Robin Locke
Biting his tongue, Robin continued to look from Raven to Nayu, then to the group in the distance. Were they real? Or were they fictional characters stuck in some sort of plot going blindly along with him just for the sake of doing so? It was disturbing to think that they might be fake. "Oh hell no. If you are thinking of using me as Shadow distraction bait, that's never happening again. Never. Never in a million lightyears." He jumped subconsciously and cursed himself for doing so. Oh, idiot. He shot a glare at the shortest of the three of them as if it was his fault for surprising him with words and sound. For a moment, Robin almost didn't understand what'd been said to him until he remembered the initial situation. Right. Library. Right. If they got there and got inside, then he'd know whether or not this was the real world and whether or not these were real people. "No bait-type ideas, unless you wanna take the reigns."
Nayu walked on with long strides that lead him ahead of them, further than either Robin or Raven seemed to be able to keep up with. Robin never realized how competitional and inferior he could feel until he met this guy, and now all he wanted to do was show him up. He was sure if a Genie were to appear before him, he would wish for stalks for legs and rocks for muscles so he could laugh and stomp around and crush Nayu's idiotic self right into the ground. Maybe kick him across the city like a football. That'd show him. It might kill him too. But whatever murder is always legal in the confines of the mind.
“I was fine with making some noise and you two darting in, but throwing you to the Shadows so you shut the fuck up, because I don’t care what you don’t like. I don’t like you, and do I voice it? Yeah. How often do I say it? All the fucking time but is that the point? No. the point is for you to not talk about things you don’t like because it would make me feel better if I didn’t have to hear your voice.” At least there's no competition in intelligence, Robin thought egotistically. That was one thing he was absolutely sure of. There was no doubt that he was definitely smarter than Nayu could ever be. “Besides, look. Some idiot is on the roof. How great. This is great. I hope she fucking dies.”
What? Robin looked up, half-expecting to find nothing there at all, but his eyes widened when he did see a girl, just a blurry spec from the distance (maybe it wasn't really all that far away, but he really did need to consider getting glasses. As if that was ever going to happen. Nayu didn't need glasses, so why should he?). There were Shadows lingering around. Maybe that was her reason for being all the way up there in the first place? He squinted, trying to get a better view. Suddenly, a spark flew off and a bright, heated light consumed his area of vision. Fire?! “THAT’S YOUR CUE TO RUN!”
RUN? Why would they RUN? Where were they running towards? Why should he trust this girl who just set fire to the area? Was it a controlled fire? Was the building on fire? Sure, the Shadows were gone, but-- “Oh my fucking god I will leave you two standing there and gawking I swear it on my mother’s grave.” Robin blinked. “Fucking run you idiots!” Nayu took off before he could even ask why and that was when he decided he couldn't stand there thinking about it because if Nayu thought it was a good idea to run off into the library, then so did he. Robin grabbed Raven by the hand and pulled him along with him, panting and wheezing when they finally did get to the library, which turned out to be much safer than he originally though.
"Oh dear god, I'm dying." Physical activities were not his thing. He almost missed being crammed up in that technological anomoly floating around the false-Earth his old, long-lost fantasy world. He never had to do much physical stuff there. He just had to think his way out of situation. Way easier.
”We need to find ourselves a room that seems safe from shadders. This room is fine f’r now, but soon the outside will be crawlin’ with the creatures and they’ll see right through this glass. I ain’t lookin’ f’r heroes or martyrs, so we’re not splittin’ up. If you don’t want in, then stay here. But I’m gonna be lookin’ to make a fire, eat something, pass out and kiss somebody. Not exactly in that order. Come with me, we’ll cut through the belly of the beast. If not, have fun playing ‘buccaneer’s bet’ by yourself. Any questions?” Robin pushed aside his half a heart attack to send the male a look of annoyance, although it only hit his back as he meandered down the hall. And who put Mr. Seasalt in charge? He followed, although he would rather say it was because it was the only way in. ”No shadders. Lucy, hand me that-”
Robin stopped and stared, blank in the face, at the man laying on the ground. He nudged him with his foot before sighing, as if this was all just one huge inconvenience for him. "Great." He looked at the other unfamiliar faces, those who weren't Nayu or Raven. "Was he really that important or is he an option we can leave behind?" His eyes scrolled over the others and stopped on the dark-skinned, bright-eyed female who most certainly stuck out the most from them all. Whatever rude comment he'd had coming next dried in his throat and he pushed his way forward, caring little about the man on the ground.
He wandered through the room, noting the large television that seemed to of been dragged forcibly off the wall at some point and pulled to the center of the room. The tables and chairs were pushed carelessly against the walls and the movies stacked around the television seemed to be the only tidy thing. He didn't care so much for movies, though, and television shows were no longer existent with nobody around to broadcast them. Any shows had to be in the form of movies. "Where are the books?" He almost pouted. Books were the only things that mattered. He needed to see if this world was the real one.