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ROBIN √ 001 √ 3-19-13

[The gear snaps on after falling out of the bag. Heard in the background is the sound of a Pokeball releasing its occupant, and wings flapping. The Pokemon, a Taillow, nudges the Pokegear towards the edge of—yes, it’s a roof. The bag was tossed up on to the roof of Mom’s house, the gear and Pokeball were jostled by the impact, and they are now both looking over the edge at a boy dressed in a red and black bodysuit, with a yellow and black cape. He’s climbing out of the bedroom window. The Taillow focuses the camera on the “R” logo on the kid’s chest. It looks important!]

Ooookay. Definitely not in Kansas anymore. Kansas would be so good right about now.

[He edges a little further out, seating himself on the windowsill, back towards the outside, and sizing up the roof. He catches sight of the bird holding the camera and grins, the eye lenses of his domino mask widening to reflect slight surprise. He doesn’t realize that it’s recording yet.]

Me not being in Kansas anymore must make you Toto, huh? Or Dinah. Birds holding cameras seem a bit more Wonderland than Oz, but I’m not the expert. So long as you’re not Cheshire, I think we can work with it, though.

[He looks back up at the roof, still grinning. He grips the edge with both hands, and pulls himself up with a grunt, and mutters:]

Since when does this require effort?

[Another grunt of exertion, and Robin forces his body upwards into a handstand, trying to balance on the edge of a sloped roof, before turning a quick tumble into a crouch.
It… doesn’t work that way. His legs are wobbling slightly, and when he tries to swing into the tumble, his balance shifts and he topples over with a brief yell of shock.

In the opposite direction.

Off the roof.

Shocked yell out of the way, Robin begins trying to grip something, anything on the wall while the Taillow squawks in distress and drops the camera. The Pokegear rights itself on the ground just in time to see the bird grasp the Boy Wonder’s cape.
It slows his descent, but the weight is too much for a small, level 5 Taillow and the two crash into the ground, Robin groaning as his knees absorb the impact. He gives the bird a pained, but grateful look.]

Well, you have Superman’s color scheme down. We can work on the rescuing thing.

[He flops over, lying on his side. Taillow uses his wings to shade his eyes from the sun, and Robin gently strokes the bird’s breast. Annoyed:]

I cannot believe I just fell off a roof. Nobody saw that, right? I just fell off a roof.
Batman would kill me if he knew I actually fell off a roof. I mean, there goes my reputation. Say nothing of the mystique. A roof. Not even a big roof. It’s only two stories—and—

[He notices the Pokegear Taillow dropped. It’s lit up.]

Why is that thing—

[Click!]

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Call a magician about the possibility of illusion or transportation spells. And interrogate the guards and other employees while waiting for them to get there, making absolutely sure the piece of art had, indeed, left the museum.

[...]

You're way too guileless to be a real threat. Besides tipping your hand, you don't have much of a poker face.

[He'll just. Not react to that final line.]

Unfortunately, I've done it right every other time. You just caught me on an off day.

Ah-ah! You forgot the most important question.

But is there a skylight.

Good thinking that it didn't really leave the museum, though.

...Right.

[This is her 'I don't believe you' face.]

Yeah, that would be swell, but no reason to dwell on what we can't have.

No, no Internet here. A network of sorts that all the gears connect to, send information and images and such, kind of like those smart phone things but without Internet?

[shrugs, because he's only recalling what people told him about smart phones and how they function]

Must be an off day.

[But he sounds a little annoyed with himself, because duh. Batman would murder him in his sleep if realized his sidekick had made such an amateurish mistake.

Never mind that he just spent most of the night drowning, burning, running, and trying to keep Artemis from panicking.]

Ask me another one. Let me get warmed up.

[Well, in fairness, he's dealing with at least one world's greatest thief here, and the point isn't really to see him solve the mystery; it's just to see what he thinks of first.

After all, the guy is dressed like Robin and talking about knowing Batman.]

It also kind of depends on what the artwork is. You say artwork and most people think painting, right? But it could be the statue of David. That's where you'd need the skylight, for lowering the cables from the helicopter. And if it was the David then the clearance diagonal doesn't really matter because you couldn't take a six-ton statue out through the shafts anyway, but it would indicate some pretty sloppy building planning because it's like seventeen feet tall, which means you'd have a sixteen foot eight inch ventilation duct. You could drive a truck through that. If it was a little truck. Context.

[She emphasizes this with jazz hands, and proceeds to look proud of herself for actually even knowing what jazz hands are.]

Okay, ummm...oh! Okay. There's a bomb submerged in a vase of flowers activated by a motion sensor. C-4. Someone's holding the vase and it'd be really good if they didn't get blown up. But they can't set down the vase because shaky hands, too risky, water motion, all that stuff. Also you're in a kitchen. What do you do?

Indeed, normally the might of the storm is mine to command. I have lost that, along with a great measure of my strength. These creatures are intended to make up the difference, or so I am told.

Hey, for all I know, you could just be one of those weird, overly zealous ones with too much time on their hands. So what, you trying to tell me you're the real deal?

[Yusuke isn't so sure he'd believe him, either way; seriously, it's one thing if someone else here has powers, but to actually go out and fight looking like that? He gets that spandex reduces chafing, but it's a wonder the guys in the comic books don't get laughed off the face of the planet, let alone someone who'd do it for real. He guesses it could be useful if you wanna rely on some sort of "wear a silly outfit, then go after the bad guy while they're busy wiping tears out of their eyes" strategy, but isn't that kind of a hassle?

Well, whatever.

Anyway, Yusuke's gonna roll his eyes a little at the insult before answering, quickly stamping out the little flare of irritation that may or may not have chosen to coil in his stomach at that moment so that he could present an image of nonchalance rather than anger. Seriously, as if he's gonna let someone who looks like you get him all riled up, Batboy.] Tch, nah. I'd never even heard of it 'til I got dumped here a couple days ago. Seems like a pretty dumb premise for a video game, if you ask me. [WHERE'S ALL THE FIST FIGHTS? THE BLOOD? THE TESTOSTERONE? How can you possibly engage in figurative junk pulling when all you're doing is fighting with animals? (Oh, the things you don't know, Yusuke.)]

Edited 2013-03-24 19:38 (UTC)

[The look on her face is a cross between recovering from mortification and not being sure if that's an insult or a compliment, or somehow both, or somehow neither.] Yes, well, I don't really make a habit out of lying.

[Just, sighs. Thank you for that. Thank you so much for that.]

Anyway, the next town ahead of you is called Cherrygrove City. It's three days by foot, but I could send one of my Pokemon back to make the travel faster, if you want. Seeing as "mom" only packed enough food for one day.

Edited 2013-03-25 05:35 (UTC)

You ... [ This young boy ... looked so familiar. It was odd.

She had briefly talked to another Robin a long time ago. He was a friend of Wally. ]

Have we met before? [ Then shook her head. It couldn't be possible because it looked like he was new. ]

N-no. I couldn't have ...

That'd be repetitive and redundant. *Nod.*

And, it'd be repetitive and redundant!

So planning on wearing the mask all the time? Want spares? I could manage something for you on that! *She tries to be helpful.*

You should still probably consider training your Pokemon for traveling and backup, if nothing else. Not everyone here is a trainer. A lot of us are breeders, or just keep them around for companionship.

[Dynamic duo, going solo? Hard to picture. Just a sidenote.]

Somebody else told me earlier that they most definitely had met me before and they had video evidence to prove it.

[He throws his cape over his shoulders with a sort of helpless shrug.]

You'd have to tell me.

So was that particular turn of phrase.

[He smiles politely.]

Classified information. But tell me what you'd do. I'm pretty far out of my element right now. Used to working more in the shadows.

As someone who's used to being able to get things done either with their own hands or by assisting allies, I'm not too keen on that. Giving orders is fun and all, though.

I'm guessing you had no above-average physical abilities or super powers to lose.

Believe me, if I could do a quadruple somersault for you to prove my case, I would.

Is that so? Then ... I might be right. Maybe we have met before.If I may ask, what is your name?

Maybe knowing it will remind me where we've met before. It is rather odd, but I don't believe we met from my original world.

[ She can't remember many people wearing masks back home --- with the exception for Rau Le Creusset. ]

[Astrid hasn't really noticed being any weaker, but she was just a normal viking back home.]

...They did take my axe away.

[And she'll never forgive them.]

Was it?

*She knows it was, it was kinda obvious.*

Well, whatever identity you're hiding it has very little impact on your home. Everyone returns home when they left, and without memory of here and what we know here. So friends and family won't really be protected by keeping your face hidden.

On the other hand the mask looks really cool, so I say you should keep wearing it!

If I hadn't had my utility belt taken from me or my physical abilities capped when I got here, I would happily prove it to you. But since anyone on the street can do a cartwheel, that's apparently what I've been reduced to, too.

[His arms cross under his cape.]

Strike three. I just don't like you.

The strategy comes from only being able to carry six at a time. The coolness factor comes from the ones that breathe fire or cause earthquakes or whatever. I imagine it's more impressive in real life.

[Taillow pecks him on the glove in agreement, and he has to acknowledge that much.]

It's true that I can't breathe fire. And I don't really like the idea of fighting alone. I just really hate the idea of being sidelined.

I'll keep it in mind if I can get some jokes out of it.

[He nods at that.]

Are just turned loose on the world, now? Some kind of social experiment set-up?

Who said anything about being sidelined? Plenty of people train and fight directly with their Pokemon. I'm not exactly one of them, but-- [Shrug.] --I don't see why you couldn't. You've already got the training, right?

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