ROBIN √ 001 √ 3-19-13

[usedacrobatics]

[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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[hammerfell]

[Thor isn't about to judge, as he keeps forgetting he can't smash rocks and tear trees out of the ground and he's actually getting tired and the only reason he's not a mass of bruises himself is he's wearing armor. This is so much worse than the time he was banished, even if he is putting on a brave face about the situation--it seemed that before he was just a powerless Asgardian, and now that he's honestly human it's taking some adjustment.]

Just do not fall off of any taller roofs, my friend. You shall adjust eventually.

[...okay so he doesn't have much experience to speak of, but he makes up for it with hopeful optimism?]

[staystraught]

Eventually, he says.

[It's a sore subject to him; he could, if he had to, honestly live without the martial arts, but his acrobatics are closer to his heart and self-identity.]

It wouldn't normally be a problem, because I'm a professional and I carry lots of safety equipment, but my belt with all my toys in it is gone, too.

[hammerfell]

I myself am adjusting to a sudden lack of strength and stamina that has always come naturally to me. It is rather frustrating.

[It's an exercise in not losing his composure, that's for sure.]

It is likely that your tools were percieved as a weapon. Those are stripped from us as well.

[staystraught]

[It's a fair assumption, between the taser, escrima, hand-held explosions, and similar. But talking about your armory out loud is likely in poor taste, so he does not.]

So something's really pushing us towards the beasties. Is that it?

[He gives the Taillow a suspicious little pet on the head, mouth forming a thoughtful line.]

But is that to make us easier to beat?

[He deeply resents the implied lack of control there. He's all for teamwork and partnership, the term "Dynamic Duo" was not coined in a vacuum, but even when Batman put a leash on him, he was used to at least having the option of taking his own initiative.]

[hammerfell]

I know not the motivations of the force that brought us here. Considering the power it takes for methods to pass between worlds--at least those known to me--it would seem that it was a powerful force indeed.

[Seems like one of Loki's tricks, honestly. But Loki wouldn't have the power to turn Thor human.]

Thus far it does not seem that we were brought here solely to fight.

[usedacrobatics]

Well, that makes things all the more opaque. Whatever is governing our existence here is about as powerful as can be imagined. Great.

[He runs a hand through his hair and tugs in frustration.]

Seems a little perky to be all that evil, however. It's like an 8-bit cricket convention out here.

[hammerfell]

Perhaps so. I do not know how powerful your imagination is.

[Thor's expression is a slight smile.]

Were it intended to cause harm instead of mere inconvenience, I would think intentions would be made clear by now. I have been here two weeks, and I have heard of longer stays. It is a diversion, little more.

[staystraught]

Well, that makes me feel a little less like I'm being jerked around. But I guess that means it's pointless not to introduce myself, if I'm going to be stuck.

I'm Robin.

[hammerfell]

[Thor gives a respectful nod of acknowledgment.]

I am Thor Odinson.

1/2

[usedacrobatics]

[Well, someone had mentioned Norse gods to him...]

2/2

[usedacrobatics]

And I was bummed about losing my acrobatics. Don't you have control over lightning or something normally?

[hammerfell]

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.

[usedacrobatics]

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.