Saturday 6th August, LPS Level 12
"Lance! What're you doing?" Guin hissed at the man looking through the keyhole.
"I'm making sure the keyhole's clean, what do you think I'm doing?" He hissed back, "I'm trying see this Castus bloke."
"Gods, Lance, you're worse than a kid on Christmas. I doubt he's your type anyway, he probably listens to opera for fun." Lance glowered at over his shoulder before straightening.
"Guin, I am NOT gay. Why do you not und..." His voice trailed of as the door was opened and a man stood in it's frame. He was tall and muscular, with dark curly hair which was long enough to occasionally fall into his eyes. He wore a dark suit, although nothing particularly fancy. His skin was tanned from a life outdoors and he had an almost weather beaten face. He was clean-shaven and had a half-smile of greeting on his face.
"Hello." He greeted them, seemingly unaware of their staring, "Detectives Guin and Lance I presume?" The two nodded, "Would you like to come in?" Without waiting for an answer he disappeared inside, that bought them out of their separate reprieves. The man was obviously used to being obeyed, it was the only thing him that seemed to say noble at all. The two quickly followed him.
"I am bi." Lancelot whispered weakly as Guin walked past, "I'm fucking bi." His eyes trained on the ass of their new boss. Guin didn't answer him, instead she pulled out a compact mirror from her jacket pocket and quickly gave her appearance a once over.

Friday 5th August- On set, in a field near Whitchurch, near Reading
"Impressive." Isolde said with an appreciative nod, looking at the forty foot long wall they had built in the large field. They were about a half-an-hour's drive away from Charleson House so it was pretty convenient really.
"Hmmm." Galahad nodded in agreement, Gawain however eyed it with a critical eye.
"You're not a stunt man anymore Gawain, you don't need to calculate just how to jump off the top with breaking any limbs." Gawain just grinned at the secretary.
"Never hurts to know." He told her, "I know how to jump out of the top window of Charleson Manor with minimal injury which turned out to be a good thing in the end. If I haven't, those fangirls might of jumped poor Galahad here and carried him away to their underground lair." Isolde rolled her eyes
"Stop being so dramatic Gawain, the most they would of done is scream Gerant or Galahad and pleaded that he gave them his autograph."
"Yeah on their knickers." Gawain added with a snort, remembering past happenings, "You don't understand just how dangerous they really are Is. They could mentally scar a man for life."
"He's right you know, the word 'fangirl' is enough to send a shiver down any sensible celebrity." Galahad added.
"I know full well what they're capable of Galahad; I used to be one."
"You did? For who?" Galahad asked in amazement
"None of your business." She told him smartly before turning towards Antoine Fuqua who was coming towards them with smile on his face

Friday 5th August- A pub called The Red Dragon, near to Charleson House, London.
"VAN!" The rancous tones of Eric Borland resounded through the pub. However I would suggest that you don't call him Eric unless you want a broken nose, he really does hate that name.
"Bors!" A harried looking red-head appeared in a door frame behind the bar, when she saw her fiance she grinned.
"I'm home." The dustbin man said with a large grin before speeding over to give her a passionate kiss.
"Ewwww." Came the chorused protest from the five kids that had followed Vanora to the door. Bors broke off from Van to glare down at them.
"Shut up, ya little bastards. Where's Gilly?" He looked around the small group before a small boy sped around the corner.
"I'm here Da!" Bors hefted him up.
"You been drawing?" Gilly nodded and grinned accomplishedly, "You got one done?"
"Yep." Gilly said with a hint of pride in his voice.
"You feelin' better now?" Gilly nodded vigourously, "Good lad. Why don't you show me this picture of yours?"
"Ok." Bors put the kid down and allowed himself to dragged by a small hand inside. Vanora shook her head and watched him go with a fond smile. For all his rough exterior Bors was soft on the inside, she'd seen it almost as soon as she'd first seen him fifteen years ago. He wasn't one for commitment though which is why, after thirteen years of engagement, they still weren't married. It wasn't as if they weren't happy though so Vanora never pushed it. As far as she was concerned they were married, why should she care if the government didn't agree?
She sighed and went back inside, ever since her last cook had quit she'd been run off feet, having to cook, clean, look after the kids, serve and then work out finance because Bors couldn't handle numbers to well. She was beyond glad when Bors returned home at two so he could take the kids off her hands. She rolled the sleeves of her dress up and started on dinner for that night.

Friday 5th August- The Red Dragon, 7:30pm
Galahad adjusted his blond wig one more time before entering the pub and scratched at the beard they had made him grow for the movie, he still had to think up and reasonable excuse for it's darkness. After a second of thinking he shrugged and decided to blame it on Gawain. Gawain, Dagonet, himself and Isolde quickly sat at their usually table at the back of the pub and once they sat down Galahad was quickly volunteered to get the first round- much to his ire.
Not five minutes later Guin and Lance arrived.
"Guin!"Isolde called to her only female friend. Vanora was great but she was always to busy to be really classed as a friend, she was more of an acquaintance.
"Iz!" Guin quickly steered her way through the beginning of the evening's patrons, Lance close on her heels. She sat down on the seat Isolde had saved for her. "So how have things been?"
"Alright, nothing fascinating, as usual, and no dark, handsome, sexy man has turned up to whisk me off to bed either." She replied with a sigh, before grinning as Guin started laughing.
"It appears that you and I have the same problem." Then she saw Gawain rooting around in his pocket, "What's up, Gawain?"
"Forgot my fags, I'm gonna go get some more. Be back in a minute." With that he stood and disappeared out into chilled night air.

Friday 5th August- Corner shop near to The Red Dragon called Spars.
The door made a little tinkle when Gawain opened it, or rather the bells above it did anyway. He shuffled over to where a young woman behind the counter. In front of her was a book that she must have been reading before the bells had heralded his arrival.
"What can I do for you?" She asked him in a bored tone.
"Pack of ten Mayfair, please." As she turned around to get it he looked down at the book on the counter. A cook book?
"Yeah, I like cooking, is that a problem?" She asked defensively. Gawain flinched as he realised he'd said it out loud. The bodyguard shook his head hard enough for strands of hair to whip him around the face. "Good." She handed him his cigarettes, "That's 2.47." She told him. He handed her the fiver and took the chance to study her as she got his change. She looked a few years younger than him so possibly mid-twenties, and had blond hair that was chopped short around her face giving her a boyish look. There was not, however, anything boyish about her curves, although she was as skinny as a rake which suggested that she lived on little money, and so did her job. "2.53 change." She handed out his change and pulling him temporarily out of his reprieve, she had sea green-blue eyes, "Do you want it or not?" She asked him impatiently.
"Oh, sorry." He took the change from her, "Thanks." With that he turned and left, on his way out he glanced back to see her hunched over her book.

Friday 5th August- In a London Police Station, on an 'authorised only' level. Let's call it LPS- Level 12.
"One coffee, milk, no sugar." Guin said as she swept into the office and placed the aforementioned drink on the desk in front of Lance.
"Ah, the gifts of the gods." The handsome man replied, "Sometimes I wounder if your really an angel in very heavy disguise Guin." Guin rolled her eyes as Lance drank his steaming coffee with great eagerness. She sat down with her Dr Pepper at her own desk which was situated quite close to Lance's.
"Yeah whatever Lancy-pants."
"Lancy-pants?" Lance looked at her confused
"Well, your pants seem to be where your brain resides." Lance snorted and then grinned a bit lecherously
"Or is it just you want to go, Guin dear?" This time Guin snorted
"In your dreams womanizer."
"And what pleasant dreams they are." He replied in a dreamy voice. Guin rolled her eyes and humphed in disgust.
"Your insatiable, and disgusting."
"Why yes I am. Most woman like my insatiability, not many men can get up for the second round nearly as quick as I can."
"Like I said, disgusting." She took a drink and a bite from her mayonnaise-free chicken salad sandwich -she hated mayonnaise. "So what's happening with Myrrdin then?" She asked inclining her head at his desk before wiping her mouth delicately with her hand. Lance picked up the report on his desk.
"The woads have been getting a little crazier, there's been more casualties of both the woads and the police, and more armed robberies going on." He flipped a stabled page over, "And there looks like there's a new gang on the streets." Guin lifted a perfectly plucked eyebrow and walked over, she looked at the report over Lance's shoulder.
"They believe they are called the saxons due to the tattoo they have on their left upper arm. Appear to be some kind of biker gang, but they don't know who their leader is." Guin summarized. "They appear to be fighting the woads."
"Yep." Lance put the report down and looked over at her, "You smell nice, new perfume?" Guin nodded, "Chanel?"
"Mmm-hmm." Guin confirmed, "Let me guess, another boon of being an long-established womanizer, extensive knowledge of perfumes?" Lance just smirked wickedly in answer. Guin shook her head and walked away to her desk. "So what do you think our new boss, Detective Inspector Castus, is going to be like?"
"Well he's in aristocrat so I'm expecting pompous arse." Lance replied bluntly
"Posh, and looks down his nose at us..."
"...Like we're something on the bottom of his shoe." He finished for her, she nods
"Will be an expert at guns because Daddy paid for lessons..."
"...And will have never been in a hostile situation."
"Will know everything about how criminals work because he's got a degree..."
"...And will be next to useless because he'll forget that they know we knew that and they try to out-wit us at every turn."
"He'll be tall, handsome and perfectly manicured..."
"...And will refuse to get his hands dirty."
"He'll be thin yet lithe because he goes to the gym for his image..."
"...And will fall to a breeze in a fight because he's so terrified." The two gave in and fell into peals of laughter.
"We're going to have a magnificent time." Guin commented.
"Aren't we just, how long do you reckon it will take before he runs away with his tail between his legs?"
"I'll give him a month."
"Ooh, optimistic."
"I like to think so." The two laughed again, "You know, I don't know why the bother employing these useless prats. The only reason either of us need a boss is to keep us from killing each other when we get into an argument..."
"...Which happens a lot." Lance interrupted.
"A helluva lot. The only one that got close was that Baudwin guy who started crying when our voices got not much louder than it is now. We were both so shocked that we stopped fighting." The two of them grinned at each other.
"I remember that one. He didn't last a week did he?"
"Nope, pathetic little twerp if I remember correctly. Short, fat and balding wasn't it?"
"Mmm-hmm." Lance nodded. "We'll see on Monday. If we're right, which I have the sneaking suspicion that we are, then we'll find out then. I can't wait to see the sod piss himself when someone points a gun at him." Lance said eagerly, Guin rolled her eyes.
"So eager to watch a man get so scared, people might start thinking your sadistic Lancey."
"I am when it comes to the gentry, most of them need taking down a peg or two."
"You're still smarting after Galahad stole that girl from right under your nose last week."
"I am not! Besides he's famous. I'm just an under-paid undercover policeman."
"I'd just like to remind you that at the time Galahad was wearing a blond wig and green contacts and using the name Liam." Guin pointed out with much glee, the gentry weren't the only ones that needed to be brought down a peg or two. Of course Galahad didn't know that they knew he's true identity, just as he and his group didn't know that Guin and Lance were cops.
"Shut up." Lance replied sullenly
"So witty Lance. You going the pub tonight?"
"Of course, we all go on a Friday, we've been doing it for long enough for you to have worked that out by now." Guin shoot him a scathing look
"Shut up and appreciate that I'm giving you a change of subject."
"Yes, yes, so sorry, dear Guin to have offend you in anyway shape or form." He replied to which Guin just rolled her eyes and finally turned back to the work she'd left on her computer, finishing off her sandwich and Dr Pepper as she did so.

Wednesday the 3rd of August- Charleson Manor
"I swear they were taking the piss when they offered me that job." The young actor declared.
"Don't be silly Galahad, they have you playing Lancelot, and besides they'll be putting up your screen name not your real one." His secretary replied
"And just how many fans know my real name, Isolde?"
"How am I suppose to know? What do I look like to you, a bloody statistics chart? I don't know everything!" She shook her head exasperatedly.
"You've got to admit Isolde, they were probably having a bit of joke when they choose him." Gawain commented. Isolde just threw both her hands up into the air.
"I give up!"
"You said that last week but your still here." Galahad replied cheekily.
"That's only because you pay so damn well. If you weren't my employer I'd smack you sometimes." Isolde told him
"No you wouldn't, I'm just too lovable."
"Dag, tell him he's an idiot." Isolde whined pleadingly
"As you command milady." The quiet manservant replied, "Sir, I have been told to tell you that you are an idiot." He managed to say it in a completely serious voice with only the flicker of a smile flickering around his lips.
"You're calling her a lady?" Galahad asked incredulously, "I still have nightmares about her eating me for dinner!" The petite strawberry blond humphed
"I thought I told you I didn't bite when you hired me." She replied
"Then you said only if I keep you in a good mood."
"Oh yeah, so I did. I'd forgotten about that, then again, it was almost 5 years ago. Five years with you lot. I'm still not sure how I've managed it. I swear if it wasn't for Guin I'd have gone insane." She shook her head. She looked around Charleson Manor library. "You know this place could do with some serious dusting. I'll call the cleaner in the morning."
"What's the point it doesn't get used. The only thing that happens in here is us talking about movies I've been asked to star in. I don't think these books have been read for ages, even Grandpa gave up after a while." Galahad replied
"Because it can be. It's not like you have to the dusting yourself Galahad, and we obviously have the money spare for it to be done."
"Fine call her up, bring her in to do a bit of dusting, we'll get some entertainment watching Gawain try to catch a woman." He agreed
"Hey!" The blonde ex-stuntman cried indignantly.
"Galahad!" Isolde reprimanded him, "Play nice or I'll tell the press you have syphilis." Galahad sat straight up
"You wouldn't!" He exclaimed, outraged yet disbelieving
"Wouldn't I?" Isolde stood up and started to leave, "Play nice boys." She grinned at them before leaving.

Am planning a new KA- an AU, where the lovely knights are born in the modern day. I love planning but sometimes it's called overkill which means I exhaust the story so much there's no point in writing it. Unfortunately I think I've got to that part here. Maybe not, well, hopefully not, but...
Anyway, it's set in London and a movie set near Reading, yet closer to village called Whitchurch. It's basically a romance with other plots thrown in.

So in this story I have Galahad as a professional actor. He's also the son of a minor noble -Baron James Charleson junior- who died with his mother when he was six in a car crash. (I feel kind of guilty doing that to Galahad seeing as that he pines the most for his family in the movie but I think it adds a bit of spice and realism to the story.) He's brought up by his grandfather who made a lot of money at his business, I'm not sure what it should be though. However his grandfather's not long since died and Galahad inherited quite a lot of the old man's money and his business. So he's very rich and very eligible.

Then there's Gawain, Gawain Wolfe He was originally a stunt man who worked with Galahad on one of his movies. The two hit right off and in the end Galahad asked him to become one of his bodyguards, Gawain accepted almost immediately.

Now Gawain fancies Isolde Young, Galahad's private secretary. A petite strawberry blonde with delicate features, don't let her outward features fool you, she's tough and stubborn, she knows what she wants and she'll get it eventually, no matter how long it takes. To use a favorite quote of mine: once she's got her nails into a crack an avalanche wouldn't dislodge her.
To complete the household there's Dagonet. He is Galahad's manservant/chauffeur and also another bodyguard. A bit like Parker in the Thunderbirds for Lady Penelope( If you've seen the movie- and probably the show too- you'll know what I mean) He's also good with anything mechanical and small children- once they get over his immense size.

Dagonet's brother is Bors, who's name isn't actually Bors but Eric Borland. However he hates the name Eric and only his mother and father called him Eric and got away with it. His father and Dagonet would usually call him Ric, everyone else ended up calling Bors. Bors and Dagonet's father died a few years back however their mother lives in the town Maidenhead.

Engaged to Bors was Vanora Black, the mother of his eleven children, they have been engaged for eleven years but still have no intention of ever marrying. They sometimes joke about trying to make a new world record of the longest engagement. Vanora is the landlady of a pub in Camden town called The Red Dragon (just making a small connection with Wales, where the woads/picts originally came from.) Bors however is a dustbin man just because I could see him doing it. Anyway Bors doesn't have the patience nor the character to be a bartender.

Frequenting this pub is Lancelot (Lance) DuLac, who seemed to fit so perfectly into just about all positions I put him in that I decided to turn him into an undercover cop, or spy, I'm not quite sure yet. He is, of course, a naturally ladies mind and doesn't have fame like Galahad does to get him the women, just his charm. A charm that has saved his life on occasion. He's not the only local to the pub, he's joined be Gawain, Dagonet and a wigged Galahad, (Galahad wears a blond wig and green contacts to hide his identity.)

Lancelot's partner is Guinevere Penn, who hates her full first name and insists on being called Guin. She'll occasionally go to the pub, just like Isolde she goes every Friday night and sometimes Saturday nights too, or they'll have a girl's night if they want to do something. She's strong-willed like her best friend, Isolde, is always ready to bring Lance down a peg or two, or maybe three, and hard-working almost to stage of obsessed. In her line of work friendships are hard to come by as they could become endangered and they aren't allowed to reveal their identities to just anyone. So she cherishes her current friends a lot more than she admits, especially Isolde who is her only female friend.,Of cousre if Isolde had been any different they would of been unlikely to ever get on as well as they do and Guin would of slowly gone insane from the overdose of constant testosterone. Guin had eventually allowed herself to dragged to the pub after Lance coerced her into it, telling her that Isolde would be there. Guin and Lance were called in after the attempted assassination of Galahad and the group found out that their drinking partners, Lance and Guin, were undercover cops. The assassination attempt was by the woads, a large gang that controls most of the north of London.

The leader of this gang is Myrrdin (an older version of Merlin) Dagon who is distantly related to Guinevere. He is also a minor noble, unfortunately for him none of his family came up with a successful business except for one in crime, but it seems to suit the man. His family have an ancient blood feud with Galahad's of about 12 generations. Along time ago a woman from the Charlson family called Rose, married into the Dagon family to a man named Kester. Rose turned up dead a few days later and the Charleson's accused Kester, the Dagon's were defiant that it wasn't, however no evidence was ever found to back up either claim. Over the years the tale changed, were exaggerated and twisted, in the end only thing that remained the same between the two tales of each family were names and mysteriously both families refused to acknowledge or even believe that the two had married.

Another noble is Arthur Castus, his family however is much higher up in the heirachy than Galahad's or Myrrdin's. He has always believed in law enforcement and justice which is why he took a degree in crimeology. His status means to just be a police officer would not be beneficial for either his image, and he would lose the information he could gain about his fellow nobles who are more corrupt than he, so he believes as an undercover cop he would be more useful.

Arthur's rival is the leader of another gang, the Saxon's that are starting to take over the North-East, much to close for the Woads liking, there's been uprising of crimes, shoot-outs and killings in the past months that this gang has been active. Their leader is unknown to all but two, a very high up Saxon, Raewald, and this son. The leader is Cerdic Charleson and is in fact Galahad's grandfather's nephew.
His son is Cynric, and is a bit dense. He is Galahad's second cousin, but the two of them have never meet. His father is quite rich as it is but he wants Galahad's business firm. Cynric's not that bothered but is jealous of Galahad's fame and attention. Especially of the fact he gets to work with many beautiful women and is reputed to have wooed many to his bed.

Cynric and his father hire the assassin Tristan to kill Galahad as their own attempts and hitmen have failed. Tristan, rides a motorbike, smokes and has a grungy look about him. He's also got an amazing animal thing about him that makes women both fear him and desire him. He likes the kill and gets paid well, he doesn't care who kills, rich or poor, as long as he gets paid. He's a pro. Except his line of assassinations come to an end when he meets a feisty woman who seems to have just as much magnetism as he does, Galahad's secretary.

Another beautiful woman that Galahad's associated with is his latest co-star Rain Fulcinia Brooks. An actress born of two other actors, she's never really wanted to act and has always been forced into it by her parents. What she really wants to do is go back to university to do a degree in forensic scientist. She's intelligent and nowhere near as squeamish as people assume, or she pretends to be.

Another woman in Galahad's life is the woman who supplies the horses for the movie, Elysia Smith. She's independent, and although she's not particularly stubborn she's no push-over. She's quarter spanish, has black hair and dark almond-shaped eyes, which when out-lined with eyeliner give her a very exotic appeal. However she's usually bare faced of all make-up and has her long hair dragged back into a ponytail so to keep it out of the way of her work with the horses. She is not, however ugly, although she is a little plain, she still holds a certain appeal, especially to the young Galahad, who still holds on to the vestige of teenage hood with his high lustful appetite just like Lancelot.

Another girl in this story is Kayla Matthews, a girl who loves to cook but is stuck as a shop assistant in a corner shop near the pub. Gawain goes in there one day to but a packet of fags and finds her reading a cookbook, she admits to her love of cooking. Gawain basically forgets about her until Vanora mentions needing more help because she cooks, cleans and works the bar in her pub and it's hardw ork, Gawain mentions the girl to her and Vanora eventually agrees. She goes to the corner shop the same time Gawain did and confronts the girl who accepts eagerly, even for a low wage, although it's only about 5p less an hour than she got in the shop, and would be doing something she loved.

So there's all my main characters- so far. It's nice to get it off the paper and down in a more organised way.

I think I might add Jols in there somewhere. Under the name of Julian, as Jols could be the shortened name of Jolyon, which was an old-fashioned form of Julian. I don't know where to put him yet though. I think I might make him a undercover cop in training.