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2014-01-26 09:56 pm (UTC)
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Mozzie and Elizabeth ducked behind a corner to dodge the arrows.
“Is it ironic that a thief is being shot at by a deranged Robin Hood?” Elizabeth asked.
“Oh, history isn’t what you think it is! Robin Hood was actually--”
“Never mind,” Elizabeth said, as she shot her ray gun at the supernatural tapestry that was generating the attacker.
“So, clean up and then back to the city?” El said as they walked through the debris.
“Yes. I told Peter and Neal we were at the Gallery of Medieval Miniatures.”
“And they believed you?” El asked, smiling.
“They always do.”
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Drabble mini-fill
Date: 2014-01-26 09:56 pm (UTC)“Is it ironic that a thief is being shot at by a deranged Robin Hood?” Elizabeth asked.
“Oh, history isn’t what you think it is! Robin Hood was actually--”
“Never mind,” Elizabeth said, as she shot her ray gun at the supernatural tapestry that was generating the attacker.
“So, clean up and then back to the city?” El said as they walked through the debris.
“Yes. I told Peter and Neal we were at the Gallery of Medieval Miniatures.”
“And they believed you?” El asked, smiling.
“They always do.”