яσвιи яє∂вяєαѕт (
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driftfleet2015-01-31 04:06 pm
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Who: Robin!
Broadcast: Video!
Action: Not unless it gets weird!
When: About a day after his supposed murder.
[the feed crackles on to show Robin, looking very much alive and in a shirt that doesn't have a big hole in it, thank you. he's crouched somewhere on one of those Floot Loop stations, probably. he's got his back to one of those big LED displays, which means... unless you want to check every single bright, animated ad in every station within range, he's going to be kind of tricky to find.
he... waves, though he doesn't look like he's very happy to see you either, to be honest.]
Hello. I'm not dead, since I assume that rumor has spread far and wide by now.
And I would love to have a calm, rational conversation about all of this before someone tries to kill me again. What have I missed? Catch me up.
Broadcast: Video!
Action: Not unless it gets weird!
When: About a day after his supposed murder.
[the feed crackles on to show Robin, looking very much alive and in a shirt that doesn't have a big hole in it, thank you. he's crouched somewhere on one of those Floot Loop stations, probably. he's got his back to one of those big LED displays, which means... unless you want to check every single bright, animated ad in every station within range, he's going to be kind of tricky to find.
he... waves, though he doesn't look like he's very happy to see you either, to be honest.]
Hello. I'm not dead, since I assume that rumor has spread far and wide by now.
And I would love to have a calm, rational conversation about all of this before someone tries to kill me again. What have I missed? Catch me up.

action;
You've done enough, Cecil.
[he doesn't stay there long. he stings. he pulls away and starts to leave, since it seems like that's better for everyone. he is very grateful, but he's tired. he has a long day ahead of him.]
action;
Don't push me away— please.
Trust me.
[ Trust that she cares about him, she means. Her voice has a raw edge of desperation to it, almost as though she's pleading, but she only says it once and if she managed to catch his hand in hers, she lets go of it here, as if communicating without words that she doesn't mean he has to stay now. She wishes he would, but if it's space he wants, then she doesn't have any other choice but to give him that as far as she sees it. ]
action;
but things are going to be different, this time. he's got nowhere to run. he's got to face the facts when it's over. so her hand gets a gentle squeeze and when she lets go, he doesn't disappear. he stays just long enough to let her know.]
I'll be back for you. I promise.
[he manages a weak smile... before finally turning to go.]