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i’m trying to poke away at some backlogged stuff, especially since heroes recharged my muse by giving me that sick 5* robin what’s good ninty
also have an uncapped starter call for robin i guess
if i still owe you something, though, then please please pleeeeeeeeeeeease refrain from liking this post! it’s just for bookkeeping purposes really
@latrocinari
“Hmm...”
Robin’s lips pursed as he studied the contents of the dish in front of him. His attempts at cooking using more ‘modern’ ingredients had... gone poorly, and now he was left with what looks like a sludgy mess in the plastic dish he’d borrowed from his roommate. If only he were in the disposing mood, he would simply dispose of the offensive material and call it a day. But, sadly, Robin was hungry, and he needed some way to rid himself of this food so he could get something more... edible.
“What to do with this... thing...” He’s trying not to just slide it over to the person next to him, though his body disagrees and pushes the dish away regardless.
FE WARRIORS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
i’m revving here so i’m tossing up an uncapped rp ad for robin here, go nuts
GAIUS.
@thoronfaire
“ Wooooooooow. Now that is a face I didn’t expect to see prowling around here. Is that really you, Bubbles? “
“I could say the same for you, Gaius, considering you’re supposed to be a master thief of some sort.”
He kind of missed being called Bubbles, actually.
AERIS GAINSBOROUGH.
It wasn’t often that she would be found within the confines of the library, despite having being here for so long she never really ventured here. She’s not sure why today of all days she chose to stop by on her way home, perhaps to simply seek warmth from the chill that overcame the city. Yet to her surprise she’d ended up staying much longer than anticipated, enthralled by a book that just happened to catch her eye. It was cliche and quite short but she enjoyed it nonetheless. On cue, the moment she’d finished she’s asked by a somewhat scholar like individual for recommendations. “Honestly I’m not the best person to ask,” she admits but she can see he’s a little disgruntled.
“But here,” offering the book she’d just read “I just finished this it’s called I Want to be Your Canary I think it’s a play.” Perhaps it wouldn’t be his cup of tea but it was worth a shot. “There’s a whole section on plays here from all kinds of places, you’re bound to find something you like.”
He took a moment to heft the book in his hands - weighty, like his tomes back home. If nothing else, the book was worth a decent try, especially coming recommended from another. His face softens, ever so slightly, and he places the book down on the table in front of him. He’ll give it a look another time, when he isn’t in the company of another; it seemed like the proper thing to do, after all, especially when said other was a lady.
“To be frank, any suggestions will help at this point.” Plays, huh? “Well, it seems they like to keep this library stocked, hm? Quite the novel idea, really, to keep an entire section dedicated to plays.” His puns could use work - maybe Henry could help? - but he couldn’t help but let one slip. After all, this was quite the relief.
@kisshibae
For what seemed like weeks now, Robin had been searching.
A great many things were the targets of his search, yet he found none of them. A means of escape from this glorified wasteland, a semblance of peace within these walls, a good conversation partner. All of these eluded him. Frustratingly, Robin tossed a rock he’d picked up along his travels, knocking it into the opening of a garbage can. Not odd in of itself, but the noise that followed surely was.
Was that... a person?
“Are you... alright in there?” He knew the answer would be a no... or, at least, he believed it would. Maybe this person just really enjoyed the garbage.
ZERO.
“You’d be surprised how many people get caught up in the tradition. Most of them are couples just trying to fill each other up with their warm essence, but some people are caught in the tradition without even realizing it…”
The outlaw leaned forward, a brow raised teasingly. The cat-like smile on his face grew just a tiny bit as he did his best not to snicker.
“Mainly because they never think to look up.”
“Look up? What on Earth are you...”
Oh. Oh.
“Oh. Well. This is... awkward...”
He’s still not even attempting to move, or lean forward at the very least. He’s really not sure what his strategy is here.
REALLY BIG GAY ZERO.
“Oh, but it’s very sacred. Those who stand under a mistletoe must share a kiss, otherwise misfortune will happen.”
He’ll point it out after he sees his reaction.
“A kiss? You mean that these plants are simply a means for get strangers to kiss? Who in their right mind would possibly get anywhere near them at this time of year, then?”
Robin would, probably, considering he’s still under some mistletoe. And, of course, still oblivious to that little detail.
BIG GAY ZERO.
“I don’t know about the fruitcakes, but I can tell you all about the mistletoe… It’s a rather sacred tradition of the holiday.”
Sacred, sure. He’s not gonna tell him he’s under one just yet.
“Sacred, is it? Well, I’d hardly call a small plant being hung up all over the city for seemingly no real reason to be very sacred.”
He’s not even trying to look up. He’s clueless.
@cetrasguard
The book in his hands is slammed shut rather hastily, an irritated frown forming on the tactician’s features. He was most certainly not enjoying himself today, as all his attempts to read for amusement alone had been thwarted by his own lack of desire. Whether he just didn’t want to read for fun or didn’t know how to, Robin needed some form of outside help.
“Excuse me, but... do you have any recommendations for some recreational reading? It’s just... been a long time since I’ve really read for enjoyment that I’m not sure where to start.”
“This season is truly confusing. Do I really have to spend so much on one of these... fruitcakes? And what is the purpose of all the mistletoe in the city?”
He doesn’t quite realize he’s under mistletoe right now.
“This place is awfully noisy when new arrivals are here. Is it some sort of pastime, to see who else is dragged here to suffer? Or is there something else to it?”
Some people had other things to do with their time.
reblog if your muse is a male under 6′0″
i still have a few posts in my drafts (replies for memelord and shizuo, and starters for aeris and apollo at least) that i’ll be tackling either later tonight or tomorrow, but in the meantime here’s a smol ad before the memes hit in an hour.
cap’s at 4, castmates not exempt.
ARCUEID BRUNESTUD.
A small pause ensued, lasting only for mere seconds before a sudden clasp of hand. There was no room for consideration or hesitation. A companion is exactly what she needed at the moment. She’d be at ease if someone managed to tag alongside her, especially concerning the place they currently reside. Harm lurks within every corner of the street and the back-alleys of this city, God knows when and what will she lose in the near future for survival.
“Yes! I think it’s a really good idea! I heard there are like several sectors aside from this one. Let’s go check the next one that comes after this town!” Arcueid was so confident of herself, that she might have forgotten the fact that the trains only go clockwise…
However still, as long as there is someone to guard your back, what could possibly go wrong?
His hand no longer his own once again, Robin stumbles ever so slightly as they begin to move forward, beginning their impromptu traversal of the city. Perhaps another time he’d have demanded that he be released from her grip, but he relents this time for a number of reasons. Not the least of which being his feeling of partial indebtment to her for her help earlier, and the fact that she seemed incredibly eager to travel with him.
Probably just because he happened to be close, but it wasn’t a point he was about to address. It wasn’t a priority, after all.
“Hmm, alright. I suppose a trek to the next sector over would be a good place to start. Stay close, though; I wouldn’t want you getting lost or hurt because of negligence from either of us.” Or, for that matter, he wouldn’t want to get lost or hurt himself. With how he felt of late, it seemed plausible.
AZURA.
Azura certainly wasn’t a stranger to sleepless nights and unpleasant dreams, thoughts and memories that kept her up in the night. This man’s business was none of her own, but she still felt as though they had this in common, especially when he commented that he’d rather not delve into details. He mentioned being a tactician: to what degree he had worked she didn’t know, but presumably memories of war were included in the thoughts that plagued him. She was all too familiar with bearing things by herself, things that she preferred not to share only seconds into a conversation with someone she had never met before.
She had learned to make her way around the confusing city streets of the sector where building locations changed, and had become a bit familiar with the selections in the shopping district: sharing this information with someone new only seemed right. She was getting hungry, after all, and there were a variety of interesting dishes sold by some of the vendors she wanted the chance to taste. “Please don’t worry; you needn’t share the details. I’d be glad to give you a little tour of sorts, though, at least to start you off.”
“I’m sure a tactician like yourself will be able to map things out easily, right? Currently we’re in the fifth sector. You can shop for necessities here, or more extravagant things… but why don’t we start by getting something to eat?”
He’s still mildly apprehensive of the entire thing; not to say that he held any sort of distrust towards her, but rather, he was simply... feeling hollow. Perhaps the constant gnawing that had been done to his psyche was seeping into his mind here, but he would not have it. This woman was simply being friendly and generous; Robin would not turn down the kindness of another in his current predicament.
Eventually, a sigh leaves him, perhaps more an indication of his current tiredness than anything else. With any luck, she would tire of his lagging behind and simply leave him to his own devices; sleeping on the ground sounded more appealing by the moment. His body felt too heavy, as if something foreign and unwanted had infiltrated every pore of his skin. The feeling lingered just a bit too long, as Robin felt himself halt in his tracks, needing to catch breath he never needed to before.
“Yes, food... would be nice. I’m sorry, really, I’m just still weary from this unfamiliar place. I certainly feel much weaker since my arrival here, so perhaps that may be another factor in my lack of sleep.” It also likely wasn’t, but perhaps it would provide some peace of mind to lie to himself. “So this is something of a retail sector, is it? Interesting... I’m sure that many of the food vendors along the streets will be willing to provide free samples to try and get our continued business. Perhaps we can sample the local delicacies to that end.”
That, and he had no idea if they even took gold here.
GUZMA.
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“Listen, Gandalf. I’ve got no business with you, so you best stay out of mine. Me and this corpse in waiting have some issues we need to work out. Violently.”
“Right, because I’m supposed to stand by and watch you commit murder, especially a murder for no discernible reason. What sort of fool do you take me for?”
