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Character Portrait: Micah Volfkin Character Portrait: Nayu Lati Character Portrait: Raven Blanc Character Portrait: Elara Nirvana Character Portrait: Nadezda Marinovic Character Portrait: Robin Locke
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Robin Locke


Already, Robin was sure that this was not going to be a fruitful endeavor. Nothing ever seemed to go the easy way, which would be cool if this was one of those black and white detective films where some guy with a cigar played badcop and another guy named Finny Friendly played goodcop, but it wasn't because this wasn't a movie. He supposed that should be a bit unfortunate, which it kinda-sorta was, but he was in the real world for a reason so he decided to shut up and suck it up before his mind started to wander too far into a fictional realm where cliches were a thing. There was a time and a place to let the imagination run rampant, and now was not in, not when they could very well be in serious danger.

Well, that's what Robin thought anyway. It seemed like those with him were not feeling the same. "Look." He didn't bother bracing himself for the whiny, unnecessary complaints that were surely to come from the short-stocked little nuisance himself because he was pretty used to it all by now. He liked to consider himself patient. It was a good trait. He had lots of those. "The whole reason why Homo Sapiens were able to survive through everything, the tough climate of Earth and all that, is because they had communication. They spoke to one another and they understood each other. And then they gave each other names to make said communication easier. A helluva lot easier. So I'm telling you this one more time, for the sake of our survival and in respect to our ancestors, that I'm Raven and he's Nayu." Oh, whatever. Specifics were irrelevant.

What was relevant, however, was the fact that they needed to keep moving rather than stand around arguing about names. He could refer to them as Thing One and Thing Two for all that mattered. It would still get his point across. Names were not important. They were binding and, generally, boring. They were just conveniences given to them by their parents. He supposed names should be considered sentimental in a way, but to him they weren't. He didn't really care what people called him as long as it wasn't insulting or completely stupid. "The Shadows will be here soon. Very soon. Let's keep moving, and..." Again, they were forced to stop because of...Raven's--he didn't forget!--distractions, which were more inconvenient than they were worth it, probably. "There is going to be an eternity of them near the library. Perhaps we can sneak in through a back door though, or something like that." The shorter boy pulled them along again as if they stopped on their own wills and not because of him in the first place. "Let's get going then, before they catch up."

Of course, Robin's luck of silence and movement hardly lasted a moment before the other...the other whose... Just the other because screw that guy. He didn't care. Because the other started up almost immediately. “And whatta we gonna do ‘bout the girl? Leave her there?” What? What girl? Robin blinked and brought it upon himself to bring the group to a stop this time around, turning his head every which way to find the supposed girl and, just when he was sure the...other...was hallucinating, he spotted just the one he was sure he was talking about; a girl, sure enough, with short-cropped hair the color of leaves that had been pressed too hard between his fingers. It was a strange sort of green, but it gave him a good feeling for a reason he couldn't exactly explain. Maybe it was some sort of psychology about how colors brought up emotional responses, but now was definitely not the time for that.

“Fuck that, fuck you Raven. She’s telling us something. Can your brain not process that information with all the useless information you have crammed in there or something? We gotta do something, yeah? Maybe she has others with her. Fuck the library now. With just the three of us, if any of us are caught, we are going to be fucked so bad, it’s going to be like. Being fucked up the ass with something hard and prickly and that’s just awful.” Robin originally planned to be all for the rescue of someone damsel in distress, although being knightly wasn't exactly his thing, but that look Mr. Other shot him did not elicit an excited response. If anything, he almost wanted to leave the poor girl there just to spite him, with her providing the role of a casualty of immaturity. “We are getting that girl and whoever is with her. More man-power. Let’s go, assholes. Or are you too pussy to follow me?”

Being the mature man that Robin knew he was, he went without question because, I'm not a pussy you fucking prick, I swear to god I'd wring your stupid little neck if I wasn't so sure you would beat me into juice pulp before I even touched you. They hardly got a foot ahead of each other before the girl with the alluring hair was swooped up and taken away by someone who most certainly was not a shadow. He watched as they ran, and as another seemed to join them, and sighed in frustration because the shadows were looming and disturbing and he was starting to feel a terrible mix of claustrophobic and anxious.

"Okay, well, see--whatever. The situation resolved itself!" He shot a glare at the man with the name that started with an M, he was sure of it, before giving a snooty huff and walking off ahead of the both of them. "I literally don't care what happens from this point on." Literally was not the right word to use there because it made the sentence incorrect, but this wasn't one of his stories that he could simply crumple up and start over and use a better verse, so he decided it was good enough and left it alone. Regardless of what he said, he still felt obligated to keep the group in-tact, so he still motioned for them to follow, and hopefully they would do so at a brisk pace because there was no way he was running to escape the shadows. He was nervous, not outright motivated.

The shadows seemed to lose track of them, as they were never very bright in the first place (Robin grinned at the pun), and it didn't seem to be very hard at all to get to a safer place. He spotted the others, those whose names he definitely did not know and still wouldn't care to, at a closer distance than he was expecting because he never intended to go in their direction in the first place, but seemed to end up there anyway. He cupped his hands and shouted, "Library!" before adding, "Books!" because he felt the need to clarify in case they were not completely mentally there. He then turned to the two with him. "I think that got the point across. We should be near it by now. I was thinking, maybe, a distraction, to get the Shadows away from the entrance." He didn't forget Raven's suggestion of a back door, but he wasn't sure how well that would go.