pals wasn’t anything new for Robin, this extra detail sure made this meeting even worse.
“Well well well, I sure did not expected to find a fellow countrymen here, much less such a celebrity as you, Sir Mordred.”
Respect surely did not made it way into Robin’s tone when addressing the knight, why it should? Robin answers to no king, no knight and most definitely to no traitor. As a he- … vagrant that used all that he had to prevent the bloodshed of innocent common people, Robin surely does not hold any kind of respect for those that would put a bystander in harm for their own goals, especially not those in power, like the knights of Camelot back at that time.
Still … Robin came here for help and if Mordred was here, he was either seeking help like Robin himself or was the servant of the owner of this place, the later seeing most likely, given how fired up the short knight became when Robin ‘disrespected’ the magus home so if anything, Robin had to put his feet back down to the floor.
“Rest assured pal, be it as a flying squirrel or as a man, I came here in peace, no need to boil your fine tea kettle over my manners.”
Manners that did not included giving his name back after Sir knight here introduced himself first, that may be the code in this shrimp knight book but not in the forest book that Robin does not have. Spending his waiting time in the company of this talking armor wouldn’t be easy.
One thing bothered Robin though, not that he was well-versed in the knight code or anything like that but … the voice that he heard coming from the armor did not sound like the voice of a man but rather that of a child, maybe even a girl. weren’t knights supposed to be men only? And children be trainees? Not really important either way but this curiosity started to grow inside Robin’s mind.
“Do you know when the woman named Touko will return?”
Robin returned to his comfortably placed position in the office couch, the only difference from the beginning was that his feet weren’t over the table any longer but on the ground. Surely like the morning dawn, Robin wouldn’t let Mordred’s temper ruin his relax time now, even the globe that the knight made to fall wasn’t his problem. The only flaw of this attitude is that it made impossible to request any snacks or coffee to aid in his wait.
Concealed cringes governed Mordred’s initial and following reactions. Every event seemed crafted specifically for no other purpose than to break the knight’s composure. Life is about moment’s boy; don’t allow yourself to have a bad week or even a bad day, only a bad moment. Wisdom accompanied most anything Merlin had ever disclosed, yet in the midst of an antagonizing source – they were simply difficult to heed. Surrendering effort to keeping emotionally balanced, Mordred gained a level of tolerance again which bequeathed him patience enough to retrieve Touko’s fallen world. Gripping a sword handle with bulky iron gauntlets was a deft art, one which gave the knight confidence in retrieving any item with a decent sized bulk -… however This globe was being… DIFFICULT! His first attempt marked an assumed success, merely swiping an arm down and expecting it to return with its task completed. That failure provoked a more vigorous try that consisted of scooping at it, with frustration to motivate its impetus… needless to say, that also yielded an identical outcome.
” Geh…” Tightening his empty fist (that should be baring an obstinate sphere) Mordred watched it roll further from his reach, the creaks on the floor almost seemed to be singing ‘Catch me if you can.’ Rounding on Robin with no remnants of patience left to him, his heavy breathing creating a baleful atmosphere. This pest was witnessing all, every failure another cut on the prince’s over developed sense of dignity. “ Inquiring minds wish to know, just why would I endeavor to disclose anything of relevance to a man who conceals his name? Is it not painfully apparent that I am tasked with defending lady Aozaki?.. and, quite simply knave, I don’t trust you!” Charged on by an abundance of testosterone, Mordred seemed to welcome his aggravation as means to focus hostility toward his verdant stranger.
Usually, it was Robin’s job to make a fool out of high and mighty Britain knights that were dumb enough to enter or chase the Archer back to his forest but this short knight, that looked more like a chess piece, was doing an excellent job of making a fool out of himself without Robin having to lift even one finger .... guess even the famous Knights of the Round Table were not much more than common knights by the end of the day, at least Sir Mordred surely did not made a good first impression, actually, this was one of the lousiest first impression that Robin ever had on a knight, so much that the foul-mouthed Archer couldn’t even bring himself to make jokes on Mordred, instead, pity was clearly visible on the unhooded Archer’s face.
“Geez man, if you are having trouble picking this ball up, leave it alone, you are making even me embarrassed with that lame show.”
Picking up the globe that was left behind by the knight, Robin plays a bit with it for now, spinning the round map thing on his fingertip, simply enjoying the moment, using that small distraction to kill some time while the shorty fumed on him about pride, honor and all that boring and repeatable jazz that every knight goes on and on like some madness mantra. If Robin could earn one silver coin for every time he heard a knight mention trust, defense and all that basic stuff, he wouldn’t have to resort to thievery at all.
“Chill that sauna you have in there. If I wanted to attack your woman, I would be out there, doing so right now, when her knight in shining armor isn’t around to play her shield and savior.”
Not that Mordred would be much of a hindrance either in case Robin were to really be after Touko’s blood, attacking well guarded nobles and royalty was a weekly exercise to this archer, no matter how tough and well-thought the defense formation would be, a properly planned and laid trap would make quick work of any opposition. Fortunately for Touko and Mordred, that wasn’t the case with this approach from Robin, the fact that he walked through the front door should be proof enough of that even if Mordred have no idea who Robin really is but once again, Robin never expects much out of any knight, those helmets must be too tight on their heads.
“I will introduce myself when your woman gets back here, I believe you will be a good boy and wait until then~ Unless of course, you want to be rude to one of her guests.”
Robin only thought to himself that this knight was no more than a kid because of his short size only, not much of a basis there but it is not like Robin cared much for the face behind that helmet, still, the boy comment was geared more towards the childish attitude that the knight displayed rather than the actual age hidden inside the stuffy suit of armor, not exactly a smart move when Mordred is already in anger but Robin surely couldn’t allow the knight to be the only one to run his mouth around here, can now?
