[traveling to the new city wasn't really something mob thought much of until suddenly it was happening. how it happened? he's not entirely sure. maybe makima going, maybe it was the odd sense he got that there was something important in that direction that tugged at him. maybe it was even a little restlessness, because now that a routine was set up in his life it was harder to avoid thinking of a lot of things he didn't want to think about.
mostly? it just happened, the way a lot of things tended to in mob's life. moving with the flow usually worked out, even if it was to odd cities.
he's incredibly grateful robby decided to come too, spending the days traveling probably playing stupid car games that barely worked (eye spy is wild when you're in the trench.) practicing more too, telling robby about when he used the blasts of psychic power robby taught him successfully against ice zombies. it wasn't too bad.
the city itself is spooky, but honestly mob's seen spookier. the only thing that really throws him off is the first time he hears the voice, making him freeze in place, eyes sliding around looking for that familiar crow, a spider on the wall, moths by a light. no, it wasn't mogami's voice anyway. this was real, he's in the real world.
(he may hover closer to robby for a little bit as he makes absolutely sure of that fact. he's not alone here, so it's definitely real.)
after that the voice is unpleasant but doesn't particularly faze him. its words are stabbing (are you even human, can you even share anything with the people that matter when you can't even laugh with them, you'll hurt them too, you haven't changed, you haven't changed, you'll never change, you can't change this) but mob is something of an expert at repression. it may tick up a certain internal meter a little faster than usual but otherwise he ignores it.
until he catches the tail end of words he realizes aren't meant for him.
worthless rings through the air, fuzzy. for the first time mob really tries to concentrate on the voice, a faint frown as it continues to inform him how he failed to be even a person, drowning out to slowly hear more of what he did before. the last time - got in the way - you're no better than fodder.
about... robby?
he glances to robby suddenly, refocusing on the now, where he's standing at robby's side in this odd city. the small frown doesn't leave his face.]
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mostly? it just happened, the way a lot of things tended to in mob's life. moving with the flow usually worked out, even if it was to odd cities.
he's incredibly grateful robby decided to come too, spending the days traveling probably playing stupid car games that barely worked (eye spy is wild when you're in the trench.) practicing more too, telling robby about when he used the blasts of psychic power robby taught him successfully against ice zombies. it wasn't too bad.
the city itself is spooky, but honestly mob's seen spookier. the only thing that really throws him off is the first time he hears the voice, making him freeze in place, eyes sliding around looking for that familiar crow, a spider on the wall, moths by a light. no, it wasn't mogami's voice anyway. this was real, he's in the real world.
(he may hover closer to robby for a little bit as he makes absolutely sure of that fact. he's not alone here, so it's definitely real.)
after that the voice is unpleasant but doesn't particularly faze him. its words are stabbing (are you even human, can you even share anything with the people that matter when you can't even laugh with them, you'll hurt them too, you haven't changed, you haven't changed, you'll never change, you can't change this) but mob is something of an expert at repression. it may tick up a certain internal meter a little faster than usual but otherwise he ignores it.
until he catches the tail end of words he realizes aren't meant for him.
worthless rings through the air, fuzzy. for the first time mob really tries to concentrate on the voice, a faint frown as it continues to inform him how he failed to be even a person, drowning out to slowly hear more of what he did before. the last time - got in the way - you're no better than fodder.
about... robby?
he glances to robby suddenly, refocusing on the now, where he's standing at robby's side in this odd city. the small frown doesn't leave his face.]
That's not true. Don't say that about Robby.