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robinsociety2010-01-01 12:11 am
railise) wrote in robinsociety2010-01-01 12:11 am
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Intercomm fic: Bad Sign
WOOT! RAS Intercomm kick-off!! :) Happy New Year, everybody!!
Title: Bad Sign
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
railise
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Characters: Robin, Much
Disclaimer: I have no rights to or association with the show Robin Hood, and get nothing from this other than the fun of playing in the world provided by the BBC and Tiger Aspect.
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rh_intercomm; inspired by this image prompt
Robin turned the twisted metal over in his hand. He had been unsettled enough when they reached the Crusader camp, only to find it gone. Not deserted; gone, as if had never been there. It should have been reassuring to find proof that they were not in the wrong place, but this was worse. It indicated that something had, indeed, happened.
"Are you sure we should've gone east?" Much called. "Maybe it was south-- what's that?" He came over and examined the ravaged buckle, then met Robin's troubled gaze. "Where are they?" he whispered.
"I have no idea," Robin murmured.
Title: Bad Sign
Author:
railiseWord Count: 100
Rating: G
Characters: Robin, Much
Disclaimer: I have no rights to or association with the show Robin Hood, and get nothing from this other than the fun of playing in the world provided by the BBC and Tiger Aspect.
Notes: For
rh_intercomm; inspired by this image promptRobin turned the twisted metal over in his hand. He had been unsettled enough when they reached the Crusader camp, only to find it gone. Not deserted; gone, as if had never been there. It should have been reassuring to find proof that they were not in the wrong place, but this was worse. It indicated that something had, indeed, happened.
"Are you sure we should've gone east?" Much called. "Maybe it was south-- what's that?" He came over and examined the ravaged buckle, then met Robin's troubled gaze. "Where are they?" he whispered.
"I have no idea," Robin murmured.
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It's complete in itself, yet, somehow, I can almost hear the title sequence music welling up at the end of it.
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