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tampered2008-01-11 10:07 am
tehpuck.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2008-01-11 10:07 am
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When; Last night/this morning [01/10-01/11]
Rating; PG at best
Characters; Robin Goodfellow [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tehpuck] & Kurama [banditfox]
Summary; Robin Goodfellow goes... shopping, and meets a friend.
Log;
If anything good could be said about alien invasions, it was the wake of chaos they left behind. Really, that much was true of any large wars or battles or mass panics of the sort they’d all just experienced.
Of course, it wasn’t as if Robin thrived on mayhem, it was really that it made things so much easier for him to, at times, maneuver about as he wished. People, when frightened for their own survival, often left doors unlocked. Houses were ritually... exploded. The police force was more interested in the continued survival of the race than petty larceny. All in all, for the first and best trickster, a good deal.
...If it wasn’t so messy, that was, but this trial was a cross Robin was willing to bear; really, who said he didn’t make sacrifices? They were obviously lying or misinformed.
Or just dumb.
Or all three! It didn’t really matter, though, Robin had no intention of crawling too far into the collective psyche of the perpetually obtuse, he might escape irreparably tainted.
Oh, was that some jewelry? Possibly.
Robin bent down to retrieve it, manicured figures gingerly seizing something... shiny. -ish. Further inspection would, of course, see if the object-in-question had any real merit at all worth mentioning, but life was full of surprises, like an oyster, box of clichés, et cetera.
He disappeared the thing onto a holding place that wouldn’t further dirty his person with the prestidigitation he’d learned in during that whole… Gaul... thing, and continued to majestically trudge onward, green eyes scanning the area for more trinkets and the occasional... water bottle. Well, he could use that, too.
Really, no reason to be picky. He could do that later.
He had the time.
Rating; PG at best
Characters; Robin Goodfellow [
tehpuck] & Kurama [banditfox]Summary; Robin Goodfellow goes... shopping, and meets a friend.
Log;
If anything good could be said about alien invasions, it was the wake of chaos they left behind. Really, that much was true of any large wars or battles or mass panics of the sort they’d all just experienced.
Of course, it wasn’t as if Robin thrived on mayhem, it was really that it made things so much easier for him to, at times, maneuver about as he wished. People, when frightened for their own survival, often left doors unlocked. Houses were ritually... exploded. The police force was more interested in the continued survival of the race than petty larceny. All in all, for the first and best trickster, a good deal.
...If it wasn’t so messy, that was, but this trial was a cross Robin was willing to bear; really, who said he didn’t make sacrifices? They were obviously lying or misinformed.
Or just dumb.
Or all three! It didn’t really matter, though, Robin had no intention of crawling too far into the collective psyche of the perpetually obtuse, he might escape irreparably tainted.
Oh, was that some jewelry? Possibly.
Robin bent down to retrieve it, manicured figures gingerly seizing something... shiny. -ish. Further inspection would, of course, see if the object-in-question had any real merit at all worth mentioning, but life was full of surprises, like an oyster, box of clichés, et cetera.
He disappeared the thing onto a holding place that wouldn’t further dirty his person with the prestidigitation he’d learned in during that whole… Gaul... thing, and continued to majestically trudge onward, green eyes scanning the area for more trinkets and the occasional... water bottle. Well, he could use that, too.
Really, no reason to be picky. He could do that later.
He had the time.