Log 17 [video]

[toujoursfluer]

[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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[fierybluebird]

An elaborate mousetrap with chowder as bait?

[Not that Marco ever considered such a thing with Ace. Nope.]

[toujoursfluer]

Wouldn't a mousetrap just snip off his head?

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[hero_of_smiles]

[Oh.My.God. Robin, just why? Why would you even say crap like this to people?

If he were new, he definitely wouldn't want to hear that. The experience is already frightening enough being randomly thrown into another. It would make it worse to have a vague sense of dread of bad stuff to come.]

Was that all really necessary?

And can't you just ask that person to hang around rather than thinking of an elaborate way to lock him up?

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[toujoursfluer]

It was. And I could have.

[but she is much too tired of playing that game and hurting for it. So she will do things her way. She sips her coffee and leans back nonchalantly]

You look well, Cross-chan.

[fierybluebird]

Robin, love, what kind of traps are you using? Because I think we need to discuss them...

[He's just teasing and he loves your morbidity, really.]

[toujoursfluer]

The standard kinds. [all innocence here] Though I forewent the poison tipped spikes. They might end up a bit rough on him, don't you think?

[fierybluebird]

Try something less meant for assassination and more for capture and release, love.

[toujoursfluer]

Ara? But it's so difficult to tell the difference. You may have to help me, Marcchan.

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[hero_of_smiles]

...Sometimes I question how sane you are.

[If he knew that much, he'd just go and ask the person for her. Better than freaking them out with some kind of pit trap.

Her comment throws him off a little bit.]

Um, thank you?


[At least he was doing a good job at fooling people. Last month still was troubling him a lot.]

You do too, Robin.

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[toujoursfluer]

Always an interesting question. What do you think the answer is? [she hesitates only the barest moments and adds]

And why so surprised? Isn't it natural that I should be concerned about your well-being?

[she's testing the waters here, wondering ow much he remembers and how much he wants to]

[fierybluebird]

Can do, my little cassowary.

Let's start with bait. What things does he likes? Cookies? Anything he wouldn't be distrustful of? Something soothing?

[toujoursfluer]

[cassowary? really? Just this look for perhaps just a bit too long]

[fierybluebird]

[OH REALLY?]

[Are they gonna have a staring contest?]

[YUP, HE SAID CASSOWARY.]

[What are you going to do?]

[Go shy and then assassinate him?]

[Because that would prove his point. Just saying.]

[toujoursfluer]

[she won't assassinate him because it's far too much trouble. Though she doesn't quite understand the reference as she would not describe herself as anything close to shy. Nor anything having a wattle. Instead she will return the stare, and quietly sip her coffee]

[fierybluebird]

[Sadly, Marco can't hold his own against her. So it's not long before he blushes and ducks his head.]

I'm sorry.

[toujoursfluer]

[she hadn't expected to win so easily and blinks at the apology]

It's nothing. Just a game.

[and she whistles softly come sit with me?]

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[hero_of_smiles]

Honestly, I'm afraid to find out.

[Oh...oh those questions were not something he expected. And clearly ones he wanted to avoid answering for now.

He'll play the dumb card for right now.]

Suppose not. We're friends after all.

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[toujoursfluer]

. . .

[so that's what he chooses, is it? It seems to have become the running theme of Luceti these days. But perhaps it's for the best. Closeness only engenders tragedy.]

I am how I am. [she sips the coffee and turns a page of her book. After a moment she says:]

And what have you been up to?

[fierybluebird]

[A grin and he grabs a seat her knees.]

[He is the manliest. You don't even know.] How are you holding up? [Gently tickles under her chin.]

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[hero_of_smiles]

[Or brings up past issues and complexes.]

Yeaaaaah, figured as much. Moment I met you you were uh, eccentric.

[And he was a whiny little brat.]

Not much, really. I decided to finally go to school here. Can only dismantle so many things in your apartment until you get bored.

[toujoursfluer]

[oh she knows. She reaches down and ruffles his hair. Hands grow from the floor, too, touching his legs, brushing against the small of his back. Their presence is faint, like small inquisitive insects. But she needs to feel the entirety of his presence. At the question, she shrugs.

She's not interested in the conversation that answer will bring. No one seems to want to remember how it was. Or can remember. And looking at him now, she knows not even he is a constant. If he is sent home and returns, yes he might come to remember in time-- perhaps even resume how it is right now...

But if he returns from before Whitebeard died... would he really be so concerned? Or would his thoughts be toward home as they should be? She knows the answer, and doesn't blame him for it--yet at the same time it feels inevitable now.

She strokes his jaw lightly and smiles]

We may need a lot of rope if we want to keep our longnose-kun in the house.

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[toujoursfluer]

Eccentric? You think so?

[she's honestly surprised. She's never considered herself eccentric. Was she really? Granted, she was used to being different from--others but eccentric? It takes her a moment to recover from that...

but recover she does, and so says mildly:]

What is it you're studying?

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[hero_of_smiles]

Well, yeah. I mean on our first meeting didn't you kind of just make the whole library sprout arms? Pretty eccentric to me.

As for my subjects, I'm taking most of the ones being offered. 'Cept the magic class and music.

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[toujoursfluer]

[...she should be used to that. Is used to that, to be honest. For someone to think something like that strange when it was just like breathing for her.It shouldn't matter that he thinks so too... but perhaps she's too used to... Well-- they aren't used to it either anymore.]

Mm. You should speak with Spock-chan. He would enjoy knowing something of that, I think.

[fierybluebird]

[He shivers in delight, letting out a small chirp at her touches completely surrounding him. Marco, for one, is completely convinced that anyone who wouldn't give up their soul for those touches has no idea what they're missing out on.]

That can be arranged. We can rob all the shops of belts if nothing else.

[Sometimes he can't tell how much she's kidding. Most times, that just makes him love it even more. In this case, it's not that he thinks she isn't kidding, but he feels he better keep honing the point in.] Though I find it best to let their natural desires keep them coming, eh? What sort of things would keep your sniper's curiosity piqued?