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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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...well, perhaps he should give him a poke, he thinks. Or get him back to his room. Still, as he carefully navigates the literary minefield, he spots the characters of his name on a piece...
There are two categories of things that Robin might have found out. One, the myths and legends that Futsu himself isn't in any great hurry to clarify. He just wants to be one of the guys, after all, pull his weight...
Second, he was found making far too many rice balls in the kitchen the other day out of sheer excitement at them working right and chased a stray squirrel that got into the citadel all through the corridors.
It's the latter that's going to be the problem here.
In shock, he bursts out, flustered-]
Gah-! Wh- what's all this about?
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So it's the sudden shout out of nowhere that jars him right out of sleep, sitting up quickly with a sheet of paper stuck to one side of his face. He takes in his surroundings in a haze for several moments before he realizes the paper is there and...quietly peels it from his cheek.
Who knew ink could serve as a mild adhesive? Robin does now.
Having drawn the conclusion that all hell has not broken loose, he starts to say something, only to pause when he sees the paper Futsu-no-Mitama happens to be holding]
I was doing some research. The more I understand, the better I can help.
[No big deal, right?]
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Research? There's research 'n there's ... ngh!
[Dammit, boss, why've you got to-? He slams the page back down onto the desk, looking - is that a hint of red in his face, there? He's just a spot quieter as he goes on-]
Y-you ain't plannin' on tellin' anyone any of this stuff, right?
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And so he sits up a bit straighter, assuming a more somber expression]
Of course not. My only purpose is to be mindful of anything that might affect you or others out in the field, so I can plan accordingly.
[Some of what he's written down may never see practical use, but one can never predict what might come up]
I didn't mean to leave these pages out like this, so I'll be more careful.
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[Fidgeting, now, and scratching his head a bit. Not that he'd ever really expected to hear otherwise, but it's still a load off his mind to know.]
I know you're doin' it for the right reasons. But... eh. It's just seein' it there in black and white. Kinda [with a bit of glancing around] a shock.
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And he'll have to stop overestimating how long he can pore over books before he does so]
I'd write about myself as well, just to make it even, but I ah... [Here he pauses. It's not something he tends to bring up, being a personal matter, but perhaps it's only fair] Don't recall all that much.
[Strange, volunteering that. At least thus far he's compensated for any lack sufficiently well to not be questioned about his faculties]
It's another reason I write things down.
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[...And that gets his attention. Huh. Hadn't expected to hear something like that, and it snaps him out of his worry and the latest you're not gonna try anything that's about to spring to his tongue.
Humans live such short lives. It's not long enough to start forgetting anything, surely?]
Guess that makes sense. Just... do ya - do ya really think this is all useful? You're the boss and all, but...
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Posed that second question, he spares his notes another glance with a small shrug of his shoulders]
I've no way of knowing what might become useful or when, no matter how incidental it seems. And I'd rather be prepared for something that never comes up than be caught unawares and let any of you down.
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[There's a hell of a doubtful look on his face.]
Man, you don't take any chances.
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[Because he doesn't want any of them to be damaged or lost under any circumstances. Not to mention if added difficulties can be avoided with further preparation, there's all the more reason for him to learn as much as possible.
The number of contingency plans he's come up with would probably cause headaches, really]