Log; Let's name him Fiver - Ongoing

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When; September 1st
Rating; PG to PG13 if Keats lets out a swear word
Characters; disregard_death and illuminedcraft and possibly coredivided
Summary; Keats got the girls a bunny with one ear. He's cute.


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Log;

Keats held out a carrot for the small rabbit. It sniffed at his hand first and then began to chew on the item. He smiled. "Yer a cute little fellow, ain'tcha?"

And they had yet to name him...

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[illuminedcraft.livejournal.com]

Robin was sitting close by with a book she had just finished. She took off her glasses and smiled, "He's adorable, Keats."

She frowned a bit. "I still don't feel right just calling him Bunny, though."...

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"He doesn't seem ta mind "Rabbit" or "Hey You", but I agree. The little fellow sniffed at Keat's hand when the carrot was gone and looked up at him expectantly. "Smart little guy." Keats itched the rabbits single ear.

"You have any ideas on what to call him?"

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Robin laughs softly and nods. "Yes, he seems very smart." She tilts her head. "Understanding, too." She blushes, "If a rabbit could be such, I guess."

Robin hugs the copy of Watership Down to her chest. Quietly she says, "What about Fiver?"

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Keats chuckled. "I figured ye'd like that one. Probably more fitting than Bigwig."

He stood and the rabbit continued to look up at him. "What do you think, Fiver?"

Rabbits, as they didn't speak English or Irish, as far as Keats knew, didn't respond.

"What did ye think of the book?"

Fiver was a very good name, in his opinion.

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Robin laughed again, a little louder. "No, not Bigwig. Though I admired his....gusto."

She watched Keats speak to the rabbit, tilting her head with an amused smile.

Still glancing at the possible Fiver, she says, "I loved it. Cute is....a good word for it, but it's so much more. I admired the whole society: the way they always worked together, how they even brought in and unified others. And, they continually went on about how timid and cowardly and afraid they were, but they did such brave things." Her smile broadened "And the society they created. It was...beautiful."

She whispered to the rabbit, "Are you Hrairoo?"

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The bunny let out a little sneeze. Keats laughed. He perched on his windowledge and opened it again to smoke.

Possible Fiver looked at him disapprovingly.

"Ey!" he wagged a finger before lighting up.

"I liked the world, it was very defined, yet very unlike other writers. Closest thing is too heavy, I'm not a fan of Tolken and the like."

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Robin hid a giggle behind her hand. "Possible Fiver has strong convictions about our habits?"

She blushed,"Sorry...I didn't mean...I don't mind if you smoke...I..." Robin cleared her throat and nodded. "Yes, The world was well-defined, but very down to earth, very...real." She looked puzzled. "Who is Tolkien? Did he write about rabbits as well?"

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Keats laughed out a cloud of smoke. "No, no, lass he wrote about wizards and hobbits and wot not. He spent seven to ten pages getting over hills and not doing much else."

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Robin stared blankly. "He wrote....fairy tales? And what are....hobbits?" She tilts her head the other direction, "Getting over hills? Is that a special writer's term?"

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"Check him out. Lord of the Rings, but it's not one of my personal favorites." Keats said by way of explanation. He leaned back against the window and didn't care much about Possible Fiver's indignation.

"No, quite literally he would go on for pages about grassy hills."

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"Lord...of the Rings?" Robin shifted her eyes around. "As in...circles...or...literal rings? Hmm."

Robin slipped her hand down and wiggled her fingers, trying to attract what she had decided was Fiver-to-be.

"I'll bet someone could paint beautiful portraits based on his work then."

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Keats made a face and shrugged. "If you have the patience fer it, I suppose."

He watched the rabbit hop to Robin. Getting Potential Fiver was a good idea.

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Robin made a happy noise as she pulled the rabbit onto her lap. "Oh, I generally haven't much patience, except for books. There, my stubbornness to know wins out over my impatience."

She lightly scratched Could Be Fiver on the head. "He's so soft." Robin looked up at Keats. "I've never had a pet before."

Robin was beginning to think Keats was less cracked than she originally thought.

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"Ye never had a pet?" Keats frowned at that. He thought everyone at least carted a kitten home once in their lives. "Well, better late than never. Animals are good companions and rarely talk back."

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Robin shakes her head. "No, never. But I had an...unusual childhood." She smiles and the bunny buries his face in her skirt. "He's delightful! But part of me wishes he would talk back." She holds Maybe Fiver up and looks into his eyes. "Everyone one has an interesting story to tell."

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"He would probably say that he wished to be called Fiver-Rah. And that he wants carrots."

Keats couldn't help but snicker at her playing with the rabbit. "Did you get around to the other books I suggested?"

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Robin laughed. She felt a bit surprised to find herself doing that quite a bit lately.

She addressed the rabbit with a glance at Keats, "Well, OnYourWayToBeingFiver-Rah, let me get you a carrot. Or perhaps some lettuce. We have a bit that's going brown." She carried the rabbit into the kitchen area.

"The other books? I got around to one of them: The Phantom Tollbooth? I liked that one as well. It was an interesting way to teach, without being didactic."

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Keats silently thanked the powers that be that he had an actual job. Lady Black Pearl was not exactly his biggest fan.

"I spent a great deal of time with that book for a paper." he mused with one leg propped up on the window and the other foot touching their scratched up floor.

"I still enjoyed Watership better. There was... well, despite all the death the story was rather uplifting."

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Robin wonders where Pearl or Black Pearl is.

She gives Keats a curious look. "Really?" She thinks Keats really likes that window and wonders why. It could not be he was looking for something, as he was being far too obvious for that.

She nods. "Yes, I agree. And, honestly, I think it's nice a book can have that kind of...reassuring tone when including death. It's a more realistic optimism, in my opinion."

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"I agree." Keats responded. "The thing about Hazel and Fiver is that they never let each other go, even at the very end, Hazel-rah returned to them."

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Robin nods, thinking of her former coworkers, particularly Amon. "Their loyalty was rewarded. Fiver lived, even when he was trapped in the Honeycomb with the enemy rabbits. Hazel came back from the farm...twice. They went through so much misery, but it worked out in the end." She smiles with a distant look in her eyes.

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"No good prize is unworthy of fight." Keats said, though if he was quoting or not, he didn't elaborate.

[illuminedcraft.livejournal.com]

Robin startles and looks up at Keats. "What?" She blinks and nods slowly. "You're right."

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"Just an observation." Keats explained. "Oh, I've located employment." He also added.

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"Oh?" Robin replied. She knits her brows slightly, curious. "What did you find?"

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"Just investigations for some wealthy gentleman in town." He shrugged. There wasn't a need to get more in depth than that.

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Robin perked up instantly, almost jumping forward and startling Could-be-Fiver. "Investigations?"

She hesitated momentarily. "May I help? You do know I have a background in investigative work. Well, more tracking and...well, but I could be of service."

She bowed slightly in an unconcious and automatic way. "Please?"

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"It may be a little dangerous." Keats responded. He'd only had a meeting the day before. He hoped she didn't give him that puppy eyed look that girls her age had all mastered.

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Robin drew herself up solemnly but humbly. "I acheived an S-class ranking as a witch hunter before leaving my last employ. I've face possible death dozens of times and taken down foes over twice my age. I don't enjoy fighting, but I don't fold under crisis."

Robin paused, then continued in a lighter tone. "Besides, I feel listless lately. Some work like this would get me out of the more nebulous places in my head." She softened her expression into a pleading, puppy eyed look. "Please, Keats, let me help."

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Damn the puppy eyes. Keats sighed and relented halfway "I will think about it."

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Robin bubbled up with glee inside. A smile spread over her face and she almost hopped for joy, but restrained herself at the last moment, realizing that would be a less than convincing demonstration of her maturity.

"All right then."