time to tip the scales!

RP blog for Robin from Fire Emblem. Affiliated with Parallel Region

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[freedrobin]

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x ♫ - AL NIENTE; Was it naivety? Or was it simply willing to take such a risk? Granted, a threat would not have been kind enough to offer a target with such a huge disadvantage any direction as to where they were, but how could this Pokemon come to the decision to trust him so easily? Friendly trills only served to further confuse Aries, a small part of him seeming envious of the childlike nature it still very much retained, even while in the midst of such a world. An invitation ought to be given a response, but first– it seemed to be polite to give this Pokemon a way to properly identify him. The trust given had yet to be reciprocated entirely, but… there did not seem to be any harm in at the very least, letting it know of his identity in some way.

Rustlings of grass would be followed by the sensation of what seemed to be furs from a tail brushing against the Deino’s legs, before a soft whine emerged from the Eevee. An attempt of sorts to show his reluctance in joining the other in playing, seeing that his priority was to watch over Leah lest there were some sort of danger. That being, not taking into account the potential danger, though unlikely, that Pokemon before him could turn to be, that was. Several soft barks could be heard, this time sounding much more inquisitive than before– he was curious if the other was accompanying a human as well, much like himself. It seemed plausible, considering this particular Pokemon did not seem as aggressive as the usual wild Pokemon they had encountered.

The dragon jumped a bit in surprise from the sudden sensation, but quickly recognized that this was her “something.” She understood pretty quickly his reluctance, causing her to chirp back: she was fine with that. Maybe the other creature just wasn’t in the mood. She wasn’t about to be too forceful yet--”something” wasn’t Robin, after all. Robin knew of and dealt with her more stubborn behavior, but “something” didn’t. And she wanted to avoid a fight.

And then there was a series of noises from the other creature, inquiring if she had a human. She understood, and gave a positive chirp to confirm that, yes, she had a human companion. The only problem was she didn’t know where he was at the moment--something she communicated with a few more chirps. Still, she could always follow her scent back where she came, and he would likely be there.

[freedrobin]

June 11th, 2018. Pokemon Update.

➡ Morgan has leveled up! LVL 15 to LVL 20

➡ Morgan has forgotten Tackle. Morgan has learned Dragon Breath!

➡ Morgan wanted to learn Roar, but didn’t.

Morgan’s ability to breathe blasts of energy has increased to the point where she has learned another attack based on it. She wanted to learn to use her roars in battle, but Robin decided against it.

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[freedrobin]

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x ♫ - AL NIENTE; It appeared that his assumption was right. Predictably enough, the Pokemon proceeded to continue on its way, before stumbling on its own feet and falling. The fall was nothing too serious, but it was enough to make Aries feel somewhat guilty that he had done nothing to prevent it. What was he to do though, remain where he was and allow the collision to occur instead? Well, it no longer mattered as the guilt he had felt gave way to cautiousness as the other picked itself up, looking around as though it was searching for something… Had it noticed his presence after all? Steps that were taken back towards him were very much unappreciated, seeing that there had yet to be anything for Aries to judge if this Pokemon ought to be deemed a threat or not.

Ah. Finally, some sort verbal communication to indicate its intent– ears twitched at the sound as the tense stance he held relaxed ever so slightly. Was it trying to convey that it was not looking for a fight? It was little to go off of, but certainly more than what he had moments ago. Granted, it would take more than that to convince Aries that he need not be on guard, but he was not as on edge as he had been. Tentatively, the Eevee responded with a soft, inquisitive bark of sorts in lieu of giving a warning growl– having opted to be on the defensive rather than appearing aggressive.

Morgan was pleasantly surprised to hear a non-aggressive bark in return. She gave her best dragon-ey smile as her tail started to wag. Sure, it sounded like the other creature didn’t trust her, but the little dragon wasn’t about to let that stop her from being nice! She trilled back again, this time more friendly and excited. Maybe “something” would want to be her friend if she was nice to them! She could only imagine how pleased Robin would be if she managed to make a friend.

Not waiting for a response, Morgan trilled again--an invitation to play. She wasn’t entirely sure if “something” would be up for it, but she figured she would inquire anyway. Her tail wagging intensified after, a clear indication of her inward excitement at the prospect of play. No, she wasn’t aggressive in the slightest--she only got that way when she or Robin were threatened.

[freedrobin]

June 3rd, 2018. Pokemon Update.

➡ Morgan has leveled up! LVL 10 to LVL 15

➡ Morgan forgot Focus Energy. Morgan has learned Headbutt!

Morgan has finally learned to use her headbutting as an attack. It took a few tests against a poor tree, but she finally learned how to use enough force to attack!

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[freedrobin]

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x ♫ - AL NIENTE; Remaining vigilant of his surroundings, Aries had been assessing the several routes that a potential threat may take, most of which having to do with the element of surprise– either lunging out from hiding to attack, or perhaps a distraction preceding an ambush… What the Eevee did not expect, was to hear rustlings of grass that rendered the following options unusable, instead indicating a quick approach. Sensory cues to the source of said rustling did allow him to ascertain its general direction, but it still did not prepare him for the sudden appearance of another Pokemon charging towards him seemingly out of no where. That was, until he noticed that said charge appeared to be ever so slightly off target.

Not only that, it appeared that the culprit was not aware of his presence, judging by its lack of reaction upon changing upon him. Perhaps…? There was a chance that the conclusion he had come to was wrong, which may potentially provide an advantage to the enemy. But he would rather do so in lieu of harming another Pokemon that had yet to show any sort of direct malicious intent, aside of the quick approach that appeared to not be slowing down any time soon, that was. Even then, said approach could be without ill intent. A quick glance over to Leah revealed that there appeared to be no similar sort of situation occurring on her part, only alluding more to the fact that it was anything but some sort of organised attack that he was paranoid about.

A step to the right was taken, effectively moving himself away from where the potential collision would have occurred otherwise, though a defensive stance still taken. While it appeared to not be much of a threat, he had yet to have ruled out the fact that it was a threat nonetheless entirely. And along with the fact that if his assumption was wrong, the Pokemon could easily change its path to be able to make contact with him, which would certainly the conclusive evidence as to whether he ought to be ready to fight, or not.

Morgan kept on going past the little fox-creature, only to trip over her own feet and fall down. How embarrassing. Well, she didn’t seem to mind for too long, as she got back to her feet and swiveled her head around, trying to find something with her hearing. Of course, she didn’t initially remember that she had a nose to sniff with. She was just too excited to find something that it slipped her mind. When she did remember though, she smells something nearby.

Huh, weird. Why didn’t she bump into it then?

The little dragon slowly took a few steps forward, sniffing around. She was determined to find this “something” and see what it was! She stepped forward again, finally finding a trail to find. It seemed to be... alive? Maybe, she wasn’t entirely sure. Not yet, at least. She continued taking steps forward.

As she got closer, she slowed to a stop. She wanted to be sure if “something” was alive that it wouldn’t try and hurt her. She trilled lightly, trying to get the message across that she was friendly. Hopefully, she wasn’t coming off wrong, since she really didn’t want to get into a fight.

[dropdeadfrederick-blog]

A reunion, of sorts

[freedrobin]

dropdeadfrederick:

“Necessity forces my hand, I’m afraid— here, I must be forward.”

Frederick’s brow furrowed a little deeper; what he said now could very well lose him the one solid lead he’d found thus far. Though his memories had fled him, Frederick was reasonably convinced that honeyed words were not a strength of his.

“Roughly one week ago, an event displaced a large number of people and beasts across the world, as I’m sure you’re aware. Am I correct in understanding you are among those displaced?” He paused, giving Robin a steady appraising look before pressing on.

“If so, I’ve a collaboration to propose. Ahem… if such things interest you, of course.”

“Oh? Yes, I’m aware of what happened,” he nodded. “And I am one of the ones displaced, I think.” Funny as it may seem, but talking to this man stirred some familiarity inside Robin. Did he really know this man prior to what happened?

Being offered a collaboration derailed his train of thought, though. He assumed it would be about what had happened. Whatever fleeting sense of familiarity disappeared at the idea. He wanted to know what happened, of course, but he also wanted to know what caused it. A small smile tugged at his lips.

“It does interest me.”

[freedrobin]

trouble in paradise [Elanor & Robin]

[freedrobin]

nohnohs:

’They’re not going to fight … are they?’ Silently from the sidelines, Elanor watched with bated breath as the situation turned dire. She was thankful that she wasn’t the center of the thugs’ attention anymore, their focus turned solely on her alleged hero. A pang of guilt knocked against her chest; was she a terrible person for feeling relieved it was him now, and not her?

Mr. Hero, as she dubbed him in her mind, and the thugs exchanged a few more heated words, before a chilling growl drew her attention downwards. Perhaps it was because she couldn’t see the creature clearly, it mostly being blocked by the thugs, but Elanor instantly found herself terrified of it. Dark blue scales covered the creature’s lower body like chain-mail, which instantly coaxed images of grotesque, reptilian creatures to the forefront of her mind.

Was it some kind of mutant lizard, she wondered? And as if the creature had heard her unsavory thoughts, it let out another intimidating snarl - causing the girl to flinch back. Well, whatever it was, she was in no hurry to acquaint herself with it.

The thugs seemed to share the sentiment, becoming much more on-edge the more the creature made it’s presence known. But fear apparently made the leader more aggressive, which in turn inspired confidence in the two lanky’s flanking him.

“The hell is your problem, man?! You don’t just interrupt someone when they’re talkin’!”

When the creature charged head-first into the leader’s leg, Elanor was just as shocked and horrified as the thugs. The leader let out a surprised cried, falling onto his backside as his knees gave out on him from the blow. 

“W-what the f–!?”

“You’ll pay for this!”

Spurred into action, the lanky’s readied themselves to fight back against the suddenly hostile creature and its master. But Scout wasn’t to be out done; the other creature had defended its human, and the pup was more than ready to do the same!

With an emboldened howl, he darted forward and clamped his teeth into the ankle of the nearest thug - causing the man to cry out in pain and attempted to shake the pup off. But Scout held fast despite the human’s flailing - simply biting down harder until a coppery taste assaulted his mouth.

“S-Scout!?” Elanor cried, shocked at how fast everything had spiraled out of control. With panicked eyes, she tried to catch Mr. Hero’s gaze - pleading with him mentally to do something about the current situation. 

Robin knew this would be a good chance to do a couple of things. One, he could have ran off with the girl and went for police help, but the one remaining thug could have followed or Morgan could have ran after him. Two, he could have gotten help just outright, but the thugs probably would have followed him like before. Three, he could have gotten into the fight, but then he would have risked getting arrested or getting hurt badly. None of them were really ideal, but he didn’t have much to work with.

He decided to throw out all of those plans and try one thing: get to the victim of this. She was still behind the trio, even if two were occupied with two particularly angry creatures. He had to find a place to pass by them as quickly as possible, without being dragged into the fray. In his haste to find an opening though, he met the eyes of the only unoccupied thug.

He wasn’t really surprised when he was lunged at, so he was barely able to dodge being tackled down. His attacker fell flat on the ground, and Robin turned to hurry off past the other two. The thug, however, grabbed a hold of his foot, pulling him down to his level. Hitting the ground took Robin’s breath away, and he audibly yelped. The man’s grin was only hidden by the bandanna across his mouth.

Morgan took notice, though, and turned around, running right into the human attacking her companion. She clamped down on what was apparently the arm of the assailant, causing him to yell and release Robin. He didn’t take the chance to hang around and see if the other one was going to get up; he got to his feet and finally rushed over to the girl.

“Are you okay?!”

His gaze quickly tore away from her as he heard Morgan’s growling start up once again. She was grabbed by the other thug, squirming and snapping at empty air. He was about to get up to help her when she found an arm again, chomping down again. She was immediately released, and fell onto her back. The little dragon quickly rolled onto her feet, the hairs on her body puffing up.

Robin decided he needed to do something more than watch his companion fight tooth and nail for him. He quickly turned his head to her.

“We need to get the police,” he whispered over to her suddenly, glancing back at the thugs as he did so. “Otherwise we’re fighting a losing battle. If you think you can go, I can try to keep them distracted. Or we can go together. Either way, we need to hurry.” He glanced back up. He hadn’t been noticed talking to her yet. Yet. There wasn’t any time to spare.

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@freedrobin​ requested for a starter!!

x ♫ - AL NIENTE; It had all started with her return to Slateport City. She had returned, or rather, retreated back to the only safe zone she knew of, with a newly earned injury and experience. Experience that indicated she ought to be more careful when it came to one of her strange notions, rather than going along with it headfirst without any thought given prior. With the return to Slateport Ciry, there had been yet another one of her notions, one that was less of a risk as it did not involve Pokemon– to search for a ship at the docks, in hopes to go somewhere. A success was what she had been rewarded with, much to her surprise, other than the fact that she had to now search for someone willing to ferry her to that somewhere. That somewhere being her wild guess that it was Petalburg City that was her destination. 

Then it began when Leah noticed a person being carried onto a stretcher, showing symptoms of having been paralyzed by a Pokemon. As always, she did not understand how she knew, she simply did– rather than going down that path, the words “ He’s paralyzed. ” escaped her lips subconsciously, eyes blinking in surprise at her thoughts spoken aloud. Which lead to one of the locals noticing what she had said, and as one thing lead to another… she was now helping out at a temporary relief center. Identification of the patients symptoms proved to be useful to the medics in the vicinity, causing her to be dragged from one patient to the other in order to assess their ailment. 

She had no idea what she was doing, and how she was doing it. But it would be rude of her to deny them of her apparent ‘skill’, which was why an hour had already passed since the composer had been roped into helping out at the center, while a certain Eevee watched from afar. Aries had not been pleased when Leah was so easily influenced into aiding these strangers, but seeing that she appeared to be happy that she could be useful, he opted to simply watch over her as he usually did, wary of any dangers that may come their way.

A presence. Ears twitched as the Eevee shifted his gaze around in search of the foreign presence that had entered the vicinity, watchful eyes scanning through his whereabouts. They appeared closer to Aries than they were to Leah, but there was a chance that there were multiple perpetrators… Hence, the normal type remained still, both eyes and ears focused in catching any signs of movement, ready to defend Leah and himself if need be. Actively seeking out the presence and attacking them was something he would not do, but if they were to pose a threat, he would certainly not hesitate to attack in self defense.

[freedrobin]

Robin should have realized that approaching one of those wild monsters wouldn’t be a good idea, but he had assumed that Morgan could protect him. Of course, the little dragon tried her best, but couldn’t completely protect him from everything. He could only assume that the creature was much stronger than she was. Robin ended up with a nasty bite and a cut across his hand. Obviously, he had enough of exploring after that encounter, and started to head back to a city called Slateport, searching for help.

He found it fairly quickly in a temporary relief center.

Naturally, he wasn’t the most extreme case, so he wasn’t taken in first. It didn’t really surprise him, but he couldn’t help but be concerned for the state of his wounds. He hoped they wouldn’t get infected. So he waited for his turn, Morgan at his side and whimpering. She certainly wasn’t happy with their current lot in life, but there wasn’t much he could do to help curb her worries. He also couldn’t help that she was quickly becoming very bored.

Morgan was able to behave so nicely at the library because she had plenty of things to gently bump her head against--which was her only way of “seeing” things at the time. This relief center, however, was scarce of such sensory details, making her anxious to bump into other things. And, of course, she was becoming bored of sitting around. Robin soon took notice, luckily, and told her to go off and explore.

She somehow understood, and took off into the great beyond, searching for something to bump into.

She didn’t find anything of note for a while, having to rely on her hearing to guide her away from other people--and creatures. She, however, couldn’t have noticed the eevee she was fast approaching. She just came closer and closer, until she was a few feet away from the fox-like being.

[dropdeadfrederick-blog]

A reunion, of sorts

It was early morning when Frederick pushed his way into the library— exactly to the minute at opening, had anyone cared to time him. He had dressed in plainclothes; a clean white button down, tasteful black trousers, and the tie he’d arrived in Unova with. As much as it disquieted him to be out of his armor, he knew he would have stuck out like a sore, well-protected thumb. Even so, the blindingly well-polished living sword at his side retracted somewhat from whatever subtlety he’d created… a glaring oversight Frederick chose curtly to ignore. After all, he needed some protection.

He walked through the library with purpose, brushing off the occasional, slightly baffled “can I help you?” as he scanned the building for a silver-haired young… aha!

“Robin?” he prompted, politely but firmly drawing the youth’s attention away from his work. He matched the description perfectly of course, but even so, Frederick was oddly, fiercely certain he had the right man. “A moment of your time, please.”

[freedrobin]

Robin had been having a pretty productive day at the library. He had put away around ten books that had been returned via the book drop-off, for one, and he had helped a couple of early birds find what they needed. Even though his job was mostly just those two tasks, it was oddly fulfilling to do. He was actually putting away some books he had checked out himself when someone approached.

He was surprised, to say the least, and turned to see who had called his name. Who he was met with was a man he didn’t know... or at least he thought he didn’t know. Memory loss wasn’t helping with remembering others, of course.

All he could assume was that this was a visitor of the library, which made some sense. He still didn’t know how he knew his name, but he wasn’t about to cause a fuss in a normally quiet place.

“Alright. What do you need?”

[freedrobin]

trouble in paradise [Elanor & Robin]

[freedrobin]

nohnohs:

Elanor had found herself in an impossible situation. Standing before her, a group of three men leered down at her - all of who sported matching bandannas tied over their faces and strange, mix-matched looking attire. They looked odd, alright; perhaps they were in a gang of some sort? Whatever they were, it was clear to Elanor that they meant trouble - and she had unfortunately found herself right in the middle of it.

“Hey, hey! Look what we have here.” The one on the right purred, his eyes sliding over her in a way that made her extremely uncomfortable. When the one on the left took a step towards her, she flinched back - all three laughing in twisted amusement at her discomfort. 

“Didn’t you hear the news? It’s dangerous for little girls to be wandering around by themselves …” The one on the right snickered at his companion’s goading. “Where you perhaps looking for the trouble? Hm?”

She took another step back, eyes downcast and body trembling nervously. “I … I’m sorry … b-but I really need to go …”

The one in the middle gasped and brought a hand to his chest in mock-hurt. “You want to leave? So soon? But we were just starting to have fun!”

And then he made to grab her, but stopped when he heard a vicious snarl. All three men jerked their heads downwards, where Scout stood defensively at Elanor’s side. The pup’s hackles were raised in obvious distress, and he barred his teeth at them in warning.

The three men fell silent for a moment, before simultaneously bursting into raucous laughter.

“D-dude! Do you s-see that?” 

“Hahaha! What’s that puppy gonna do, huh!? Lick me to death!?”

Elanor glanced down to Scout worriedly, not liking where the situation was headed. Although the yellow bandanna tied around his neck hid Scout’s rock implants, she didn’t want to image what would happen if he attacked these men and they ended up discovering he was actually a monster. Would they get even more violent with them? Would they … try to kil-

Both her train of thought and the three men’s laughter were abruptly cut off. It seemed something had ran right into the back of the center man, making him stumble forward with a loud ‘oomph’. The three of them snapped their heads towards the offender, but Elanor herself was too scared to look in their direction.

It wasn’t until she heard a gentle voice did she chance a peek at the newcomer.

“Are you okay?”

She quickly glance away from him, but did give a small nod of her head to indicate that she was unharmed.

“Oi!”

“The hell ya think you’re doin’!? Huh!?”

The middle man sneered, dusting himself off as he turned to square off against the new-guy. “Hey, punk,” purposely, the middle guy moved to block Elanor from his view. “Do you know who you just bumped into?”

Robin was far more concerned with the girl than the thugs, though they were blocking his view of her. He would certainly prefer to talk to her further to make sure they didn’t steal anything from her. Certainly, there would be something he can do--if Morgan didn’t already do something.

And Considering she was snarling and looking ready to brawl, the latter was likely to occur.

“No, I don’t think so,” he replied. Of course, he had forgotten most of what happened prior to the recent couple of months, so maybe he did know them and just forgot. Even so, he doubted that he had known them before. Rather, he assumed that this was the first time that he had met.

The middle man seemed surprised for a split second, but went back to his tough look just as quickly. “You ran right into a Team--”

“Yeah, that’s great. Mind telling me why you’re harassing this poor girl? She doesn’t seem to be doing anything to you.”

“She shouldn’t have been wandering around these parts! It’s too dangerous for girls to be wandering around, you know!” one of the others piped up. The middle one, meanwhile, was fuming from being interrupted.

“The hell is your problem, man?! You don’t just interrupt someone when they’re talkin’!” the middle one snapped, getting up in Robin’s face. His glare was fierce, and would have probably taken Robin out--that is, if looks could kill. The white-haired man, however, just glared back. He wasn’t about to be intimidated by a trio of losers.

Morgan, upon hearing the aggressive tone in the middle thug, ran right into his leg, using her head to find there he is. Once she did, she attempted to bite down. She wasn’t about to let her companion get hurt by anyone.

[freedrobin]

trouble in paradise [Elanor & Robin]

@nohnohs

Robin figured Alola had to be pretty interesting, considering all of what he read back in Unova. Of course, most were travel books from years ago, but he couldn’t help but be sold on the region. He had to go visit! So, as soon as he had time, he took a ship and set sail for the tropical Alola.

He really should have expected to run into the thugs mentioned in the news, but he didn’t pay much mind when he first heard it. He was just eager to hit shore and get to exploring.

Once he arrived in Alola, the white-haired man quickly hurried out, Morgan in tow. Wow! Alola was just as beautiful as the books had described--and shown through pictures. He was apparently on Melemele Island, but he couldn’t quite recall just what was on the island. Oh, right! He had picked up one of those free travel maps while riding on the boat. He pulled out and unfolded the pamphlet, heading forward while studying the map.

That was when he bumped into someone.

He ripped his attention away from the map to apologize, only to see someone dressed oddly. Ah, this must be one of the ruffians, and he was bothering some poor girl. Robin frowned and folded up the pamphlet, looking past the glare of the thug to meet the girl’s eyes.

“Are you okay?”

[freedrobin]

May 27th, 2018. Pokemon Update.

➡ Morgan has leveled up! LVL5 to LVL10

➡ Morgan has learned Bite!

During Robin’s travels, Morgan has been fighting off other, weaker creatures, and learned how to use her bites for more than just play or tearing up clothes.

[freedrobin]

Here’s a starter call for Robin! I’m capping this at 3 and will be dming those who like to see if they’d like to plot!

[nattsukashii-blog]

Sick Days || Robin & Kashuu

@freedrobin​ || Stater Call

       “It doesn’t look like anything here is going to be of use,” he sighs, carefully thumbing through the crips pages of a dusty, worn book. A dozen books in, and he was starting to realize that trying to research foxes wouldn’t get him very far when it came to Hotaru - as vulpine as she was in appearance she was far removed from an ordinary fox (of course she was, she could spit fire and force other beasts to sleep, your average fox couldn’t exactly spew out magic like it was nothing, and he used the term magic loosely, he hadn’t the foggiest idea as to the source of her powers was). Anatomically speaking, she was a bit smaller than your average red fox, and he couldn’t be certain that her internal structure was similar (he had to believe it wasn’t; if she could freely spew fire she had to also be resistant to it or would burn her organs and tongue) either. He sincerely doubted that she would currently appreciate him poking at her, but his ventures into unnecessary research was yielding no results. 

        A groan spilled against his tongue as he closed the book, and set it down on the growing pile beside his thighs. He was nearly through the library’s rather limited selection on foxes, not that he had expected them to have much in the first place, and it wasn’t going well. Stretching out his stiff legs from sitting cross-legged on the carpet, he leans back on his palms to glance at the small creature nestled lazily against his knee. Little whimpers echoing in the tiny hall as her red and white belly trembled with each breath she took. She felt hot against his leg, but that wasn’t really unusual for her - she was always a bit warm to the touch, but she felt like she was boiling against the slight breeze from the creaky fan overhead that kicked up strands of her orange fur. He’d already checked half a dozen times to make sure any of her old, healer injuries hadn’t suddenly flared up, but they had recovered nicely and showed no sign of an infection. 

        But he wasn’t a doctor, or a vet - or whatever the heck someone who tended to these beasts would even be referred to. He would argue that she had a fever, but he hadn’t the slightest idea as to how she could have gotten it or what he should do for her to help tame it. He’d already tried the usual medicines intended for humans, but she clearly wasn’t human, and not one of them had seemed to do much good for the poor thing. She was usually so lively - if a bit demanding, but now she was exhausted and desperate to crawl as close to him as she could get for security. He was hoping it would pass, but it had been three days now and, while she hadn’t taken a turn for the worse, she hadn’t made any progress either. 

         “Hang in there, okay?” He ghosts his knuckles gently against the light fringe atop her head. If they were in Johto, he could have at least tested various mixtures, but they weren’t, and he didn’t know this region well. She had the bad luck of catching something on the ship on the way over, and he had to back out of a job he had taken guarding said ship because he hadn’t wanted to put her through another trip across the ocean in her current condition. But he might not have a choice if he couldn’t come up with a way to fight off of her fever here. Pulling his hand away, he leaned his forehead into his palms, pressing his fingers into his dark locks in growing frustration. She had been such a bother when he had first rescued her - clawing and nipping at him, but she was all he had (and he couldn’t even help her; she trusted him, and she had nothing to show for it other than a fever and pained breaths). 

         He pulls his hands away when he feels her bushy tails flick against his leg; her little head lifting from the comfort of the floor as her ears twitched forward. It took him a moment to yank himself from his drifting thoughts, but he heard the footsteps as soon as he could focus his attention away from his companion. Ah, that reminded him, what time was it? How long had he been flipping through these books? He hadn’t thought it terribly unusual that he hadn’t seen anyone in a few hours given how a decent chunk of the population was still hiding in the safety of their homes, but it must be late now. He couldn’t feel the sun’s warmth drifting in from the window, and it was nearly too dark inside to see the titles written out on the books in the pile beside him. The library was probably closed, and he hadn’t even noticed.

           Quickly, he gets to his feet, doing his best not to rattle Hotaru and begins collecting the books he had left on the ground. Leaning into his toes in order to slot them back onto the shelf where he had taken them. He can still recall the order they had been in when he had gotten there earlier that day, but it seemed Hotaru would have to endure whatever was wrong with her another night. Tomorrow was a new day; he would come up with something, he refused to give up on her. As he pushes the last book back into its place, he hears the footsteps approach. “I’m sorry, I lost track of the time. We’ll be out of your way in a moment,” he admits, glancing at the owner of those footsteps out of the corner of his eyes before leaning down to carefully pick up Hotaru.           

[freedrobin]

Robin was a bit concerned.

He had been keeping an eye on one of the library’s patrons for a while now. He wasn’t getting into trouble or otherwise causing a disturbance, though. No, he was more concerned with how long this individual had been in the library. Of course, it wasn’t any of his business, but he couldn’t help but be concerned for both the man and his little fox-like creature. Robin wasn’t entirely sure what these monsters were--let alone their biology--but with the face that the owner was making, it was clear that something was wrong.

He would have helped out, or at least asked if something was wrong, but he was at work. He wasn’t exactly free to help others. With that in the back of his mind, he had gone back to work without actually asking if something was wrong. Still, he spent the rest of his day recalling the duo and wondering if he could have done something. He would have to wait till the end of the day to do anything.

He spent his day doing the usual: helping others find books and putting them back. It wasn’t hard, but he was particularly unfocused from thinking about that patron and his fox friend. Eventually, though, he forced himself to forget for a while, so he could focus on his job. It worked pretty well, all things considered, and he completely forgot the duo for a while.

By the time the library was closing, Robin recalled the man from earlier that day, and decided to check back on him and his companion. He expected to see them gone, so he was quite surprised to see them both still there. Wow, that was dedication, for sure. He was about to inform him on the library’s closing when the other man spoke first.

“Oh, it’s no problem. If you need to check any of them out, I can get you at the front really quickly--” And then he noticed the fox creature again. Geez, the poor thing seemed to be as sick as ever. “Is your friend there okay?” he impulsively asked, pointing to the creature to show who he meant. Morgan, who was standing by Robin, made a low, inquisitive noise. She was likely asking the same question.

[swallowdarkness]

@freedrobin !!

Wrong boat. It had been the wrong boat. Pi-chan had been meaning to get back to Kalos, where she was at least familiar with her surroundings rather than dead lost like in Kanto, but she had taken the wrong damn boat and ended up in another region altogether.

It wouldn’t even have bothered her this much if she hadn’t also lost her wallet on the trip; some stupid sea dragon just had to go and knock the boat around a bit and cause her to drop it into the ocean. She hoped it was worth it to the dumb monster, too, because her whole day was completely ruined.

Sitting on the street-curb, she called out to the closest person she could see, hoping against hope that he was a kind soul and could spare her some change.

“Hey, uh…..”

Pi-chan really didn’t like begging, but she was tired and hungry and too fatigued to try threatening somebody at gunpoint. C’est la vie.

“Do ya happen to have any spare coins? Y’see, I kinda came here on accident, and I need…..anything.”

[freedrobin]

Robin had been coming back from a local bookstore with Morgan when he ran into the stranger. He had made a good haul--that is, he was able to find three books on the history of the area. He was pretty pleased with this too, and he planned to head home to take a night to himself and read through as much as he could.

Of course, that would have to wait until he had seen what the stranger needed.

“Oh, yeah. I have some change that you can have!’ He quickly turned to pull out his wallet, digging through it. He managed to find a few hundred coins, and offered it to her.

“Here, I hope this can help. What happened for you to come here by accident anyway?” he asked, stuffing his wallet back into his pocket.

Morgan, meanwhile, kept looking the stranger up and down, seemingly as curious as her owner.

[serenes-forest]

Fire Emblem Meme: Favourite Protaganist (5/30) ↳ Robin (Awakening)

“We’re not pawns of some scripted fate. I believe we’re more. Much more… There’s something between us all. Something that keeps us together… Like…invisible ties, connecting us.”