mingle a little Mor tonight

[catamite]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: The wonderful world of Mor, nearby way-stations, and ships!
When: The first week or so of arrival

[this is it-- Atroma's surprise vacation stay for you all! it's time to explore, speculate, relax, and totally behave yourselves. right?

how are you all dealing with the ever-so-educational volcano? have you played around with the visual toggle on those collars yet? aren't they cool? aren't these peasant clothes rad? if you haven't had a decent meal since Abeo, maybe you could afford some of that authentic farm-raised meat they have here. historical!

I bet you're all excited and completely thrilled to be here! who wouldn't be? ...so, make some discoveries, make some friends, and have fun!]

Comments

[save_the_souls]

[...Touche.]

I...had to learn how to do it out of necessity once. Since then, I suppose the habit has simply stuck.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

...I see. [he looks up at the sky for a moment--for some reason--and then back at Allan, putting his hands behind his back. polite.] I suppose I shouldn't ask further.

[save_the_souls]

[He gives a little shrug]

I don't really care if you do. It's simply a strange story [like many of his stories are], so I thought to keep it concise.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I like strange stories.

[...he isn't saying that Allen should tell it, but... he might be saying that Allan should tell it.]

[save_the_souls]

[...]

[Eh, why the hell not. He removes his left glove, showing his rather deformed looking hand. The skin is red, the nails are black and that cross on the back of his hand seems to glow a light green.]

My left arm is made up a material that becomes a weapon when I choose. In its strongest form, it becomes a large sword. It's powerful, but...it leaves me without a second arm.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

...Huh.

[were he straight from Skeleton City, he'd be all over that. magical, monstrous things were kind of a rarity. a genetic mutation or a curse--he'd be all over himself to figure it out. but today he does little aside from look at it curiously, because he's learned that most people just have weird magical bullshit going on around here.]

That's really interesting. Organic or synthetic?

[save_the_souls]

I... [He hesitates. What is Innocence?] I don't know.

In my world, people believe it comes from God. And I haven't found anything like the material in any other world.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Oh... [he tilts his head a little... he wonders what it would look like, if he looked at it in his true form. maybe Tek would feel strings of Fate attached to it. all sorts of possibilities.] Very strange. You've always had it?

[save_the_souls]

[He gives a little nod] Yes, that's right.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I see... You continue to be a unique person, Allen.

[he has more to say but he's... sure Allen has already heard it.]

[save_the_souls]

[He moves to put his glove back on.]

Isn't everyone?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Here, certainly. Quite the collection, they've gathered.

[he just smiles. like this is totally normal.]

[save_the_souls]

[Slight eyebrow raise]

I see.

So what makes you unique, Robin?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[without missing a beat:] My optimistic outlook and charming personality.