Now, here's how things have been going from Robin's perspective.
Robin is pretty sure that Vincent took a quick trip to the Drift Fleet. They haven't talked about it much, it didn't sound quite how he remembers, and Robin hasn't explained much more than the very basics to commiserate with his friend when the guy woke up in a fucking delirious panic one morning. But it did happen and Robin has secretly been rattled about it ever since.
But that had been three months ago. Today, he and Vincent had been in the police department, begrudgingly filling out paperwork related to a certain incident involving him and a foreign dignitary being publicly indecent in the Archive. He didn't want to go. Vincent made him. He needs his license back. Anyway, he was about to give a statement when they overheard one of the officers telling their coworker that there's trouble moving from the Forth Level to the Third--some seven-foot-tall guy with a big gun throwing Guards around, trying to leave the lower levels in a real hurry.
Of course everyone nearby looked at Vincent, since he's the notoriously seven-foot-tall guy in town, but Vincent stood up in a hurry and booked it out of the room. After a long pause and a quick apology to the administrator, Robin hustled out after him, tried to ask him what's going on. Vincent just told him to "run ahead and catch him" and "don't let him leave 'til I get there".
He said it with such insistence that Robin couldn't not move with an instilled sense of urgency towards something he didn't even understand. He'd kind of been expecting to find Seth here, honestly, because that at least made sense. But this?
There's... Nothing. There's just... Nothing, no clever quips, no bewildered questions, no paranoid calculations. His brain just stops working as he stares into the eyes of someone he was foolishly sure he would never see again. Especially not here. Especially not now.
He doesn't move. He doesn't back up, doesn't crouch, doesn't raise his hands in surrender. He just stares as the other man draws a side-arm on him.
What the fuck is happening to this City? Is this a dream? Did he fucking die or something?
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Robin is pretty sure that Vincent took a quick trip to the Drift Fleet. They haven't talked about it much, it didn't sound quite how he remembers, and Robin hasn't explained much more than the very basics to commiserate with his friend when the guy woke up in a fucking delirious panic one morning. But it did happen and Robin has secretly been rattled about it ever since.
But that had been three months ago. Today, he and Vincent had been in the police department, begrudgingly filling out paperwork related to a certain incident involving him and a foreign dignitary being publicly indecent in the Archive. He didn't want to go. Vincent made him. He needs his license back. Anyway, he was about to give a statement when they overheard one of the officers telling their coworker that there's trouble moving from the Forth Level to the Third--some seven-foot-tall guy with a big gun throwing Guards around, trying to leave the lower levels in a real hurry.
Of course everyone nearby looked at Vincent, since he's the notoriously seven-foot-tall guy in town, but Vincent stood up in a hurry and booked it out of the room. After a long pause and a quick apology to the administrator, Robin hustled out after him, tried to ask him what's going on. Vincent just told him to "run ahead and catch him" and "don't let him leave 'til I get there".
He said it with such insistence that Robin couldn't not move with an instilled sense of urgency towards something he didn't even understand. He'd kind of been expecting to find Seth here, honestly, because that at least made sense. But this?
There's... Nothing. There's just... Nothing, no clever quips, no bewildered questions, no paranoid calculations. His brain just stops working as he stares into the eyes of someone he was foolishly sure he would never see again. Especially not here. Especially not now.
He doesn't move. He doesn't back up, doesn't crouch, doesn't raise his hands in surrender. He just stares as the other man draws a side-arm on him.
What the fuck is happening to this City? Is this a dream? Did he fucking die or something?