Gargoyles' 'verse: The Castle: Shopping Trip (Probably Lacking in Doom)

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Guinevere materialized in the courtyard of the castle with a nervous look, afraid for a moment that it hadn't actually worked.  After all, the one courtyard looked pretty much like the other.

Though, truth be told, she'd be nervous anyway.  The very idea of simply going out into public--shopping, Franklin had called it--was beyond strange to her.  She was from a time when her kind were tolerated at best, not unlike some kind of mangy watchdog that the humans kept.  Useful, but not at all important.  And times were not much better several centuries in the future.  Could it all have changed so much here?

And there was the scarier notion that somewhere out there in this universe, there might still exist a Demona.  The one from the universe she now called home was removed from things, forever sealed in sleeping stone.  But here...  could she face herself, if it came down to it?  She did not know.

And then there were her emerging feelings for Franklin...

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"Hmm?" He turned back to her, then looked down and blinked. "Oh... I forgot about that. Um... Lucy will know what to do."

He took her hand and turned to lead her inside.

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She allowed him to lead her. Strange, this. She usually considered herself quite self-sufficient, even when she had been with Goliath. But around Franklin, well, something just simply made her want to let him make himself useful, let him take charge of something.

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They met Hudson in the hall, and Franklin grinned as he offered Jane to the old soldier. "Is Lucy still here?"

"Och, no, she's off ta work." Hudson beamed down at his daughter. "Why, lad? What is it yer needin'?"

"Guin needs some clothes to borrow or something. People are gonna stare at her and want to take pictures." Franklin frowned at the thought.

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"Ah, yes," she added. "I did not think to change before coming here. It is... not a convention I am used to."

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He looked at her kindly, considering. "Maria's a bit shorter 'n stockier, 'n I dinnae think ye'd like her style. I'll see what Angela's got."

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"Um, thank-you, Hudson," she replied. Angela, her Angela at least, was a confusing subject for her. The child of herself and Goliath, who called him Father and mourned a lost mother that was some reflection of herself. It was enough to make her head swim.

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"Yer welcome, lass." He grinned and turned to walk off into the depths of the castle.

"He likes being a dad." Franklin grinned too.

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"Frankly... I find the concept rather alien. But I do not begrudge him his happiness."