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130bladeworks2015-04-19 10:42 pm
prevail) wrote in 130bladeworks2015-04-19 10:42 pm
micromanaging and strategy, you say...
[Robin's been aware that he has his work cut out for him from the getgo. He just had no idea how true that really was. Once he's got books piled in a haphazard semicircle around him, complemented by charts and loose pages of notes, it's so very evident that he has quite a lot to do and not the most accurate of information to work with.
And this might not be so bad if his memory was all there, but it's...not. An accident has assured this much, so Robin has taken it upon himself to cram every bit of knowledge he can into his mind, so that he can fulfill his responsibilities as a saniwa.
One might be given to assume this means that Robin is studying all of these things for some high and important purpose. And he'd argue that it is. As time crawls by he thumbs his way through various historical texts from a slew of authors, jotting down information as he comes across it - whether it agrees or conflicts. Just as he has in days previous, this is the way he spends his downtime.
And as with the days which preceded this, he eventually falls asleep in his pile of books and notes.
What is he studying with such determinations? Why, the swords he's got to work with, of course. Nobody can have a winning strategy without first understanding what one has at one's disposal. Strengths and weaknesses, assets and flaws, it's all right there scrawled on the papers littered around him. The sole exception being the sheet of paper pressed to one side of his face, ink smeared against his cheek]
[ooc: In Robin's original canon he had a tendency to somehow find out or notice all kinds of things about his allies. And he'd write them down in a roster. Some of these things were so deeply embarrassing or private that people were willing to risk their lives to get that roster back when it was stolen in a DLC episode. Gentleswords, he now has a roster with entries about you]
And this might not be so bad if his memory was all there, but it's...not. An accident has assured this much, so Robin has taken it upon himself to cram every bit of knowledge he can into his mind, so that he can fulfill his responsibilities as a saniwa.
One might be given to assume this means that Robin is studying all of these things for some high and important purpose. And he'd argue that it is. As time crawls by he thumbs his way through various historical texts from a slew of authors, jotting down information as he comes across it - whether it agrees or conflicts. Just as he has in days previous, this is the way he spends his downtime.
And as with the days which preceded this, he eventually falls asleep in his pile of books and notes.
What is he studying with such determinations? Why, the swords he's got to work with, of course. Nobody can have a winning strategy without first understanding what one has at one's disposal. Strengths and weaknesses, assets and flaws, it's all right there scrawled on the papers littered around him. The sole exception being the sheet of paper pressed to one side of his face, ink smeared against his cheek]
[ooc: In Robin's original canon he had a tendency to somehow find out or notice all kinds of things about his allies. And he'd write them down in a roster. Some of these things were so deeply embarrassing or private that people were willing to risk their lives to get that roster back when it was stolen in a DLC episode. Gentleswords, he now has a roster with entries about you]
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That was the most relevant use of a Spongebob cap ever.Robin isn't the sort who wakes up too easily. But having something wet move across his face certainly disturbs his rest. At first he simply tries to move away, as though whatever offending thing may simply be discouraged by his unconscious evasion.
It's that shift that makes the books supporting his weight shift and lurch forward abruptly. And that of course dumps him across those books and the ones near them, knocking over one particularly tall pile with a series of thumps and thuds. One of these has the fortunate aim to land open on his head.
The finest in literary hats now belongs to Robin as he lets out a muffled groan and picks himself up.
Not without slipping on another poorly-placed book first]
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Bwah! Woah, woah-- ( One hand has the ink brush, frozen in mid-air like the guilty person he truly is and the other hand is palm facing out, as if he tried to stop this shift in events with magic. Robin is getting up. He's going to be caught-- wait, never mind, he just slipped again. ) Ah...
( Places the brush down with the ink. Quietly.... shoves the ink away. Maybe covers it with some paper... hopefully those notes weren't too important. Okay, now it's now its time to use his best surprised face and look totally innocent. )
Master! Are ya okay? Ya aren't hurt, are ya? Speak to me!
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But this time he manages to sit up without incident, carefully removing the book perched on his head with both hands]
Yes, I'm fine. I suppose this will teach me to leave a mess out, won't it?
[He sounds bemused if anything, picking up a few papers he really didn't mean to leave scattered around on the floor]