angryfistofgod | Mun needs a refresher~

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Mun needs a refresher~

[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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[Is this the infamous "blue one" Vivi was recently warned against in Luceti?]

Indeed. [A warm smile] I hope time has been kind to you.

[Nope! That's Romulan Ale from Star Trek. Marco likes it because well, it's blue, and he regenerates. But it's not something to drink casually.]

Aye, likewise, though I'd say from the look of things, it certainly has.

[Ah! Should have known that one.]

[Robin chuckles softly, and leans toward Marco.]

Question is, are you the type to sit back and enjoy the view? Or do you require something a little more thrilling to get your heart racing?

[Oh and speaking of heart racing, there goes Marco's just a little. Doki doki.]

[There's a small sparkle to his eyes, clearly amused, and he leans in a little in return.] Oh, I'm prone to a little bit of thrill-seeking now and again. Though that depends on what you had in mind.

[You asked an archaeologist what gives her a thrill?]

[Robin shifts so she's kneeling on the couch next to him and leans over to whisper in his ear.]

I've heard there's a graveyard nearby. Rumor has it, the place is haunted. I think it warrants... [and she runs the tip of her finger down his jaw] investigation.

[Fortunately(?) this is a New Worlder talking here, so rather than get deflated on how that was so not along the same lines of thoughts Marco had, he just winds up leaning into the finger in spite of himself and nodding along.]

So ghosts and things you think? [Only Marco would still take that as a sign of flirting.]

Hardly. But it's certainly mysterious. Maybe we'll find a serial killer.

[She should not be saying this with that sparkle in her eyes, but she is.]

Would you like to go?

[Omg YAY a serial killer!]

Absolutely. [Kisses the top her hand because he's devious.] After all, far be it from me to let a lady who could probably still kick my ass go into danger un-escorted. Then I couldn't pretend to be chivalrous and rescue you when you don't need it.

[Ah yes, his deadpan sense of humor. It's not as charming as he thinks, but whatever.] Do you have any clues yet or are we going in half blind?

[Robin lets her hand linger in his grasp longer than necessary before rising to her feet beside him.]

We'll be rushing in half blind. That way, we won't take anything for granted.

[Also, she really doesn't believe the place is haunted. Or that there's a serial killer. But the folklore...]

[Joins her quickly and keeps on grinning.] One of these days I'll learn not to follow the rash younger generation. Not today however, lead on my fair maiden, mysteries await our arrival.

[The deadpan never stops.]

[A raised eyebrow at that. Come on, Marco. She's not that much younger than you.]

If I'm not mistaken, it'll be to the north of town.

[And she leads him there. The cemetery has a strange entrance, behind it, a massive crypt.

Robin hangs back a moment before passing through the massive gate.]

I've never seen architecture like this before...

[Oh Robin you're so cute. Marco will just... avoid disillusioning that. Okay.]

Likewise. [Helps her in and scrambles around, holding up some blue flames for light.] Though I'm not sure it's "spooky" as far as most cemeteries go, eh?

If spirits exist, I'd imagine they could live anywhere they choose.

[Aaaah, those flames are nice and warm. And they cast a kind of strange light, being blue and all.]

There's usually writing to mark places of the dead as sacred. We'll want to look for a plaque, or a section of wall that's more prominent than the others...

[Robin looks about for a second, then points and heads toward a giant mosaic.]

[Follows along and examines some of the walls as they go, looking for etchings or at the very least names.]

You've clearly done this before.

Welcome to the world of archaeology. [Marco gets another warm smile, then Robin turns her attention back to the mosaic. Which happens to be made of bones. Robin frowns for a moment, inspecting one of the skulls up close.]

This one's been stripped and boiled. Recently.

[Oh. Okay. Did he say this place wasn't creepy? Now it is.]

What would be the point of that... besides to add to this ah... artwork? [=\]

[A casual shrug.]

Or to hide a body.

[She leans in close, looking for marking of some sort, then moves to the next skull, running her fingers around the edges where it meets the wall.

And then the floor drops away.]

In that case the murder is probably the one who started the haunted rumor--

[And before Marco could expel the rest of this Scooby-Doo plot episode, there goes the floor, oops! Marco switches his arms into wings and grabs Nico Robin's waist just in case.] Sorry 'bout that.

[It's not the first time a guy has grabbed her with his legs. We'll conveniently not mention what happened to him later. Just please don't fart.]

Oof! [Snaking her arms around his leg. For a more secure hold, obviously.] There are worse things that could happen than for a woman to find herself wrapped up between your legs.

[Is she smirking? It's hard to tell.]

[He won't fart, but he will be trying to deal with a bright red blush. Like seriously, oh gosh he can't...]

Aha... Can you give me a hand and see down there? I'll see what I can do to lower some flames but I'd rather not fly straight into a death trap, eh?

[See? Totally cool and deadpan, except that he's still bright red like a tomato.]

[Robin tries, but it's too dark. And what with the collapsed floor kicking up dust, it's pretty impossible to make anything out with definition.]

It seems we'll have to chance it, sight unseen.

[And pardon her while she wiggles around a little bit. She'd much rather have her arms around his waist as they drop into the unknown. Even if it takes a bit of tricky maneuvering to get there.]

Here, let me set you down somewhere and switch fully to phoenix, eh? That way we can both fight if we need to.

[Flaps the wings and looks around for the exit, and barring that, some kind of ledge. Ledge at least he finds.]

Here, grab onto that, and then you can climb on.

[Robin grabs the ledge, then turns and carefully sits on his back once he's fully transformed. She tucks her feet underneath her and steadies herself with her hands on either side of his neck. She gives him a little pet, now that he's feathered, just enjoying the rejuvenating warmth his phoenix form provides.]

[Shivers a little at the pet with a happy chirp, and makes sure she's all settled before descending downwards, trying to flare brightly enough to see what the hell he's doing, even if the blue flames cast a bizarre blue glow.]

[There's a lot of debris settling below them, the architecture becoming less constructed and more hewn. At the bottom, there's a half filled tunnel cut into the bedrock. It doesn't look like anyone's been there in ages, but it's hard to tell with the settling dust covering everything.]

What do you think, Marco?

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