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psychoshenanigans2013-11-30 12:32 am
birdsbirdsbirds) wrote in psychoshenanigans2013-11-30 12:32 am
Accord // AU
Because winter sucks and he gets tired of reading indoors, Robin's hiding somewhere in a nice mild-rainforest-biome section of the Conservatory. Birds, butterflies, and a book full of Brothers Grimm. He's on a bench, cigarette sticking out of his mouth, even though it's probably impossibly inappropriate to smoke in a carefully-moderated biome environment.
Whatever, he doesn't care. He'll do what he wants until someone kicks him out.
Whatever, he doesn't care. He'll do what he wants until someone kicks him out.
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He'd call him gross, but perpetual bleeding from the eyes isn't that bad. As a fellow blood-monster himself, he knows better than most that this kind of shit just happens sometimes. Magic is messy.
And an amiable monster might be more fun than what he was reading anyway.
"So you belong to someone?"
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Perfectly content where he's sitting now, he looks all around at the vaguely bewildering scenery and the distinct lack of other people. After another sniff of the air, he just sighs.
"I don't know where they are, though."
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So now it's Robin's turn to invade his personal space, leaning in and looking at the angles of his new interest's face like his skin is hiding some deep, informing secret that'll tell him everything he wants to know.
And when it doesn't, he picks up his hand and starts looking at that instead. He tries to pop one of his finger joints. Just seeing if he can get away with it. Or get his finger to pop. Either would be a victory, okay.
"So where are you from? What do you do? What's the prerequisite for belonging to someone?"
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His knuckle does pop, actually, and it gets a little animal yelp of discomfort out of him. He takes his hand back, after that. It's only then that he finally starts to look a little bit wary about his new friend.
"I'm from the Kingdom of Hell," he shrugs, "and I mostly do whatever my summoner bids me. ...That's who I belong to."
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"I've heard of Hell. Sounds like a rough place."
What a funny thing. He drapes one arm over the back of the bench.
"So what'll you do if you can't find whoever summoned you?"
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Not like the mortal plane, however. Right on cue, the surroundings distract him again, ears perking up when some bird flutters too close. The quick movement catching the corner of his eye is exciting.
"And I always find who summoned me. Normally they're right nearby, but... maybe they're not very good at it, if I ended up this far away. I guess I just look for them until I find them."
He really doesn't seem all that concerned about it, though. Whether or not there's normally some urgent instinct that pulls on him to hunt down his master, there isn't one now.
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He sees him getting distracted over there. While he's all kinds of interested in seeing what this thing could do, he's got priorities.
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It's maybe a little challenging, with the way it's said with half of a toothy grin.
"What else is around here? Are there tigers?"
Tigers live in jungles, right?
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"...I don't know. There might be. I'd like to watch you fight a tiger."
That would be cool. Come to think of it, he'd like to fight a tiger.
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And the fact that this guy is already thinking the same thing is just wonderful. New best friend material, right here.
"I fought a lion once. It was great."
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He thinks he fought some lions once, too, but it was not under enjoyable circumstances. They hadn't stood a chance. He might have been trying to prove a point or something. Either way, it wasn't fair to the lions, and that's no fun at all.
"So yeah, tigers are fair game. I think they've got a bear in one of the other biomes..."
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Oh, now he's excited. He's looking away, off through the trees, as if he might see one right there. He doesn't remember anything about bears that live in jungles, but he does have to admit that knowledge of earth animals is not where his strongest skills lie.
"I haven't seen a bear since Rome." And it's only after a minute of reminiscing over this that the rest of Robin's sentence finally registers.
"...Where?"
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That is, until, his reference to location is questioned and Robin has to focus again to figure out what he's talking about.
"In that..." He points vaguely to his left, unhelpfully, "...Temperate biome, I think it's called." And then, a second later, he raises an eyebrow, "You do know that we're in a building, right?"
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He looks up, surprised, through the leaves at what must be a combination of glass, sunlit sky, and artificial light. He knows quite well that technology is capable of many terrible and wonderful things, but this is still just plain fascinating.
"Really??"
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Robin likes his excitement anyway. He looks up with him.
"Yep. The whole thing's a carefully monitored, self-contained little dome. Jeez, that means you can't have been here for more than... what, five minutes?"
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Though, he figures that a tiger would be way off limits, in that case. They're pretty endangered, from his feeble understanding of things.
He doesn't get all the way through the thought, however, before Robin calls his attention back down from the ceiling.
"Yeah. Ten minutes, maybe. I smelled you and came over."
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He supposes that, technically, he shouldn't eat the birds because it would mess up the delicate balance of life maintained in these biomes, and the Metal Men would pitch whatever fit that they're capable of... but you're not supposed to smoke in these things either, and that hasn't stopped him at all.
"Though I'm flattered I was the first thing to catch your attention."