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Log 17 [video]

[Robin looks quite serene today, though those who have known her will notice a certain glint in her eye that spells trouble. It is high time she gets one certain thing straight in her life]

Hello, Luceti, and new feathers. Welcome to our little town where you will both make wonderful friendships and suffer traumatically for making them. However, that's life, ne? It will all work out in the end. [after we break them in half like twigs]

Speaking of trauma, however, I was wondering if anyone had any advice on how to kidnap a certain longnosed sniper, who is fond of elaborate stories but not so much of mushrooms. I was thinking a baited trap of some sort and briefly considered an arrow to the knee but that may be going a bit far. I do want to keep him around, after all.

[in other words, Usopp... 1, 2... Robin's coming for you. There is nowhere to run.]

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Definitely. [and she'll prove it to you.] Watch.

[the hands close into fists and then open all at once, each with a blue eye blinking at Usopp from the center of the palm]

Back then what? [What was Robin even getting at?]
We haven't really been discussing anything of interest anyways.

Oh? Of what kind?

[rumors were always fascinating and told more of the state of mind of the people than any kind of official report]

[she shakes her head.] Never mind. But have fun, ne?

[she wants to tell him to make friends, but stops herself before she can. Perhaps he has many friends, perhaps none at all. She doesn't know him all that well and the thought makes her sad a little]

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[It was probably better this way to keep her at arms length. Make sure she cares, but not get her too close to find out his problems. That'd only complicate an already good relationship. Probably end it in the end, really. After all, who wants to deal with emotional problems of another?]

'Course I will. Time to show all these guys what a true genius I am. [And mumbles:] except for writing...that can go burn somewhere.

[ Creeeeeeeeeepy- man, creepy, creepy creepy creepy.

But... pretty true to her word, on the one hand. (Hands.)

And he did swear to himself that he'd patch things up when he didn't stop feeling guilty, and he's still got that shirt... breaking a promise to yourself, he briefly thinks, isn't as bad as breaking a promise to somebody else.

(But it does say a lot about your pride and honor, and your reliability as a warrior. If Kaya or Zoro could see him now, or knew what he was thinking. He'd lose a lot of face.) And she hasn't done anything untoward to him, or to Nami (which he has to factor in regardless of whether Nami counts as a crewmate or not. She's still his friend. All things considered, she's probably the most important person he has in this place, so.) Nico Robin hasn't been dangerous, hasn't been dangerous, hasn't been dangerous, and he made a vow as a man, and anybody else who hasn't insulted him or his friends or attacked them, he treats with the same friendliness and chatter.

Yep.

He's pretty much proving himself as a terrible person if he backs out now. Affairs of the social variety are so much simpler than affairs of battle. He wants to talk to people. All the people he can, because people can usually be pretty great. To tell stories or hear stories or to have for company at all! Especially in a place like this, where all of those things are ten times as great. So, he obviously has to try. ]

I- I guess... you've got an ability, then, huh? [ That's right, Usopp, steel yourself and also try to figure out what is going on. ] Kind of like Luffy.

That people from your universe are here. Is this true?

[Marco and Spock are worse than a pair of old ladies.]

Oh? What are you a genius in? {there are many different kinds and while those that proclaim themselves geniuses generally aren't, she's willing to give him...somewhat a benefit of a doubt]

Always. [He kisses her cheek as he gets up to join her, holding her hands.]

If they do move back in here, do you want me to go back to the apartment until Luffy comes?

I dunno. [Not giving much thought to it tbh.] Drink a lot and pretend I'm a mikan farmer.

Mm. I ate the hana hana no mi, so I can blossom myself out of anything.

[and have half a Robin appearing from a wall behind you and running a fingertip up the back of your neck]

Well almost anything.

[she can't do people here for some reason.]

Perhaps we can go out for a drink together? Or I can show you my garden. It's become somewhat exotic.

[nakama or not, she misses Nami and any way she could spend time with her was time worth spending]

[she regards him a moment. She doesn't want to force him to stay but she enjoys his company. It seems natural somehow]

Whatever you wish.

You've been speaking to Marco.

[there is no question to that fact]

[ Full-on spine shiver and a complimentary high-pitched noise for that effort. Usopp will just. Very super calmly turn to face this half-Robin.

And kind of go between looking at her and looking at the journal because he's not exactly sure which one he's supposed to be talking to. ]

A- almost is still a lot better than anyone else manages, you know! [ The obligatory overreaction is a brief one, really. He can see why Luffy would have someone like this on the crew, he guesses. It's a creepy ability, but it's also pretty cool. And it would definitely have to be useful. He's curious in spite of himself (and isn't that the story of his life). If he weren't so torn between creeped out and general good manners, he'd probably ask to prod her with a pin. As it stands, Usopp settles for leaning to one side to better observe the wall she's hanging out of. Or blossoming herself from. If that's really what she calls it. ] But it's not... I mean, isn't it weird to be in two places at once like that?

[ Four eyes and hands to think about and two different points of view and hearing him on the journal and in person- that has to be weird, right? Maybe she's really used to it? Nobody ever puts plain old logic to devil's fruits. Luffy's a shining example. ]

[He's adorable. Was he this cute when she first met him? Ah, she can't remember. Well he was suspicious until 'Chopper'...but he wouldn't get that joke.]

I'm used to it.

[she's about to tell him more, but hesitates, an idea forming.]

Would you like to come visit me so I can tell you? [ah, but that sounds too much like a trap and he isn't Luffy after all] Or perhaps meet for coffee?

Ah- sure! If you really don't mind! I was trying to figure out how to find you to talk to you again anyway, so I guess this means I'm kind of lucky. [ Since he didn't really get her name or where she lived or who she knew last time.

It's all coming together. He can make amends in person like a man. And... well, the nakama issue is still kind of a waffling debate, since it isn't a word to throw around lightly after only a little while in this place, but she really hasn't been anything but nice, either. In an occasionally unsettling way, like asking people how to kidnap him and sprouting hands from the ground out of nowhere, but still nice.

They could probably be friends. At the least. ]

Oh? [and she sounds probably happier than she should in that syllable. She tries to level her voice when next she speaks] I'll have something prepared then.

Follow the hands please, and keep the journal trained on them if you will.

[and the her in the tree disappears into a burst of petals and a small line of hands appear out of the ground, pointing in the direction, dissipating as he passes and reappearing a little further on.

She will have disappeared from the journal's video but there is a hand with an eye on it watching so that she can keep going.

When Usopp arrives at house six, the door is pushed open for him by another set of hands. The bottom floor of the house looks deserted except for a tray with two steaming cups of coffee. Once he's there, all the hands will disappear into petals and after a moment she calls from the top of the stairs:]

I'll be down in a moment.

Got it. [ He will follow both the instructions and the hands as dictated. Arriving without incident? Always a plus in his book. This place is pretty close to where he's been staying, huh. Go figure. It could always be cool living near someone he kind of knows.

Usopp enters the house with the mix of skepticism, nervousness, and curiosity that one could typically expect of him in any given situation, though curiosity is definitely winning out. It's an awkward entrance by all means- he keeps his shoulders a little hunched and his hands in his pockets, because man, when was the last time he got invited into a nice-looking house through the front door? And this definitely qualifies as a nice-looking house. It's kind of weird after all that time he spent hanging around Kaya's window.

He glances towards the stairs when she calls and offers a smile. Cheerfulness is one hundred percent the best way to ignore any nerves. That's an Usopp Science Fact. ]

Okay, I'll be here! Take your time! [ All the more time to stare at the place. ]

[it doesn't take her long to come down, holding a small box close to her stomach. There are things rolling around as she moves down the steps. She spots Usopp, hesitates and smiles before gesturing to the couch.]

Please, sit. It's not booby trapped.

[though she did manage to scalvage a few bear traps from Trap-san after she'd left]

I'd rather stay, but I don't want to intrude.

Indeed. Does this news trouble you?

[Awkward. Not inasmuch as Nami doesn't want to see Robin-- she just doesn't want to give Robin the wrong impression, either. But...

eh.]

I'm down at the bar most nights. It's a free town. [Though she goes for standoffish it sounds more shy than anything else.]

[ Oh, he didn't even think about booby traps in the place... he can probably take her word for it. A booby-trapped couch is far fetched even for a guy like him, after all.

Though on thinking about it, it actually sounds pretty great. Someone could hide a lot of emergency defenses in one of these things. Usopp rummages around in his handy-dandy purse for a spare bandana to toss down before he sits. He could only wipe his boots so much and all and it's not like it's made of gold and silk, and she did invite him apparently knowing the kind of guy he is already, but he's been messing around outside all day, too. It only seems fair to try not to dirty up someone else's furniture.

You mess up your own house and you just have to fix it up since it's your responsibility in the first place. You mess up somebody else's and you usually get chased off. Then maybe called back later to fix it up. Or they'll clean up after you and you'll feel really guilty and they'll sort of watch you like a hawk when you're near their fragile treasures or blank walls for the foreseeable future. People are so mistrusting anymore. ]

If you ever want it to be, you should let me know. I bet I could make this thing really great to have in an emergency!

[ If by 'great,' he means 'steampunked out and liable to backfire.'

... which he generally does. ]

Oh, you know, Math and science. That kind of stuff.

[Just not writing, screw that noise. Who needs to write?]

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