Just a shopkeep

Robbie appears to be your average stoner who just happens to own and run a spice and herb store. Of course, nothing is as it appears. The store really deals in magical supplies for those in the know, and he's really the child of a fairy and a witch, even though he wears charms to mask his nature. His real name is Robin Goodfellow Jr., named by his mother for his father. This is his story. [Indie RP. No fandom. Will RP with anyone regardless of fandom. Tracking robbiegoode if you want me to see a post]

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I am probably bringing this account back soon

at a more reasonable hour than now though

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okay yes

pause on replies because I'm losing coherency.

back tomorrowish

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[she chuckles] Do you normally meet strangers in alleyways?

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I generally avoid alleyways, big blue box just caught my eye.

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…Uh , no. I just…don’t always end up…where I mean to. What do you mean?

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…nothing, nevermind. Hi, I’m Robbie.

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Hi Robbie I’m…really close to you in this alley [edges away]

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Yeah, this is probably the most awkward introduction of my life.

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…Uh , no. I just…don’t always end up…where I mean to. What do you mean?

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...nothing, nevermind. Hi, I'm Robbie.

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*Walking in a strange city*

*Feels a bit lost so he lights up a joint to calm his nerves*

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“Smoking will kill you.”

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“A lot of things might kill me.”

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“Yeah, but you shouldn’t add smoking to the list.”

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"It has no nicotine and makes me feel good."

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There…are a lot of people at my door…

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…should I leave?

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…No… no you’re fine…

[exits the TARDIS and closes the doors behind her] …Where am I?

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New York. *tilts his head* Do you get shoved into random locations uncontrollably too?

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*Walking in a strange city*

*Feels a bit lost so he lights up a joint to calm his nerves*

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“Smoking will kill you.”

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"A lot of things might kill me."

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*Walking in a strange city*

*Feels a bit lost so he lights up a joint to calm his nerves*

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There…are a lot of people at my door…

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...should I leave?

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robbiegoode took a walk in the park

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*He tilts his head, studying the man* …Do you need help?

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*He glances up at the stranger and thinks bitterly for a moment about assisting the stranger, for he may be an angel in disguise. ‘Joke’s on’ them, as it were. He’s not any more deserving than anyone, and not any more capable to distributing rewards.* Thank you for the offer, but I’m fairly certain it’s out of anyone’s hands.

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It's still worth talking about, at least? I mean, just a thought. You could get a new perspective that you might not have considered before.

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raspberrylilies replied to your post: raspberrylilies replied to your post: Anybody...

happy high shop

damn straight

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fixin mah tag

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raspberrylilies replied to your post: Anybody want a starter or to plot or anything?

i like it

It was that or outofweed or outofthestash

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Anybody want a starter or to plot or anything?

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Morrigan and Robbie

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It had been a long while since she had thought of Setanta or the war. Morrigan almost forgot the events that lead to her demise, but it all fluttered through her mind vividly when Robbie spoke about preserving sanity. The memories burned the same as they did centuries before. The stench of burnt out flames and blood tickled her senses like it did the day she revealed herself to Setanta. A small pain in her chest throbbed with the memory of his disbelief and rejection, with the memory of his limp body a midst the battle. All at once, Morrigan relived her pain, loss, and hatred.

She shook her head. ” I don’t agree. You’re relying on false security if you believe the magic will not affect the mortals. It always does whether they are aware or not.” His sudden laugh reeled her out of the bittersweet memories. Her head snapped sharply, catching a small glimpse of his smile before he continued on. “Ulaid is not a puzzle, as you say.”

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He frowned, watching her react. He worried if perhaps he had brought back some old memories that were best left forgotten, the way she was reacting seemed to be drawing her mind away from the present, and he worried about her state.

He blinked and chuckled. "All security is false security. To believe otherwise is denial and self delusion." Shrugging, he added, "And it isn't a puzzle to you because you know it well. It would be a puzzle to me."

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Oh… can I help you at all?

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*Robbie blinks, sensing some sort of power from the man. Maybe enough to figure out what he is. Better play it cool* Uhh...I'm fine. Hi. How are you?