[OPEN] Far from Skid Row, I dream we'll go

[guerrilla]

Who: Robin Hood, and anyone unfortunate enough to be in his general vicinity
When: Nebulously between the arrival in Cochrane and now
Where: Gammon
What: Robin Hood is an idiot and a scoundrel, do not associate with him.
Rating: Probably not.

[Arriving in a whole new city is really exciting! For about 0.04 seconds, and then it's time to just immediately fuck off and go roughing it in the country. He's spent an entire month getting to know Caissa, and he'll probably go through a similar canvassing process for Cochrane, but...maybe later. For now, Robin can be found in the following places:]

i. hello from the other side (inn).

[If he's even here at all, it's probably either to sleep or to immediately leave as soon as he wakes up. He's only just gotten used to Caissa, so being shuffled off to another huge city is pretty irritating. And that's not even taking into account that he's expected to fight in some war - that part doesn't bother him as much as it might other people, but if he's going to have to do something unpleasant he might as well enjoy himself until then.

And that means not sticking around any longer than he has to, so he can probably be found doing things like sliding down banisters or jumping halfway down a set of stairs so he can spend 2 fewer seconds indoors on his way out. Watch out, guys.]

ii. tourist trap.

[The countryside of Gammon is supposed to be beautiful, and that's where Robin is spending the majority of his time. Maybe other people are, too! And maybe they're observant enough to notice the pitfall trap a few steps ahead of them, but if they aren't, they're gonna have a bad time.

It's not very deep, and it should be pretty easy to climb out of, unless someone particularly short falls in. It's an annoyance at worst, but what might be more annoying than the trap itself is Robin laughing at anyone unfortunate enough to fall for it from his perch in a nearby tree.

Should someone avoid the trap, it wouldn't be unnatural to look around for who set it up, and while Robin is mostly wearing green, that red hair of his sure stands out when someone is looking for it. For his part, he'll just give anyone who doesn't fall in the most disappointed look.]

iii. mission fae-led.

[When Robin isn't being a jackass to people he might not even know, he's...actually, he's always being a jackass to people he might not even know. And that's not even strictly limited to other people. Raised as a druid, he's always been particularly sensitive to fairies, and seeing as people shunned him for this ability, he tends to prefer the company of fairies to that of his fellow human beings.

The fairies in Blanc are...not exactly the same as the ones he's acquainted with, but similar enough to be comfortable with them. The fairies in Gammon are...to put it bluntly, less willing to put up with his bullshit than any of the other kinds he's met. That's why he's got one climbing up his back, and another one chasing his Carrier around. He looks like a babysitter who got stuck with two overbearing children.

Incidentally, the Carrier, for such a small bird, seems to be putting up a pretty good fight. It's a plucky little thing.]

iv. wildcard.

[hmu if you want to do something else instead!]

Comments

[guerrilla]

Well, I dunno if the modern interpretation's changed any, but during my lifetime they were pretty much just terms to differentiate humans from fairies. Where I'm from, it was pretty rare to find someone who could even see them properly, much less communicate with them, but these ones are completely different than the fairies back home.

[He doesn't really think of his ability to commune with them as special, but a lot of people would.]

...Well, I guess they're still sort of obnoxious no matter where I go, but I'm pretty sure everyone can see these guys.

[chronosynthesis]

I presume you are one of them. [He smiles.] That must make coexistence difficult if most humans cannot see any faeries. Do they mostly live separate? Are those the only races of your world?

[guerrilla]

Yeah, a lot of fairies prefer the great outdoors. So I guess they live separate from most people.

[But not forest hobos like him.]

Humans and fairies were the only races I came across, but I can't imagine that's all there is. Things like vampires and ghosts exist, too, even if I've never met one. There are even people who were born in computers, though that was obviously a pretty recent development.

[She's more or less human, by anyone's standards, but it's probably worth mentioning.]

Do you not have fairies where you're from, or something?

[chronosynthesis]

Oh... no! But I know humans. I've never heard of vampires as a species... ghosts are simply dead. What is a computer?

[guerrilla]

Computers are like...

[He lived in one for two weeks and he's still not sure how to explain them properly.]

They're machines do certain complicated tasks for you. For instance, you can tell a computer to put some important pictures away in a certain location, and it'll do it right away. They didn't have them when I was alive, but it seems like the modern world - my world, that is, is a lot more advanced than I ever thought it would be.

[chronosynthesis]

I see. [He taps his chin, thoughtfully, then his expression brightens.] Oh, I think I know what that is! They do not call them that, but Asura have very complicated machines they build into desk and golems that complete tasks and store their research. They are very private about their technology, so I do not understand how it really works.

[He gestures low.] They are also a very short race. With large ears.

[guerrilla]

That sounds about right, yeah. I'm not entirely sure how they work either, but I know enough of the basics to get around one. It was pretty much out of necessity, though...I'm not a huge fan of technology. Even cities are a little too much for me.

[Hence ending up here.]

[chronosynthesis]

As, is that part of why you prefer the company for faeries...? [He looks to see how his carrier is faring with the terrible duo.] Are you human yourself, or something else?

[He blinks, then a sheepish look back to him.] Ah, I suppose that is a little rude to ask before your name.

sorry this is so late orz

[guerrilla]

It's fine, I'm the last person you need to worry about keeping cordial with.

[What is decidedly not fine, however, is his Carrier, which has been forced to seek refuge in a nearby bush. Robin doesn't seem to care all that much.]

I'm definitely a human, though. My name's Archer.

[At least that's the name he's going with for now.]

[chronosynthesis]

It's nice to meet you, Archer. My name is Syrlya. [And even if he says not to be cordial, Syrlya still politely bows his head.] Are you staying at the inn with the rest of the--I presume you are a Hero?

[guerrilla]

[The use of the word "hero" in this context has always sort of irked him. While it isn't anything new, it always rings a little hollow.]

If that's the word they insist on using, then I guess I am.

[Cynicism drips from his voice, thick and heavy as molasses.]

[chronosynthesis]

[He raises a brow.] I take it you don't care for it much. Why is that?

[guerrilla]

It's a pretty long story.

[But if he were to shorten it, it'd be something like...]

When you get right down to it, all we're here to do is fight, right? The reason we're even in Gammon in the first place is so we can go kill a bunch of people. I don't really mind, and they were upfront about it so it's fine, but there's nothing heroic about killing people to suit your own needs.

[Robin, who spent two years killing people to suit his own needs, understands that more intimately than he wishes he did.]

So there's no reason to call us heroes, and even if there were I'm not really the heroic sort anyway. Either way, applying it to me is wrong, so of course I don't like it.

[chronosynthesis]

Ah--[Syrlya's eyes widen a little bit, a little surprised at how strongly feels... and a little appraising for it.

He shifts sideways on his feet with a bit of a smile.] Perhaps you are not heroic, but you have a sense of nobility. I will not tell them to change the names that they have created... I believe they call us heroes far more for their sake.

What if instead of fellow heroes we are fellow comrades instead?

[guerrilla]

[Even a harmless word like "nobility" doesn't feel right, but there's no point in unloading all his problems onto someone he's just met. So while Robin is a little perturbed about the word, he lets that one slide.]

Comrade is probably a better word, yeah. I don't really work that well with others, but the rules here are a lot different than home, so all I can do is adapt.

[It might be nice to watch people's backs without the aim to stab them for once.]

[chronosynthesis]

That is as much as any of us can do, I think. [He shrugs a shoulder.] I believe we only benefit from supporting each other. Will you be participating in the battle, or abstaining?

[guerrilla]

I'll be fighting. I don't see a reason not to.

[There's nothing to enjoy about it, but the reality is Robin couldn't forgive himself if he didn't at least try to protect the people of Gammon.]