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[theboogieman]

Who: IT'S A GAME MINGLE GET IN THE VAN
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.

[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?

this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]

Comments

[birdsbirdsbirds]

You, apparently. Are the wings a... normal thing?

[he has at least finally deemed it safe to come closer... get a better look...]

[idealistic]

Um...

[ Lloyd's fine with Robin coming closer! his wings won't spear him like they did with Cole; instead, they just flutter lazily behind him. ]

Yeah. Kinda. [ as normal as "borderline-walking-dead" can be, anyway. ] I wasn't born with them, but I had 'em for a while.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he walks around him, swings around to Lloyd's front... and crouches where he can see all of Lloyd and the undersides of his wings.]

...Does that make you not human? ["Angels" are supposed to have wings, aren't they? But he doesn't know a whole lot about them...]

[idealistic]

...I don't know. Maybe.

[ angels were complicated creatures back home-- they were nothing more than mutated humanoids. and if Lloyd had wings, then... it'd make him one of them too, right? ]

I never really thought about it, honestly, but I guess I'm an angel.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[Robin turns his head, a little, and then... more... and then just turns around completely and plops down on his back on the ground. perfect.]

You've never thought about it? That seems kind of important.

[idealistic]

Not really.

[ he crosses arms on the rock, settling his head into it. his wings continue to flutter lazily behind him. ]

What species you are isn't what defines you. You could be a human, angel, demon, elf-- whatever. It's who you are that really matters.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

That's... I don't think I've ever met anyone who really believes that.

[sure there are optimists who think you're mostly formed of the decisions you make, but even they agree that genetics and species are going to force you somewhere. he rather casually reaches up to see if he can touch the edge of a feather.]

[idealistic]

Not a lot of people do.

[ Lloyd doesn't make a move to deny Robin the urge to touch a feather; in fact, his wing flutters closer to his fingers just so that he can touch them. it's an odd sensation: there's a soft crackle of energy and the feathers don't quite feel solid, but they still feel downy like regular feathers. ]

They're always afraid of what's different, even though it doesn't always mean it's bad.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Do people think you're bad, where you're from?

[he can't imagine it. maybe Lloyd is talking about someone else. he's satisfied with just a little touch, just knowing that they feel as strange as they look, and lets his arm drop by his side.]