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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:O Oh snap, I'd forgotten that.

[fierybluebird]

[Grabs her around the waist again, this time with a free arm, not his legs.]

Guess we'll have to be light as a feather, eh?

The things we learn.

[thetruehistorian]

[Robin giggles a little. The dark, the danger, the mystery, the company- it's all so exciting! She wouldn't be a Strawhat if adrenalin weren't her favorite drug. She brings her arms up around his waist to steady herself, the glow of his flame making her eyes unnaturally bright.]

You've caught me twice already. It's my turn, now.

[There's a little movement of debris, then innumerable hands burst out of the ground, picking them up until a giant elbow appears and allows the giant hand-made-of-hands to turn and set them near what's left of the entrance to the tunnel.]

ikr? Still all good things

[fierybluebird]

Ah, but it's been my pleasure--

[Whatever he was going to say is cut off by that as he clamps his mouth shut to avoid giving away how startled he is.]

[It's a quiet whisper when he does speak up again.] Nice trick. Is this the part where I thank you dramatically?

[Just say no or he'll probably be all Sanji about it.]

[thetruehistorian]

[Robin shrugs, smiling, and turns to the opening. She sets her hand on the top and stoops down to look inside.]

[fierybluebird]

[He kisses her cheek briefly and this time takes the lead down the corridor, trying to be quick enough to follow the ever fading bobbing light ahead, but still careful given the constant state of falling apart the floor seems oh-so inclined towards.]

Luckily there doesn't seem to be any traps or anything. They probably weren't expecting company.

[thetruehistorian]

[Robin is very content to follow just behind. She loves adventure, but not necessarily charging head-first into the action.

The tunnel curves slightly to the right, almost as if it were part of a large circle. The walls are rough hewn stone, just chiseled into the bedrock, with large niches carved every few feet. It's unclear what might be in the niches with such limited light, but every so often they can see a scrap of once-white rag hanging from the side.]

I think the makers of this tunnel did expect visitors, and felt inclined to welcome them. It is said the dead love company.

[fierybluebird]

You think so? [Color him surprised.] I think if I'm dead I'll enjoy the solitude.

Then again I say this while making sure Ace and Pops' memorial has a steady stream of visitors...

[He tries not to get too distracted by the wall carvings, though he silently suspects that much like the memorial for his family, it was more the act of the makers' feelings for the lost.] I was more worried about our looter or spook ahead setting traps.

[thetruehistorian]

[A frown at that. Robin considers the possibility for a moment, then shakes her head.]

It's moving too quickly. If there are traps, the looter would need to avoid them too. Or pause to set them.

[Her smile returns]

Still, better cautious than dead in a pit of spikes, right?

[She doesn't need to tell Marco to keep a sharp eye for anything suspicious, does she?]

[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.]

1/2

[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?