Mun needs a refresher~

[thetruehistorian]

[It's cold out, but the blaze roaring in the firepit of this cozy tavern more than compensates. This particular tavern is furnished with plump couches and coffee tables on the second floor balcony; a bar, a few dining tables, and an open space for dancing in front of a small stage (generically set for any band they might convince to play) on the ground floor. Robin's curled up in the corner of one of the couches, watching the people down below. She's midway through her first tankard- still- and while she may or may not have arrived with company, she is currently alone. Feel free to chat her up, get in a barfight downstairs, get smashed on cheap booze and hot wings, whatever! Open world, open log, go crazy!]

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[fierybluebird]

Right, understood. [Checks around with a bit more scaled and taloned foot. No sense getting spikes to his actual foot.]

Still doesn't mean he's not rushing towards a trap for us either, eh.

[thetruehistorian]

[Robin pokes him in the side.]

You don't want to turn back, do you?

[fierybluebird]

Oh, certainly not. I'm enjoying this. But don't let my near lack of pain receptors fool you, I can be a bit of a masochist.

[Offers her an elbow to take so that if a trap door or something else happens again, at least they'll be prepared.]

[thetruehistorian]

[Takes his elbow with a smile.]

I'll keep your preference in mind.

[Meanwhile, the light ahead seems to have stopped moving.]

[fierybluebird]

[Grins right back at the return quip and decides to keep quiet so they can sneak up on their would be foe better. At this point Marco expects it could be anything. Even a kangaroo carrying a lantern wouldn't surprise him.]

Looks like we're at the end the trail. [Whispering for obvious reasons.]

[thetruehistorian]

[And indeed they are. The tunnel just ends. With a faint blue light that comes from nowhere, casts no shadows, and makes no form whatsoever.]

That's. Odd.

[Robin steps into the light's main circle of illumination.

And disappears.]

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[fierybluebird]

ROBIN!

[fierybluebird]

[Well, nothing for it then. Marco jumps into the same area trying to follow her down. Reckless? Yeah well, his crew sort of has a thing about that.]

[thetruehistorian]

[Turns out, she's not gone at all. She's right there, where Marco would have seen her standing right after she stepped in. She turns just in time to see him jump at her, but only has time to get her arms up before he crashes into her.

They go down in a heap, the combination of his momentum and Robin grabbing onto his shirt as she fell making a good recipe for a nice tangle.

In the air above them, obviously the source of the light they'd been chasing, a bearded man in a torn poncho watches curiously.]

[fierybluebird]

Sorry...

[Attempts to unscramble while looking up at the man above.] Somehow I wasn't expecting an optical illusion.

Hello Mister. [Yup, chases a random guy through catacombs and expects an explanation from him. Marco is Whitebeard's son, he'll do what he wants.] What are you doing here?

[Back to Robin, he offers her a hand up and tries not to fuss too much despite his usual mothering instincts.] You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?