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Well that was certainly something. She wasn't even sure how to react: should she clap? Sure, dance was a talent, but this song... Lord have mercy, another lunatic. She took a few steps back from Wes, not ready to have a repeat of previous events. A legendary Pokémon... She mouthed the words...

Robin hummed in response as she twirled one of her curls. Not the answer she wanted, but she supposed it was still getting to know each other by playing games together, right? "How about... you show us one of your best talents?"

She relented behind her mask. It was... a comforting thought, coming from anyone else - but from the one she was most scared of? She instinctively wanted to dismiss the sentiment, and yet... Maybe because it was Kora. Because it was someone so powerful. She let herself relax and reply...

The question gave her pause. Something she was proud of having made? To be honest... She looked down at herself, eyeing up her dress and smiling. It was the reason she still strove on despite the chaos of the new world she had ended up in. It wasn't just something she "made"; it was the woven...

Robin's blood ran cold. She was enjoying the conversations and the stories, and she had all but assured herself that since she had already gone, she wasn't in any further danger of being exposed or asked to do something really dangerous. Then the Quilava - Lyle, she think she had heard earlier...

Robin placed her hands to her mask-covered mouth as she looked in horror at what the Fearow was saying. Pokémon really were as terrifying as she thought! And not only that, but it seemed like even the bigger ones like this bird were helpless in the face of true might. Her gaze unconsciously...

"Aw..." Robin could help but vocalize, gently placing a hand on her shoulder and tilting her head, "It's okay. You'll have plenty more chances for that, I'm sure!" She took her hand off and placed it on her hip, "We'll give you a little taste of it here! I'll warn you though: I'm a sucker for a...

She relaxed. Now this was more of her style: calm, casual, not so unrelenting in expectations. This one question always lightened the mood, at least in her eyes, "What's one thing you always wanted to do, but never had a chance to?"

You don't know the half of it, buddy. She waved her arm and took a dramatic bow. It was time to seal the deal. "Was it coincidence...?" She defaulted to a phrase whenever she was asked to explain something she knew nothing about, "...Or was it fate? Only the stars know." She looked at Winona...

Robin looked on with forlorn empathy. She couldn't forgive them for being yet another Pokémon that put her in this position, yet she also couldn't help but relate to Kora in that moment. At the end of the day, absolute power or not, Kora did still mean well, at least. And... Kora put on the...

Fuck! Her eyes darted left and right beneath her mask. Out of everyone that could have possibly asked, it had to be the one that thinks of her as a god! This was just like that other world she got trapped in, only worse because the one asking was an actual deity, or close to it, at least! Robin...

Have you ever watched your own mirror plummeting to the ground while cheering all the way down? She couldn't help instincts as she crouched down, covering her already concealed face with eyes shut tight and mouth wincing in despair. No matter how much she averted her gaze, the image was burned...

On the outside, Robin seemed to be simply observing with light interest as she crossed her arms, occasionally nodding with intrigue. On the inside, she was flailing more than an inflatable at a dealership. Am I going to have to add 'daredevil' to the list of things people think I am now?! She...

"Y-yeah, I insist!" She said, nodding. The mask had proven its use once again in hiding her telling facial expressions beneath. "It will be, uh... good practice for you! L-like, you gotta figure out ways to really channel your powers when you don't have access to all of it at once!" She flexed...

That's disturbing. "That's wonderful!" I hate it. "I adore it!" And then it seemed as though others were gathering around them again. Of course. They'd see a young married couple, two girls talking about being gods, a shapeshifter that looked just like her- -Hold on. That's it. That's my ticket...

"No doubt we're both trying to avoid any unwanted attention, then. Wouldn't want either of us to attract anymore of our respective 'bugs'; I'm sure that we can both agree on that, right?" Robin clasped her hands together and raised a leg as mock cheerfulness came over her voice, "Why, that's...

She took a deep breath underneath her mask before she squinted and flinched at her own motion. She quickly realized doing that would only make the air flow up to her eyes and irritate her more. "Oh really now?" Placing a finger upon the lip of her mask in mock inquisitiveness, she said, "Surely...

Girl, I swear to God. Robin clenched her jaw as harshly as she could beneath her mask, trying to hold her tongue. Her lips twitched as her eyes widened in quieted dismay as she saw Odette pull out the two bottles. Are you trying to make my life harder?! I was going to make up a story about how...

She raised one with finger as she spoke, "With the right touch, anything can be given that power: a necklace, a bead, a mask, even a song. It is something that must be handmade, filled with love, and given to someone else - for if it not given its grace, it loses its magic." She then shook her...

"Pleasure to meet you Kora," she nodded. Ah, there it is. Alright Robin, just like you rehearsed. "I must wear it in order to protect myself and those around me. Were I to keep it removed, the consequences could be dire," she said in a practiced 'storyteller' voice. "And the art on it is a...