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shadesofpurity​:

The Doctor Will See You Now

“The librarian? well… I guess that explains that. My name is Artur. I was a student of the Golden Deer prior to coming… well here. It’s nice to finally meet you properly, though.” Artur didn’t mind the lack of formality, he was just happy to finally see a familiar face around these parts. He temporarily locked the door, taking a seat across from Robin. “So, you are a court magician… I suppose that does make sense. They appear to have me acting as the Royal Physician, although as you can see, I.. don’t know that much about medicine. luckily, there was some notes about conditions and sicknesses left behind for me. So far it’s gone well, but.. I can’t help but feel I’m deceiving those that come to me. that aside though, I have one more thing I’d like to ask you about. Have you.. run into anyone else from the Monastery yet? I imagine the two of us weren’t the only ones spirited into this book.”

>Robin hadn’t even imagined how hard it would be other jobs to be faked. At least Robin knew magic and was technically a magician herself. As a doctor she would have been completely out of depth. The thought of putting someone at risk because she had no idea what she was doing was appalling, even if this was just a story.

>“You are the first familiar face I have seen, but one of the other court magicians I’ve heard of has a name that is familiar, and peculiar enough to not be a simply a coincidence.” It seemed they both had no information to share as of yet.

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shadesofpurity​:

The Doctor Will See You Now

Okay, Artur wasn’t just imagining things… he didn’t know her name, but he was certain he’d seen this girl before. but how in the world was he going to ask the question? he steadied his mind for a moment, making eye contact with her. “I am technically still a student, but I guess they just.. needed my knowledge in a time like this. I am not exactly a medic per se, but I know enough to get by. that being said, I um.. have something I’d like to confirm with you, miss. Are you perhaps….” It was now or never. if it turned out Artur was imagining things, he could backpedal on this and blow off the preceding question as a simple case of mistaken identity. “also a student of Garreg Mach? I know we haven’t talked before, but you definitely seem familiar.”

>Robin nodded, it was as she thought. He was a student. But he was not a doctor, but something similar. A cleric perhaps. And the mention of Garreg Mach specifically erased her remaining doubt, so she would speak plainly.

>“I was the librarian. And I recognize you as well. Seems we’re in the same boat, or book rather.” Robin walked over to the cot and went ahead and took a seat. There was no sense in formality right now.

>She continued, “My name is Robin. I’m a court magician here. I was looking around while I was free.” She wondered how many others were in this story, so far she had only met with this one. The head court magician’s name seemed familiar to her, but Robin had not seen her yet.

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shadesofpurity​:

The Doctor Will See You Now

Artur wiped the sweat starting to form from his brow as he once again took a seat behind the desk. it appears that he was finally on his first mission, sent to this mysterious, tome-based world by the Projectionist. why they chose him of all people, he would never quite understand.. his usual priest’s robes were swapped out for that of the coat of a doctor, and although he had usually gotten to the source of what had ailed the common folk when they came to the Emperor’s castle in search of the doctor, which was, well… him. he only had surface level knowledge of medicine and sickness, but hey, he was doing a good job, apparently! The ever so familiar sound of the door opening was heard once again as another person stepped in, but.. they looked familiar. “Greetings. what seems to be ailing you today- wait….”

>Robin regretted ever wishing she be in books she enjoyed, experience it first-hand. Luckily her set role was not something too unfamiliar to her in a way. One of the Emperor’s Court Magicians. She was a magician and she had been in service (albeit willingly) to royalty.

>So far Robin had been mostly to herself, she had yet to be enlisted anywhere or do whatever a court magician would. So far she had mostly been wandering around, trying to avoid interacting with others (it was odd, she knew they were merely written characters...), gathering information. It was what she did best.

>A cursory check of the infirmary met her with something unusual. The doctor looked strikingly similar to a student from the monastery. And by his reaction, he had perhaps recognized her as well. It was one she was very familiar with, but it was comforting nonetheless.

>Robin closed the door behind her with a soft click and replied carefully at first. “Greetings as well. You seem awfully young to be practicing medicine...I would have thought you still a student?” Robin checks the room quickly, finding it empty besides the two of them, before looking back to the doctor. Eyeing his face, she thought it best to play it safe and watched for his reaction.

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are there any aus you have for your muse? what are they like, and how is your muse different in them?

Idk if it counts but I technically have an au where Robin has Morgan in her timeline, but he still exists from the alternate ruined future timeline. The immense guilt of it would tear her apart, along with the relief she wasn't spreading her nasty bloodline and Grima's curse/mark to her child. She would probably adopt, but it wouldn't be Morgan.

Oh yeah I have a manakete Robin au where Robin's mom was a manakete to make Robin a better Grima vessel.

AUs where Robin's mom is alive and they meet after the war and she rediscovers her old life. AU where Robin doesn't have amnesia would be interesting. Without amnesia Robin I picture Robin as more confident mostly. But the idea her demeanor or/and personality pre-amnesia was completely different is really intriguing too.

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[ 🔮 ] what is your muse’s relationship with religion and spirituality? were they raised in a certain religion? have they stuck with the same set of spiritual beliefs all their life, or have they changed over time? are they settled in their spirituality now?

Complicated. It's hard to be too religious when you're in Robin's shoes. Robin knows Naga and is only alive through Naga's power, but straight worship would be kinda awkward. Robin doesn't want to get involved with gods anymore. Gods are just like really old people with more power than they know what to do with. Robin respects Naga as a person (dragon?) rather than as a god. But also she wanted to be 30000 miles away from Naga and all that. Other gods? Well Robin hasn't met them yet so jury's still out on that.

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[ 🤷‍♀️ ] how does your muse approach strangers? how does this compare to how they interact with close friends or lovers?

It really depends what Robin to talk about. Like unless it's about books or something specific, Robin can be pretty awkward and quiet with strangers. Except in combat or emergency situations, then her inner tactician makes her more confident. Robin is a lot less formal with close friends, almost careless in how she comes off? Like she will say some cheesy, emotional stuff that she would never say to a stranger. Robin is 70% inner monologue with strangers and 50% with friends. The less Robin is thinking before speaking, the more friendly she is basically.

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PROMPTS I’D LIKE TO RECEIVE, PART 1.

⤿   headcanon memes; comfort character edition!   tw: death, family, religion.    

send in a symbol and i’ll answer the corresponding question about my muse!

[ 🧱 ] how would you describe your muses’ morality? what are their core values?

[ 🌎 ] are there any aus you have for your muse? what are they like, and how is your muse different in them?

[ 😱 ] does your muse have any specific fears? where did those fears come from?

[ 🤝 ] how does your muse approach intimacy? are they hesitant, or do they like it? what types of intimacy do they like and dislike? (ex. physical intimacy, sexual intimacy, emotional intimacy, etc.)

[ 👪 ] what is your muse’s relationship with their parents like? was it always this way?

[ 💍 ] does your muse have a “type” of people that they prefer to enter relationships with? is their type generally compatible with them, or does the dynamic tend to be toxic?

[ 🏆 ] is your muse multitalented? what are their hobbies, and why did they pick up these hobbies? if they don’t have hobbies, why don’t they?

[ 🐱 ] does your muse have pets? did they have pets as a child? how do they feel about animals?

[ ❌ ] is there something your muse struggles with that they might never overcome? what is it? why do they have so much trouble with it?

[ ✨ ] what aesthetics or symbols do you reference when writing your muse? are these backed up by canon, if your muse comes from a canon? is there any specific relevance to these choices?

[ 🌱 ] what themes are relevant to your muse?

[ 💀 ] has your muse gone through anything traumatic? if so, how has this trauma affected them?

[ 💛 ] how empathetic is your muse? how compassionate are they? is this something people expect from them, or are people surprised when they find out how compassionate or empathetic they actually are?

[ 👗 ] what is your muse’s fashion sense like? are they able to dress the way they want to? what would they wear in an ideal world?

[ 🔮 ] what is your muse’s relationship with religion and spirituality? were they raised in a certain religion? have they stuck with the same set of spiritual beliefs all their life, or have they changed over time? are they settled in their spirituality now?

[ 🤷‍♀️ ] how does your muse approach strangers? how does this compare to how they interact with close friends or lovers?

[ 🎵 ] is there a specific song or songs you associate with your muse? why is that?

[ 💸 ] if your muse had no shortage of money, what would they buy?

[ 🐺 ] does your muse like solitude? do they prefer it to being around others? how easily does your muse get lonely?

[ ⚰️ ] what are your muse’s greatest regrets? what would flash before their eyes when they’re on their deathbed?

[ 🧸 ] does your muse keep anything sentimental? if so, what do they keep and why?

[ 🙏 ] what does your muse need? this can be something material or something abstract.

[ 📚 ] what books does your muse have on their bookshelf? what books would they like to have? if your muse isn’t an avid reader, is there anything they collect or might like to collect?

[ 😍 ] does your muse believe in true love? why or why not?

[ 😇 ] what would your muse do if they became a god?

[grandmaster-librarian]

grimalealkin​:

Uncanny

The lady Robin’s words all but cemented in Morgen’s mind that she had to be an alternate universe version of her father. She stared at her gloved left hand, the mark that tainted her blood always remaining beneath it. A forced smile crossed her lips. Oh how used to disappoint she was. She was far from stupid, she had somehow known from the very instant that she had seen the librarian that they were related in some twisted way.

“I understand…” There was much that she didn’t understand, but she knew much of the wars that Ylisse had fought in its past, including the ones before her birth in the future. Her father had never let her study into history go untouched, much like everything else that she studied. 

“You’re really just like my father, in many ways, except for your appearance of course!” Morgen’s head throbbed with an odd recognition, there was no denying that even without being from the same timeline, that Grima’s blood still held an odd connection between the two of them.

“Oh! If it’s alright, can I call you Auntie? Wouldn’t want to get confused!”

>Being called ‘Auntie’ struck Robin hard. Just one word, one title meant so much. Family, a missing piece of her, she thought she would never have truly. But now she had a son and an alternate version of that son. Her child that was not hers. It was a strange feeling. But having her as a niece would be a privilege and for that Robin was happy.

>The more logic-driven part of Robin’s brain determined an aunt-niece relationship would be the simplest way to define such a relationship without complicated explanations. Morgen had an obvious resemblance to Morgan and herself.

>Robin smiled and looked at Morgen with a touch of fondness. “I think that would be a good idea. We’re family now, you know?” Robin took a soft grasp of the girl’s hand, she had seen her look and she knew well what was hidden behind her glove. Even free from her own brand, the blood remained. Passing on such a stain to her own child was a sin she could never forgive herself for.

>“My son..he would be pleased to meet you. To know you. I’m sure. He attends classes here and...he is happy. And I hope that you can be too.” She was not close with her own son, but she understood him and she watched him, kept track of him. And she wanted to understand her niece now. Wanted to see her happy, laughing with friends.

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nagaficat​:

ABC: Amnesiac Bonding Club

“Please, I do not mind at all!  I think it would be rather nice to talk about it with someone who understands.  My loved ones have been so supportive but, even if I tried to explain, I do not believe they ever could truly understand.”  Deirdre smiles and reaches for Robin’s hands.  “Perhaps if we put our heads together, we might figure out a reproducible cure!”

It has been almost an entire year since Deirdre’s memories came flooding back but she has yet to actually discuss the impact of it much with anyone.  Normally she would not hesitate to turn to Sigurd or Arvis but this involves them too much.  But a stranger who has suffered a similar fate…that is someone she could perhaps open up to.

“May I confess something?”  Deirdre asks, her voice soft and timid.  “Before I was able to remember again, I was so happy.  I fell in love, learned I was actually a princess and the king’s granddaughter, and was married.  There were times that having no past or any idea what happened to me troubled me but other than that, I lived a life of complete bliss.  There were no happy memories but there was nothing sad either.  I was so very happy.”

She reaches for one of the books sitting on the librarian’s desk and runs a hand over the leather bound cover before flipping idly through it.  The contents do not even register to her as she stares down at the text, she is far too deep in thought.  “But then I was sent on a mission to Sreng and a young man appeared with bright pink hair.  We all were faced with difference visions.  It was as though a door unlocked and everything hidden away flooded out at once.  And now…”  Her voice trails off and sadness clouds her eyes.  Regaining her memories has forced her to face so much that she has lost.  “Knowing the details of what was stole from me has forced me to face exactly what I had lost.  I had friends.  I was married and even had a son.”

When Robin changes the subject to dark mages, Deirdre is glad.  There is so much more to her story and her sadness but to tell it would cast either Arvis or Sigurd in a negative light and she has no desire to do either.  She closes the book she had been fiddling with and turns to smile at the librarian.  “I have no reason to fear those who study the darker forms of magic.  My son–my other son–is an extremely talented dark mage!”

>Robin had thought the woman terribly naive at first, but she realized that wasn’t exactly right. She had an air of innocence, but it seems it was a matter of temperament. She was a tad sheltered too perhaps. But her life had not been without trials. Robin listened to Deirdre’s word in silence, letting her unload to someone could understand her.

>In a way the woman across from Robin was her opposite...Yet their lives were similar in someways, so Robin could acknowledge an kinship of shared understanding between them. She had regained the past that Robin both feared and yearned for. A past Robin ultimately gave up on. The thought of a cure just seemed to unlikely at this point. If there were a time for her memories to return it would have been at her ‘rebirth’ after killing Grima. But this she had accepted.

>Robin could not help but laugh at the Deirdre’s very apparent pride for her son, along with her misunderstanding of Robin’s warning. She was a very cute lady. Robin could relate too, as her son was very talented himself. She didn’t often get to brag about him.

>“Dark magic or it’s users is nothing to fear by itself, but I rather meant those that use more dubious magic...and I rather doubt the average student or even professor here would know of any such spells, outside of rumors.” Better not to send some too curious dark mage student down a wrong path anyway.

>Grinning broadly in return, Robin cannot help but speak of her own son. “My son is also very talented with dark magic, though he dabbles in any he can learn, and he well...he well has lost his memories in a similar circumstance to myself likely.” Robin shrugs at the absurdity of their mutual amnesia. “Is your son--or rather your sons here with you in Fódlan?”

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goldoandragonprince​:

“So that is how dragons in human form work in your homeland…” Kurth paused in thought, looking up from his taking of notes. Somehow, he felt closer to his father in a way doing this, in a way that he never had before.

“Though that is interesting. Of course the three goddesses are worshiped by all people, but when you put it into perspective like that, it is a little bit ironic, isn’t it?” Kurth had always had a hard time believing the blind way that many did in Tellius, especially after the tower. He had learned much of what he did not want to know, had watched his own father die before his very eyes because of everything that happened in that tower. He glanced back down to the pages before him, of a piece of his father that he had left.

“But… I do not find myself believing as much as others… it is a different situation with me… especially with how many laguz are treated in my homeland. Why should we believe in something that is so structured for beorcs?”

>“I admittedly don’t know about the details of the worship back home, and would not consider myself devout. And I know nothing of the goddesses of your land or the worship. But I believe in what I know. I believe in my friends. I believe in my will.” Robin stared at his blank, unmarked hand as she spoke her thoughts.

>Pulling her eyes from her hand, Robin smiled at her new-found friend. “We’ve really strayed from the original talking point, huh? But I have enjoyed the conversation. There is worth in personal accounts, shared in reminiscence. I do think your account will be an invaluable addition to your father’s.” For all she kept her face engulfed in literature, she knew the value...the importance...the necessity in conversation. Perhaps it was something she had neglected recently.

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Uncanny

grimalealkin​:

Morgen’s eyes widened at the mention of Ylisse, and the fact that she looked like this woman’s son. Robin… her name was Robin. Just like Morgen’s father’s. That almost cemented the fact in her mind that this was surely a version of her father from a wildly differently timeline.

“Well, I’m from Plegia, but I spent a lot of time in Ylisse!” Morgen felt like something was wrong here, but she couldn’t put her finger on what it was. Oh well, perhaps she would end up realizing later. Like, way later.

“Haha… um… my father’s name was Robin too… oh! I should give you mine! It’s Morgen! Daughter of the genius tactician Robin!” She laughed, trying to clear the air in the room for even a moment. She felt like she had messed something up by spilling these poor books all over the floor.

“Quite the coincidence that you share the same name, right?”

>With the mention of Plegia, all of Robin’s hopes of this being a bizarre coincidence died quickly. Robin, herself was most certainly born and perhaps raised in Plegia but she was still hesitant to call herself a Plegian. In a way, her ties with Plegia were buried with her memories.

>‘Daughter of the genius tactician Robin!’ Morgen had said proudly.There was no denying this was some sort of alternate timeline shenanigan, after meeting the younger Chrom here, this was a concept she could understand in a small way. It was bizarre, but what in her life was not strange?

>There was also a small part of Robin that burned with guilt, hidden far away in her her heart. Her own son, she rarely spoke to. The version of her that had brought him into the world, then proceeded to destroy it. Now she was a woman with a son she has no idea how to interact with. Morgan, she promised to herself, was better without her messing up his life. He was happy. But now there was another version of her son, a daughter from an alternate version of her.

>Robin was no left with the option to agree with the girl...she was so bright and lovely,..and call this all a silly coincidence. Robin would not have to know how she compared to the other her...or even poison the girl’s view of her own father. Who knew what could be different between their timelines, maybe that Robin helped to pick the pieces back up with their friends after Grima was truly gone.

>Letting out a sigh, followed by a slightly tired smile, Robin knew that keeping the truth from the girl would not work. If she was anything like her son, Morgen was smart and would find out herself. Plus there were others who could tell her. She didn’t want to hurt Morgen by lying to her.

> “I’m afraid this is more than a coincidence...I was Chrom’s tactician for Ylisse’s war against Valm, Plegia,...and Grima. You understand what I mean right? My son, Morgan, he goes to school here, but I haven’t given birth to him yet.” Robin spoke in a near whisper, to avoid adding to the gossip mill.

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ylisseanstar​:

☆ chromrades in arms | + robin

A few years…

Maybe he shouldn’t have been surprised, but that someone from his home country came here from relatively far into the future still stuns him. “You… that’s… I guess I’m kind of different from how you remember me, huh?” He pauses to think. “I left for Fódlan a couple months after the war with Plegia ended, if that helps you any. I hope the future is still peaceful as well—n-not that I’m asking if there are any major events  that happen in between to disrupt the peace!” Oh gods, what if there are major events that happen that disrupt the peace? She probably can’t tell me because it might mess with the timeline. Ugh! This is a little frustrating… no matter, we’ll get through it together.

Robin also seems to be a little nonplussed that he guessed their temporal differences almost immediately, and he perks up with the reminder of why. “Oh, that’s right! You’ve probably seen him around, but Marth is here! Not the lady seer from back home, the actual Hero-King! I’ve met him before, that’s how I realized that people were coming her from all different places and times. He’s very kind, by the way, and I really want to get to know him—if only I’d get over my, well, idolization of him. I don’t think he’d want his descendant hounding him like a crazy fan,” he mutters.

>The more she thought about it, the more she was sure this Chrom was coming from a timeline divergent of her own in so many ways. It worried her, though she would not show it. Walhart and Validar and Grima...all still threats. Chrom, so far away...alone, not yet a king, no spouse and baby...

>Robin was getting more stressed. Maybe things would be different...was this how it was supposed to happen? Chrom...did we stifle you, push you forward instead of helping you up? Was there truly no other way?

>Ah, yes the Hero-King. Honestly, she was never too interested by the mythical legend. And now he was here, young and vibrant. Strange happenings, but what was new? Chrom’s admiration for him was rather cute though. As was his bashfulness now, little did he know that he was her Hero-King truly. This was not something she would say to his face...well maybe with how young and doe-eyed he is now...Alas she had a reputation to uphold.

>Well that was enough introspection for today, Chrom...little Chrom....Chromling....he needed some reassurance and response from her. “The Ylisse I left was at peace, I would had not left were my services still needed.” Robin explained, giving the boy a calm smile. The urge to pat his head was ignored...he was quite tall.

>“As for Marth, he is simply a student now. I would suggest getting to know him as if he were someone else, not letting the what you’ve heard cloud your view of him.” Not that seeing him make a fool of himself would not be entertaining...

>Wait wait...’Not the lady seer from back home, the actual Hero-king’....Lucina! Oh gods, he does not know. Robin felt her body tense, but tried to keep her expression natural. This she would not comment on. It was not her place.

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goldoandragonprince​:

Kurth laughed, even more of a coincidence. How interesting that this Naga also happened to have draconic blood, though his own was far from divine.

“Fascinating. You know, dragons are not considered such divine creatures in my homeland. Yes, there certainly is so odd supremacy going on amongst dragon laguz over the other races, but to say that we are divine would be far from the truth. Though perhaps, it is just due to simple coincidence and some translations that are not quite the same.” He scribbled a few more notes down, quickly leafing through the book. There were not as many errors as he had spotted the first time he was looking through this, now that he was looking at it with a more critical eye. 

“I also find it quite interesting how dragons are worshipped as gods in your homeland. In my own homeland, we have three goddesses. Though they are quite human, at least as human as a goddess can be.”

>Robin tilted her head back and forth as she pondered. “It’s not that dragons are considered divine...it’s more there was a particularly powerful kind, the Divine...which are usually revered as the name implies...”

>“Though, dragonkin are near extinct in Ylisse. I know of three living dragons, two being blood relatives...and they all are manaketes, having sealed most of their power taking human forms...” Robin spoke as she recalled her past comrades. Nowi and Nah were powerful when transformed, but nothing close to Naga. It was lucky when cross-breeding between humans and dragons...and Taguels as well, the human side seems to lose. Or at least, Nah and Yarne both have all the characteristic and abilities of their mothers...perhaps that isn’t always the case?

>Pulling herself from another one of her thought sessions, Robin returned to spoken conversation. “Three goddesses that are all human?” Robin thought of something and laughed a little. “It’s interesting...in your homeland human goddesses are worshipped and mine has dragon gods.” She had noticed his perhaps inadvertent reveal of his identity as a dragon, himself, and it added a bit of humor to it.

[nagaficat]

ABC: Amnesiac Bonding Club

Deirdre has avoided questioning and wondering about the events in Sreng that led to the return of her forgotten memories. It had been such a blessing, that she feared too much thought into it might ruin it. Every bit of information that she now remembers is so precious to her, even the most mundane, that losing it again is her greatest fear.

But she cannot help her curiosity. Perhaps knowing more might lead the final pieces, the few blurred moments, that still remain hidden to be revealed. If she could learn what exactly it was that did this to her, perhaps she could prevent such a thing from happening again. If she could just recall the face of that hooded figure, maybe she would no longer need to fear them.

Magic is cast differently in Fódlan than it is in Jugdral. That much she has gathered from her lessons. With no luck during her research back home, perhaps there might be some sort of clue here. It was in Fódlan, after all, that her memories had been returned.

On an afternoon of no classes, she heads to the library intent on figuring at least something out that might help her. She approaches Robin at the librarian's desk. "Excuse me but I am hoping to find books that might pertain to memory loss in someway. Particularly if it involves magic. Would you have any idea where I might begin?"

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nagaficat​:

ABC: Amnesiac Bonding Club

Deirdre is amazed at how much Robin is able to tell her without even opening a book.  She has never met a librarian before.  Perhaps they are all this knowledgeable?  Or could it be that this woman just happens to have a particular interest in the very condition that had afflicted her in the past.  Either way, she considers herself quite lucky.

“Fortunately, I have recovered almost everything that had been stolen from me.  I just cannot seem to be able to picture the face of the man who took them.”

She takes the list and looks it over, tracing her finger along each of the titles written.  One of them must hold something for her.  It has to!  

“As librarian, you must have an idea of what areas certain students are interested in, yes? Perhaps someone specializing in dark magics might have suggestions for me. Or someone not native to Fódlan. It is as you say,” she offers a small smile, “I am lucky to have recovered anything. Sometimes I wonder if I should be grateful and content with what I have been given.”

>Robin widened her eyes in surprise. She recovered most of her memories...memories that were specifically stolen? How rare. Add the fact face of the caster is still blocked in her mind....a very perplexing situation. Robin felt her amnesia was quite simple in comparison.

>“Pardon.., but might I ask you about your situation? I apologize for being nosy, but I do have a personal stake in this topic. It seems you’ve have a harder time then me though.” Robin went ahead and decided to speak of her own struggles with lost memories. It wasn’t like it was a secret, in any case.

>“You see, I lost all memories of my life a few years ago. It was more of an accident from a unexpected set of happenings, rather than something deliberate.” Though Robin left out some details, in all truth it could be summed as simple as that. And her dirty laundry need not be aired like that...Ahem. “But it’s not everyday I can speak with someone who went through something similar, so I apologize if you rather not speak of it.”

>Robin gave a more serious demeanor as she spoke again, “And while I do know students that study dark magic, I would advise caution asking around about memory spells....” Robin paused and then lowered her voice, “People who use magic like that are dangerous. And sometimes knowledge is more of a burden than a blessing.” She seemed like a nice person and she was a student so Robin wanted to warn her a bit.

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Uncanny

>Continued from here. @grimalealkin

>Robin was feeling a terrible amalgamation of shock, confusion, and anxiety. And by the look on her son’s lookalike, she was feeling something similar. The girl’s comment about a resemblance to her father confirmed that. At least this wasn’t another future child of hers.

>Two people looking similar being unrelated isn’t unheard of, but this two people looking similar and also having children that looked alike with no relation...it seemed unlikely. And added the fact that Robin isn’t working with exactly a full family tree here...

>Robin shook her head, “Not at all. You look like a female version of my son truly.” Now how could she ask if they were possibly related without dragging in her messy family situation...

>“Are you from Ylisse by chance?” Robin asked whilst kneeling down to help pick up books. That was a good neutral starter question. “I’m Robin by the way, and that’s where I’m from originally.” Best not ask invasive without giving her name after all.