towerofanimus | well this is a familiar situation

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[ou] robin (fire emblem)

well this is a familiar situation

Characters: Robin and you!
Setting: Various floors.
Format: Doesn't matter, but I'll be starting off with brackets.
Summary: A new arrival decides to do one of the things she does best and observe her new location.
Warnings: Newcomer being a newcomer. Also, uh, possible spoilers for everything up to the penultimate chapter of Fire Emblem: Awakening. Possible because she's not the type to blurt it out, but it may show up in her thoughts.

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[This isn't the first time this has happened to her, and it likely won't be the last. Waking up in a new location with no memories of how she got there...boy did that bring back memories.

That said, this time seemed to be a lot worse. For one, she was in some kind of jumpsuit; for two, she was supposed to be back with the Shepherds! A quick study of her surroundings finds a chest nearby; opening it, she finds her clothes, and she shrugs on her coat quickly. It's familiar, it's comforting, she'll at least look something like decent. Hey, even she could be a little self-conscious sometimes, right?

Now to figure out where she...ah. Notes. Very good, at least she could get some sense of her bearings here. One explaining...life in a tower? Right then. She didn't get what that had to do with her. Maybe the other note would-

"Your world has been destroyed. I saved you. Let's all be happy here."

..........Roommates, do you mind rebooting the new arrival? She's basically just staring at the note as if, well, her world ended.

~~great gods she was right all along oh gods no no no~~]

[Cafeteria]
[Ah yes, that place all newcomers must go, with the food that all newcomers must eat. Robin's actually okay with it; yeah, it's not the best stuff ever, but it's edible at least. That's better than she does - unless you're not human, that is. It's a funny thing; she's really bad at cooking for humans, but folks who aren't human tend to think she's a goddamn gourmet chef.

Either way, this food really could be worse - but maybe it's the shock of the situation that makes it seem so to her.]

[Floor Three - Library 1]

[Miriel would be so happy to see this...is what she thinks at first, but a few minutes of poking around tells her that maybe Miriel would only just be content that there is a library in here. It's terribly incomplete. No history books, absolutely nothing about where she's ended up...no, Miriel would probably not be happy about that.

However, there are some informative books - machinery beyond the ken of her world and so on - and Robin picks out one at random, sits down in a chair, and begins reading.

Turns out it's a book on tactics. She's gonna be here for a while.]

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[Today was a boring day. What was also boring was libraries but he had to be here, waiting for someone.

That left only one thing to do, which was for Cain to make his own fun.

After folding up a bit of paper, he pulled a rubber band out of his pocket and put it on his fingers like a slingshot. Putting the paper on it, he pulled it back, aimed it at the lovely lady sitting in the room, and let it fly.

Real mature.]

[A WILD...paper ball...appears?

She blinks in confusion and then looks over at its source, a very obviously bored fellow.]

...May I ask why you did that?

You can ask but I can't guarantee a completely honest answer. How's that?

You're bored, aren't you.

[Really, that sounds like the only plausible explanation. After all, it's a childish action more befitting of...well, a child! Not a grown adult.

(Unless, of course, one is attempting to troll someone in one's camp for the purpose of helping them get over their gynophobia. That is a completely different situation.)]

That's the measure of it. It wouldn't be so bad if there was a place to get alcohol around here but it's a little lacking in luxuries, don't you think?

A little is a bit of an understatement.

[This place sucks. |:]

Isn't it possible to make your own, though? Or ask the admins...?

If I were a Guardsman, I'd probably have a way to do this. Sadly, I'm not. I'll admit to turning a blind eye towards soldiers making their own alcohol though.

[Mostly because he could partake of it in the field. Universe's worst Commissar.]

And frak if I'm asking the admins for anything.

Ah, I see.

[So he's obviously of some rank in a military organization - of a different world, likely. It seems not much is different between worlds...] Access to the ale is regulated in your world's military? That's a shame. Then again, in some cases it might be a good thing.

[She's pretty sure The Vaike and booze don't mix.]

Yes, from what I've been hearing, the administrators really don't deserve the title, do they?

Only on the battlefield. Most of them are going to die during the fight so they're allowed to go drink crazy before and after.

[lifeintheimperium.jpg]

They're no God-Emperor, that's for sure. I honestly wouldn't be able to accept much else.

[All Darkleer wants is to relax and let his mind unwind from the tight coil of murderous raeg he's been in the past week or so. On the upside, no one to hurt if you lose your shit in the middle of nowhere. On the upside, very exhausting to pull yourself back together afterwards. The only real indication that there's something wrong with him is how clumsy he's being. Not overtly, but he's usually in such control of his limbs, keenly aware of his size and everything around him, that the small bumps and nudges here and there are dangerously out of character for him.

He knocks off a small stack of books, trying to find a corner where to sit down and let himself relax somewhat, but all he manages to do is hiss at himself for all the undue noise he's making. He notices Robin after a moment, once he uprights the stack of books. He stares at her for a moment, expression blank as all of Darkleer tend to be. Then he clears his throat awkwardly.]

...excuse me.

[He's just. Gonna go to that corner over there. Yes. And read about applied mechanics. That's all. No biggie.]

[Ouch, that sounded unpleasant. Robin is up and investigating by the time it's put back together - oh, it sounded worse than it was. Never mind then. She smiles at the strange person and shakes her head.]

It's okay; I've seen worse around camp.

[The sad part is, she's telling the truth.]

[He inclines his head, hair rustling slightly. He's pretty massively built, so he looks somewhat... hilarious, in his current surroundings.]

Nonetheless, I did not mean to disturb you.

[But hey, even if he's ten feet of sheer solid musculature, he's still very polite ten feet of sheer solid musculature.]

I wasn't disturbed. [She looks over at a clock a-- oh.] ...If you hadn't, I might well have stayed in the library longer than I should have, anyway, so no harm, no foul at all.

[Oops tactics books-]

[Darkleer shrugs, a little awkward.]

If you are certain then.

[And then he just sort of stands there. Because yeah. Awkward.]

[In light of all the recent... "excitement" from recent events, some time to just cool down seemed like it was in order. And when she'd been exploring the tower during the mist incident she'd noticed there was a library on floor three. So why not spend some time reading? Even if there might not be anything all that useful, it'd be a chance to enjoy some peace and quiet, unwind a little.

But then Amelia's always been the social sort, and while she's doing her best not to be too noisy or distract anyone it's hard for her not to be a bit curious about the newcomer in the library, so in the hopes that she isn't being too terribly distracting she helps herself to a seat near Robin and kind of half-peers over at her.]

Oh excuse me, what book is that you're reading?

~~[try not to stare she's got some pretty crazy stats for her age, she's even promoted!]~~

[~~gurl how many second seals did you use~~]

A book on battlefield tactics. Assuming that the administrators might be lying, it might be helpful to have some new tricks up my sleeve if I ever return home, to the war. If they're telling the truth, it might help if anything similar ever happens here.

[She looks up and smiles at the crazy-statted girl.]

~~[none at all I'm just this awesome]~~

Battlefield tactics? I didn't know this library had any books like that, are you some kind of soldier?

[This probably shouldn't strike her as such a big surprise, and she knows the subject usually isn't a happy one for most people. But at the same time if she's from a war too, then there's something she can relate to at least.]

So... you had a war back home too huh?

No, I'm just a tactician for the Ylissean Army.

[Her smile fades just a bit, over to something a bit more serious.]

Yeah, we did. First it was against the Theocracy of Plegia, then the Empire, and now...well, now we have to take out a dragon that's trying to destroy the world. Sounds crazy, I know.

Ylissean Army? I've never heard of that country before...

[And yet she couldn't help but be darkly amused at how much that reminded her of home. It would have sounded crazy to anyone else, but after fighting her own Empire and then Formortis...]

I can believe it. I'm a soldier from the Grado Empire, except I spent most of that time fighting against it when it went mad and turned on the rest of the world. From there we ended up fighting the king of all monsters, and... it's complicated.

[But at least this girl could probably understand, it sounded like she'd been in one hell of a war herself.]

Oh yeah, my name's Amelia. What's yours?

You've never heard of Ylisse? I guess we may really be from different worlds, then...

Hm. [There's a brief smile.] We also ended up with a few defectors from the Theocracy of Plegia in our army. Though, admittedly, it was less that they defected because the war was wrong, and more because they simply didn't want to be ordered around.

[At least in Tharja's case. She's not too sure about Henry, but then who is?]

It's nice to meet you, Amelia. I'm Robin.

It's nice to meet you too, Robin!

[Alright well, Robin seemed friendly enough so far. And even if they weren't from the same world it seemed like they had enough in common to understand where the other might be coming from. And that means a new friend! Something that causes her mood to visibly brighten.]

I don't think I've seen you around here before either... are you new here?

[Sephiran likes to make customary stops in the library to get different books to read in the places of his choice. So when he spots a new arrival in some clothes that could possibly have come from home, his interest is awakened. With some books in his arms, he stops by Robin's table.]

Excuse me... pardon the strange question, but is there magic in the world you came from?

Ah?

[That's an odd question, and she pauses, dog-earing the page so that she can close the book and talk with the new face.]

Yes, yes there is. It can't be cast without tomes, though.

[Luckily she has some in her bag - not that she'll say a word unless it's necessary. Yet.]

May I ask why you've asked me this?

[Truth be told, though, that clothing does look like it could be from her world...maybe from a continent that none of them know of? It's a possibility. The world is, after all, quite vast. There may be more to it than one would think.]

Magic that can't be cast without tomes... that sounds a lot like my world.

[Hidden in his stack of books is the Ellight tome he regularly carries around for self-defense.]

It's a strange question, I'm aware... your clothes just look like they could possibly be that of a mage from my world.

Well, it is true that I have a knack for using the tomes, but as for being a straight-up mage...no, that isn't me. I do know some mages, though.

[...Okay, more like a lot of mages. Two of whom are.......let's just say their sanity is questionable and get it over with.]

It's quite the coincidence.

It is! Can you perhaps tell me a bit about your world? In exchange, I will tell you a bit about mine.

[He's curious now that he knows that magic can only be cast with tomes in Robin's world, too.]

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well this is a familiar situation

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Sorry for the slow! @_@

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