#v. renegrade

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Robin let out a groan, tossing her book bag onto the table she’d snagged at a local coffee shop. Running an army? She could do that. Help run an entire halidom? She could do that, too.

This school thing? Not quite so much. It hadn’t taken her long to figure out that she wouldn’t go far without a degree in this Euclid world, and she supposed she should count her lucky stars that the knowledge she’d accrued from her real life (old life?) was enough to get her the equivalent of a high school diploma (whatever that was) and that she was at least in a more flexible environment. 

That didn’t mean she had the hang of things quite yet--she’d quickly discovered that lectures were most definitely not her thing. It was all she could do to keep herself awake during them, and she knew her notes wouldn’t help her at all when it came to studying. 

At least she had textbooks. 

And, she supposed, it could be worse. She could have the same schedule she had in the army--long, late nights and extremely early mornings. 

But the point was, this college thing was weird, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it yet.

“All right. Might as well get started,” she muttered to herself, pulling a textbook from her bag and flipping it open.

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@benequelicot

“Frisk.” She tests the name out, quietly dubious. It’s a name unlike any she’s ever heard in her life, though for all she knows it could be quite common around these parts. “Well, Frisk, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” A warm smile accompanies the pleasantry, though inside she is just as wary as she has been of everyone in Euclid. Briefly, she wonders if she could give Frederick a run for his money--what she wouldn’t give to see a familiar face right about now! 

Not that she wishes for any of the other Shepherds to join her here.

“You wouldn’t happen to know what sorts of things there are to do around here, do you?” she inquired after a moment. “Sightseeing can only occupy the mind for so much time, after all.”

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@burntogold

Robin knew she’d managed to leave Crank territory. Despite having (somehow) arrived in Euclid only the day before, the sudden shift in her surroundings was a pretty obvious clue, though she wasn’t sure exactly which of the five grades controlled the streets she now walked. She just hoped they were friendly. Or at least, friendly to someone who was new. She wasn’t picky--she had her Levin Stick, sure, but it was a poor imitation of the sword she so often wielded at home, and she wasn’t exactly eager to find out how sturdy a weapon it was.

She paused, attention piqued by the flashing lights of...something. Euclid was an odd place, with technology she couldn’t even dream of back in Ylisse. To say she’d experienced a bit of culture shock was an understatement. 

But the lights were rather enticing...some sort of theatre? Well, she’d never seen a play herself, but at least that was something familiar. A flash of blonde hair caught her eye, and she turned. 

“Well, hello there,” she said. After a moment, she added. “I don’t suppose you could tell me a bit more about where we are, could you?”