[ Curiosity and hope draws some people to the newly visible city. So it sounds, and Robby thinks boredom could be it too, an itch for travel. Robby himself, he didn't have the call of adventure in him, or so great desire to possibly help the Patrons as was on some minds; he'd done that once before, this sounded like such a long trek, and he had a nice home and work to do in town.
His only reason for going is: Mob. Will Mob have plenty of people around him to keep him safe? Yes. Does the idea of staying back while Mob's out there sit well with Robby with the fact in mind? Fuck no. Which is why Robby's gone the extra mile, which is a whole lot of them that took around four-to-five days to get to the deserted city. Its occupants were the vermin that continued to make their home there, the beasts that wandered in and out much the same as they were now doing so; its more common residence were the plant life taking over, colour in an otherwise fading chapter of somewhere people once called home.
(Just like the other place, but the people there didn't belong there. You got them killed. You made the wrong call.)
Now, it had them present, visitors from Trench. With no map nor particular direction to go in, it meant searching the many roads and paths and the buildings they gave access to, or could. Robby stuck close to Mob, or to have it vice versa: If you feel something's off, tell me. We'll check out the buildings and see what we can find out.
(Like you can help him? You can't even help yourself. You're trying to pretend you're not worthless. You're going to get him killed next.)
Maybe Mob's powers worked like that, maybe they didn't; but they'll use whatever they have in their arsenal, Robby's omen out stalking the streets with them, his gauntlets rolled out from their bracelet setting and covering over his knuckles. They had to look out for mushrooms too, some of the same ones known to heal the Pthumerians spotted. Some have been spotted on trees, and those will be useful to find.
(And the last time you went looking, you were useless--you just got in the way, you were useless. You're nothing better than fodder.)
Robby stops by a new door, about to test its handle, while fighting a war between the Reckoning necklace given to him by Mister LaRusso before he left--one that bestowed bravery and compassion, gave strength to the wearer--and the deprecation of the city. A growing urge to give up, the question of what he was even doing growing louder, the draw of his brow knotting tighter and tighter. ]
new city (mob+robby/cw: ghostly voices bullying trauma :( )
His only reason for going is: Mob. Will Mob have plenty of people around him to keep him safe? Yes. Does the idea of staying back while Mob's out there sit well with Robby with the fact in mind? Fuck no. Which is why Robby's gone the extra mile, which is a whole lot of them that took around four-to-five days to get to the deserted city. Its occupants were the vermin that continued to make their home there, the beasts that wandered in and out much the same as they were now doing so; its more common residence were the plant life taking over, colour in an otherwise fading chapter of somewhere people once called home.
(Just like the other place, but the people there didn't belong there. You got them killed. You made the wrong call.)
Now, it had them present, visitors from Trench. With no map nor particular direction to go in, it meant searching the many roads and paths and the buildings they gave access to, or could. Robby stuck close to Mob, or to have it vice versa: If you feel something's off, tell me. We'll check out the buildings and see what we can find out.
(Like you can help him? You can't even help yourself. You're trying to pretend you're not worthless. You're going to get him killed next.)
Maybe Mob's powers worked like that, maybe they didn't; but they'll use whatever they have in their arsenal, Robby's omen out stalking the streets with them, his gauntlets rolled out from their bracelet setting and covering over his knuckles. They had to look out for mushrooms too, some of the same ones known to heal the Pthumerians spotted. Some have been spotted on trees, and those will be useful to find.
(And the last time you went looking, you were useless--you just got in the way, you were useless. You're nothing better than fodder.)
Robby stops by a new door, about to test its handle, while fighting a war between the Reckoning necklace given to him by Mister LaRusso before he left--one that bestowed bravery and compassion, gave strength to the wearer--and the deprecation of the city. A growing urge to give up, the question of what he was even doing growing louder, the draw of his brow knotting tighter and tighter. ]