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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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Despite some initial confusion over her own appearance, and her amnesia did little to explain away her own appearance, Morgan adapted surprisingly well to life at the citadel and the sword army. Mainly because well, she's a generally cheerful person and her beloved father is here!
Speaking of her father, she's heading for his room to see if he's available. For what, that's a surprise!]
Father? Oh!
[Wow, what a mess. And Father's sleeping in the middle of it all. Knowing him, all of these notes are clearly of high importance! Maybe she should get him a blanket to put over him...
Cue minor timeskip.
Morgan returns with a blanket in her hands (which may or may not resembles Yamanbagiri's...) and drapes it over her sleeping father.]
Alright, here you go.
[And then she sits down and read through these notes. And trying not to laugh too hard (or loudly) at some of them.]
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Really, one would think he was older than he actually is...
Not that he recalls his exact age but unlike the swords with whom he works, Robin's appearance should say something about how old he is.
It's in this state of half-awareness that he hears Morgan laugh and turns around, attention landing almost immediately on those notes]
Those...aren't quite finished.
[To say the least]
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Good morning, Father!
[It's like, probably midday. Or the afternoon.]
And they're not? Why aren't they finished?
[Need fact checking? More revisions? More additions to these hilarious notes?]
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I still need to check a lot of information. There are a lot of conflicts, where the history of different swords are concerned, and I'm not yet sure how to confirm which versions are erroneous and which are accurate.
[Provided any of them are accurate at all...]
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How about asking everyone about their history? [Everyone except the amnesiac swords, of course. Unless--] Unless you already did ask them, Father!
[Because he's so smart and clever, surely he would've thought of it already!]
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[And thus, this incredibly roundabout way of getting to know them. Can't stir up unpleasant memories this way, right?]
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[And it's so considerate of him to do so. Even if it means doing things in a incredibly roundabout way.]
Can I help? Between the two of us, we can clear these inconsistencies up in a flash!
[Or a barrage of pink petals.]
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[Besides which, Robin can teach Morgan a little about what he does.
So he'll offer the chair to her. He's been sitting around much too long anyway]
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[Morgan eagerly moves to sits down on the chair, looking down at all of the notes in front of her. She recognise her father's handwriting and can easily read them. Understaningd what his notes means, however, is different from just reading the words.
She's aware of what his duty as the saniwa involves, but learning from her father have always been one of the greatest pleasures in life. At least as far as she's concerned.]
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[He points out a series of notes he's jotted down, grouped neatly together]
And historical information here. [He points to another stretch of page, littered with notes not necessarily ordered by date] There are a lot of conflicting records, so I've been grouping those together in order to compare them. It becomes a matter then of evaluation, which takes a critical eye.
[And naturally, he welcomes his daughter's take on it]