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[OPEN] Far from Skid Row, I dream we'll go
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!]
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!]
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[She fights with the urge to yank at her own hair, unspeakably frustrated at this downward spiral of a conversation. She can't refute him without anything that she said just going in one ear and out the other. Certainly, she herself knows that feeling of utter impermanence, of the haunting certainty that in the end, she barely made a ripple for all that she stopped a typhoon.]
...do you want the rope?
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[He says that, but he doesn't move, except to pull the hood of his cloak over his head.]
Go eat your lunch, kid. I don't know why you were looking for me in the first place, but I don't really care anymore.
[It will be a pain to get out himself, but if the intent is to put distance between them, he can't just let her close that gap.]
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[Suit yourself, Robin; Hakuno certainly is.
She shifts her bag off her back and digs out her wrapped lunch, crossing her legs at the knee and apparently fully willing to enjoy her nice little meal here. At the cusp of a pit.]
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While she eats, Robin pulls out a hunting knife and sharpens a couple of sticks. He's not leaving until she does, but he only has so many sticks, so he'll probably run out of things to do eventually.]
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She's perfectly happy, sitting right here, enjoying her nice, extra large, perfectly enough for two people, lunch.]
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The silence is nigh unbearable, but he's already decided he's not going to be the one to break it, so he starts shoving the sticks into the side of the pit opposite from where Hakuno is sitting. There are maybe three or four of them that are thick enough to hold his weight for even a second, so he's got to make this count. He's really got to find something better than sticks for this kind of situation, but...it'll do for now.
Barring that, he could just do it the old-fashioned way, but climbing up a dirt wall sucks, so if he can make this work, he'd much rather just be able to use footholds instead.]
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Well, surely Robin knows what he's doing.
He dug this hole to begin with, after all.]
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Maybe he needs to think of something else. What else has he got with him...
After a few minutes of thinking, he starts stabbing at the wall of the pit again - a little higher this time, about waist height, until he finds a spot that looks good.
He's pretty sure Hakuno is watching him, and it pisses him off, but talking to her at all would be conceding defeat, somehow, even if all it is is to yell at her. He glances at her once or twice, like a nervous cat, though he always immediately turns away once confirming she's still sitting there.]
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The rope is still coiled by her side.
She doesn't think he'll be asking for it any time soon.]
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Robin removes the belt from his uniform and ties it around an arrow. Normally, this would prevent it from firing properly, but all he has to do is use some of his mana to lead it right where he needs it to be. In this case, that's about five and a half feet above the stick in the wall.
With that in place, his next move is to fire several more arrows to hold the belt in place. Too many will make too big a hole to support his weight, and even then, it'll probably only manage for a few seconds before the arrows pinning it snap. For extra stability on the way up, he digs two more sticks in next to the first, and holds onto the fourth. This is going to look really stupid if it doesn't work.
Well, it's not like he cares what Hakuno thinks of him anyway.
With a little effort, he maneuvers himself onto the sticks, then kicks off into a jump, grabbing the belt with his free hand. His other hand drives the last stick into the wall as far upwards as he can reach, and he just barely manages to use it as a handhold to pull himself up to the top of the pit.
He walks straight toward Hakuno - no, past her, and picks up the rope. It's a pain to have another piece of a uniform destroyed, seeing as even if he went back down for the belt it'd have several holes in it, but he didn't have any other options, save tearing his clothes into strips to make a makeshift rope.]
I don't eat anything I haven't made myself, anyway.
[Finally breaking the silence just to be a jackass, he takes a few moments to brush the dirt off his clothes, far enough from the edge of the pit to not fall in again.]
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Mm, well, that's your loss I suppose. There are a lot of delicious foods in this world, after all, and you'll miss out on them with that policy. But, to each their own.
[She carefully runs her thumb under the rind, idly doing her best to keep the peel in one even swirl. For the moment, he's apparently less interesting than a piece of fruit.]
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What a surprise. The hermit misses out on something.
[He turns on his heel to leave, giving a vague gesture that's almost, but not quite, a wave. Grimacing as soon as he has his back toward her, he pulls the hood up over his head again.
He feels a little sick.]