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[heresyandlace]

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

[the lack of people is more of a relief than anything. it could have been dead bodies. he'd know if they were all hiding; he assumes that whatever Tek has done so far has caused them to scatter.

and he's even more relieved when he finally sees him. he doesn't know what he's doing, but he slips easily into pretending he does. it's a familiar feeling, and it gnaws anxiously at the back of his head. eyes up, face tipped down, a sly smile matched by a friendly little wave.

he does not stop walking. his course is charted to intercept.]

What was that all about?

[heresyandlace]

[the dragon hardly glances in his direction, and he doesn't slow. just an easy, constant pace toward the park, with his aura trailing as an invisible, unstable wake behind him.]

You tell me. What did it look like?

[cold and light. it's probably a bad sign.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[Robin is long past "bad signs". he feels like every second he's not being struck down is a tiny miracle... while exciting, it makes the situation harder to think through. he walks until he can fall into a pace next to him, folding his gloved hands politely behind his back.]

It looked like you and the good doctor were having the argument of the century.

[heresyandlace]

It wasn't an argument.

[there was no debate. there was no back-and-forth. it was something final--a statement that he is apparently surrendering to with no small amount of monstrous rage.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I don't have the context.

[he says this very plainly, almost pointedly, as they walk. he doesn't want Tek to think that he's playing some game with this one. there's a whole portrait of a problem here, and he can only see a tiny corner of the picture.]

I tried to ask her what the problem was, but all she mentioned was a war that she saw? Something to do with that Calibration stuff?

[heresyandlace]

[as a testament to just how volatile the whole thing is, a glimpse of all the things that must be going through his head right then, just the suggestion of what happened is enough for something to catch and ignite.

his mask breaks right apart. who is there to care about his face anymore, anyway? it's just him, another monster, and the audience-- and he hopes they're watching now.

his face splits into a hideous, wet snarl in an instant; his pretty skin wrinkles up around his nose and eyes. gaze still stabbing straight forward at nothing, he doesn't slow, but he's hissing just to let the tension boil over without snapping.]

--They just let her right in.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[physically, he stays poised and walking with his hands behind his back. mentally, he keeps attentive, recalculating now that he can clearly see the damage that this situation has done. but despite his best efforts, a shiver runs down his spine and his spirit recoils.

he would have thought this exciting, once, all this obvious danger. when did that change?]

They did. [his smirk is gone, at least.] They did it to me, too. We're dealing with something wicked and powerful.