To-- To anyone who has been worried, I am truly sorry, I-- I had not been able to access (I believe that's the word?) a "computer" for some time now, despite having been restored to my normal self after the vighruss.

I am currently residing in a place called "Chilly" though I'm not sure why it would be called as such, as it is terribly warm and comfortable -- Eros, my host, he tells me it is a country in... South America? I never knew there was a Northern America much less a Southern one, as these places are unknown to my world.

In-- In any case, I am unharmed and have been treated well enough by my host as well as his uncle, a man called Apollo, who is a remarkable shot with the bow and arrow. As for Gisborne's twin, Bla...blackout? He ignores me, but my God, does he ever frighten me.

But please, don't worry about me. I'm fine.

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Gisborne has been gone some time hence, which... worries me. I wish Eros had let me go home as well, I fear what Guy has done and said to the people -- my people of my well being. He is probably crowing about how he has done away with me, or worse...

I miss my home. I miss Sherwood Forest, I miss Much, and our friends...

Robin still wasn't used to this world -- everything was so complicated, so... sanitized, clean, crisp. He was grateful, at least, that Eros had given him clothes that first day after the virus -- they were soft, comfortable things, finer than anything even the King wore. There were plenty of advantages to this modern time, of course, luxuries he couldn't even dream of back in England: plenty of food (oh, how jealous Much would be, when he came home!) and the most comfortable bed he ever slept in.

Eros and his uncle (Apollo, if he remembered correctly -- he had only heard him mentioned in passing, but he had not yet met him, as the man was off at something called the 'O-limpicks') had plenty of room in their house, and he had been given a room of his own, until he was allowed home. Robin didn't know how or when he would return, but he figured, as he settled into the large, soft bed covered in suitably green and tan blankets and matching pillows, he deserved a little holiday.

...Even if that holiday included two Gisbornes and an overly affectionate blonde.

Robin stilled, paws poised over the keyboard, when he heard the tell-tale barks and whoops of a pack of hounds, surely the same that had chased them out of their camp just days before -- only this time, there was another member of the pack. Gisborne most likely had slipped in amongst them without anyone noticing, because what harm could one more dog do, when trying to capture the outlaws?

He yipped, nosing at the laptop. He would have to leave it, it was nearly as big as he was and probably weighed just as much -- Robin hated to abandon the thing, what if he couldn't come back for it? His arrows lay nearby, and his bow as well, where he had left them the night when making camp. The others hadn't noticed his absence yet, or if they did, he hadn't heard them calling for him -- there wasn't time for this, the dogs were coming closer, closer, closer, he had to run. Hopefully Much would find his things, oh, dear Much, I wish I could tell you what happened to me, but even I can't exp-- Robin's ears stood at attention, instincts kicking in and telling him to run right now or you will die.

And just like that, he was off like a shot, running as fast as his tiny legs would allow.

First the bailiff, now Matthew... How many more deaths will be put on my head? This "Night Watchman" -- does he think he's doing me a favor, killing innocent people like this? He has had my men and me run out of every village from here to London, he's turned my people against me, and now Vasey has sent dogs out on all of us. I can't take it anymore. I am no killer.

I must go to the castle.

...and don't try to stop me, Much. I can see you reading over my shoulder. Yes, I can. Don't pretend I cannot see you.

And don't any of you, out there reading this, tell Gisborne. Please, I beg you. He must not know that I am going there.

(ETA: Sorry about deleting the community post I did -- I started re-watching some RH and decided it would be a better idea to finally get through some canon than to post videos. X3)

What in God's name was that about?

Gisborne's gone mad, he-- he isn't married, he never has been, certainly not for however long he seems to think he has been. I should be thankful, at the very least, that it is not Marian he has wed. He didn't say it wasn't her outright, but God knows his vanity would drive him to brag and flaunt his winnings at me, as though Marian were a prize, something to be won.

How dare he mock me like this.

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Is this another vighruss, like... like whatever happened before? Who has he bedded now? Why am I envious of them? It's not as though he is any great catch, or-- I don't even like him. I don't.

I... will not be updating this journal for some time, my friends. It seems Gisborne is hot on our trail, and I cannot leave him any more clues to my whereabouts. When things calm down, I will return.

Before I go, though, I want to thank you, Gaara, once again for helping us so profusely. If there is anything, anything we can do to help you, please, do not hesitate to ask.

Farewell for now!

It seems that there is a man here on the community, claiming to be me.

...Not only is he lacking in my dashing good looks or winning personality, but he is acting as though he is Earl of Huntingdon! I don't know who he is, or why he's trying to pass himself off as me, but... I am beginning to suspect this is a ploy by the Sheriff to slander my good name.

Do not believe a thing he says!

Fear not, my dear friends~! I do hope you haven't forgotten about me, or worse yet, assume that Guy managed to actually hang me.

No, after a... rather harrowing few days being tied to him by the wrist (and let me tell you, that was almost worse than being hanged. He has awful morning breath~), Much and I were able to get out of Nottingham and into Sherwood, but... we have yet to find a way to return without... you know. Being hanged. It seems there is a lovely noose with my name (Robin of Locksley, do not forget it!) on it, tied by the dastardly Gisborne. And certainly, I am not willing to give him the joy of seeing me swing. That is not how the story ends, my friends!

Unfortunately, for now, we've taken refuge in the woods and it seems we will remain here for quite some time.

What has been happening here, in the "community"? Tell me everything!

He'd been having such a nice dream, too.

Though, Robin had to admit as he tugged at the twine fastening his wrist to Gisborne's, at least he'd woken up before leaning in to kiss Marian-- er. Gisborne. It was bad enough he had to wake up to that bastard's ugly mug, but it was worse still that he had gotten to Nottingham, somehow, and tied to Guy by a measly bit of string.

Oh, and that he was in Gisborne's bed. And somehow, that was way worse than waking up in the stocks or in the dungeon.

As carefully as possible, Robin brought their hands to his mouth and tugged at the string with his teeth, straining and praying that he wouldn't wake him. He had bragged so whole-heartedly that Guy wouldn't find him, and then he woke up, right in the lion's den? Shit. He had to get out of here, and fast.