micromanaging and strategy, you say...

[prevail]

[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]

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[yaayaa]

[It's perfectly normal, at this point, to pass by the saniwa's room and see him surrounded by books and papers and things. Normally Nakigitsune wouldn't want to intrude, but seeing his saniwa asleep in the middle of all that mess....he can't help curiously wandering in to look around. You now, just for a moment.

....Hey, that paper's got his name on it.



Eventually Robin might get woken up by the sound of a fox reading interesting tidbits (quietly) aloud while Naki makes an attempt to clean up the mess he made when he accidentally knocked over one of the paper towers.]

Ooh, listen to this Nakigitsune, it says that Mikazuki-sama doesn't dress himself!

Really?

[prevail]

[Conversation at first eludes Robin's comprehension. There's noise somewhere on the periphery of sleep, tugging at his awareness. But it's with sluggish reluctance that the world around him starts to feel closer, more solid, more real.

And then his neck and back are incredibly sore. He's really got to stop falling asleep on heaps of books, one of these days.

Robin sits up slowly, hiding a yawn behind his hand as he looks around for a clock and - oh. He has company.

Company looking at his notes.

Oh dear. He hasn't been able to verify a lot of that information]

Might I have those back?

[Robin gestures at the notes, quite aware that Nakigitsune seems to have been reading them. It's something for which he can only blame himself, since he did leave them scattered about]

I wasn't quite finished.

[yaayaa]

[....Ah. Caught. Is he in trouble? That question is written all over his face, though it might be hard to tell with the mask.]

Our greatest apologies, Master! Curiosity got the better of us...

[The fox climbs back up on Naki's shoulder as he speaks, watching his sword companion pick up the rest of the mess. Here's your papers back! In a hastily assembled (but vaguely neatish) pile!]

[prevail]

[While Robin accepts those papers and shuffles them into slightly neater order, he shakes his head]

No, it was my fault for leaving them out. Unfortunately quite a bit of what I have here I still need to further research. I can't attest to any accuracy.

[He's certainly not mad, though perhaps a bit embarrassed. His notes are something of a mess at this stage]

[yaayaa]

Research?

[Some of the things in those notes didn't seem much like important research, though...]

Could we ask what it is you are researching?

[prevail]

You and the others, actually. I'd like to know as much as I can, so I can devise strategies better tailored to your individual capabilities.

[No one ever knows what might somehow become relevant, or so Robin thinks]

Ideally I'd also be able to compensate for potential disadvantages in combat, as well.

[yaayaa]

Oh.

[Some of those notes, though....]

Have you found any useful information so far? Facts which may assist in combat.

[prevail]

A few, I believe. In a few cases I know what circumstances might be disadvantageous for some individuals, although I need to check my facts a bit more.

[And by a bit he means quite a lot more, because accuracy is exceptionally important, for something like this]