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[will_scarlett]

When Milliways appeared in Sherwood, Will was glad of it as the days have been full and hot.

He heads to the lake where he strips down to his hose, making a pile of the rest of his clothing with his sword and dagger and boots on top before plunging in to the lake.

Then he gets out to lay on the pier with his shirt off and drink the beer he picked up on his way outside.

Once the sun's gone down, he'll head inside and relax by the fire but for now, its nice to be outside where no one is going to appear and try to fight him. Though it does look like there was a major fight here but there aren't bodies which is good.

(OOC: Find him in the lake, by the lake or inside. Open until it scrolls.)

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[will_scarlett]

"Aye but ne'er been there. Only done much travelin' through Milliways,"

Nottingham has to come first and he takes a long drink of his beer.

[holds_her_own]

"Traveling through Milliways?"

She sobers.

"How does that work?"

[will_scarlett]

"Ye go through someone else's door an go into their world."

[holds_her_own]

She sits up, elbows resting on her knees.

"I thought you couldn't go through someone else's door. Security protocol."

[will_scarlett]

"Course ye can, but canna open another's door. I could open a door to Sherwood an take ye through. Though whene'er ye go through a door, ye 'ave to be careful. I've gone to aid me friends an been pulled into worlds as well."

[holds_her_own]

Her brows knit.

She doesn't like the sound of that. Needing someone to open the door for you is only small comfort when you consider the different ways you could be forced to do so.

On the other hand, the example he provides is interesting.

"So I could go to Sherwood?"

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, ye could,"

Its not perfect but the worst time he was thrown to another world wasn't even through a door.

[holds_her_own]

"Huh."

He never specifically said it was Sherwood Forest, but she's been piecing together clues.

His name. His clothes. His speech. Even the scars on his body.

She smirks.

"Is Robin Hood a dick in real life?"

[will_scarlett]

Will looks at her and raises an eyebrow as his green eyes grow harder and there's a sharpness to his tone,

"Nay, 'e's na. Without 'im, Nottingham wouldna 'ave any 'ope."

[holds_her_own]

"Easy, tiger."

Hill raises an eyebrow right back.

Barton mentioned anyone could come here, from George Washington to the Super Soldier himself, but you never know with Barton. Sometimes he's just messing around.

Not this time.

She wasn't sure whether this guy was the Will Scarlett of lore, or if his parents were just awful people.

"I guess you know him?"

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, I serve 'im an owe me life to 'im. 'e maybe just a tale to ye in the future but 'e lives an breathes,"

Without Robin, he would be dead and in Hell.

[holds_her_own]

"He is. A tale."

But so are you.

"But a tale I happen to like. Let me put it this way--"

She slips back into a relaxed posture.

"What is he like?"

[will_scarlett]

He takes a long drink of his beer before answering,

"Why do ye like it? We fight for Nottingham na like others I've met 'ere who die for worlds."

[holds_her_own]

It's not a complicated question, but her answer takes a little thought.

She rolls her shoulder to show the SHIELD emblem on her sleeve.

"In school we're taught about George Washington, Alexander the Great, men who bled for their country; there's nothing greater than someone who fights for their home."

It's why she does what she does.

"Sometimes that means taking a stand against the men who are in control. It's not about political allegiance, it's about protecting the weak."

[will_scarlett]

"Thank ye, that's well put. I'm glad 'e's known cause its good to know we're doin' somethin' with our fight."

[holds_her_own]

The corner of her mouth quirks up into a smile.

"I doubt I was the only kid the stories inspired."

Your first heroes are the ones you read about.

After your parents, of course.

She takes another swig of beer.

"I wasn't trying to offend you."

[will_scarlett]

"Just testin' me?"

It hasn't happened a lot here, but he's used to it at home.

[holds_her_own]

"Maybe I was flirting."

Her smirk grows.

Just a little.

[will_scarlett]

He drinks his beer and shrugs, "Then that wasna the way to do it. Ye were doin' better 'fore."

[holds_her_own]

Ouch.

She laughs dryly.

"I'll be sure to take notes."

Not everybody loves their boss all the time.

Hill, for one, doesn't want to think about the kind of fraternization forms she'd have to fill out for pan-dimensional bar relationship clearance.

[will_scarlett]

At that he gives her a little bow, "Wasna that bad just modern 'umor."

[holds_her_own]

"I guess so. I don't meet a lot of men from the 12th century."

Judging by her reaction, she doesn't meet a lot of men who bow, either.

She takes a swig of beer, once more dragging her eyes over him.

It's completely involuntary this time.

"I probably wouldn't fit your standards of a Lady."

[will_scarlett]

"'rhaps na, but ye're na from a time where bein' a lady matters. Ye're a warrior who 'appens to be a beautiful woman."

[holds_her_own]

"Warrior?"

She doesn't exactly preen, but the compliment definitely has an effect.

"So does that mean you see me more as a soldier?"

Inquiring minds.

She raises her beer to her lips.

"Or a brother-in-arms?"

[will_scarlett]

He leans towards her as he considers the question,

"Aye, I see ye as ye an warrior seems to fit ye. I'd fight beside ye."