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[so it looks like today is Robin's equivalent of "spring cleaning" day at the hideout. he's mostly getting his shit in order, tying up some loose ends, trashing the old stuff that no one wants anymore, aaaand... dealing with some business.]

[Euri]

[he hasn't spoken to her in a looooong time... but today he decided to change that.]

Hey. You really still hiding out in the woods?

Come on, come back. You must be bored to tears out there.

[Murdertastic Filter]

So, hey. Can't help but notice there's been an awful lot of murdering going on.

Think you guys could maybe not attract the attention of the whole fucking city?

[Public]

[with that finally out of the way and him waiting for responses (if they come at all), he's decided to just hang around on one of the couches and distractedly hum something that sounds a little like the Wren Song. there's a distant tapping that might be his foot on a wall.

but eventually he stops that, too. his attention span isn't all that great on a normal day, but today it's even worse. he'll start talking to no one in particular (which means the journal).]

You know what I miss? Fight rings. And not that publicly broadcasted shit they clean up for TV and radio, no--I'm talking real, messy, Underground fights. Those were the best fucking nights. Always a party.

[tap tap tap tap.]

I wonder if they've got anything like that hiding around here... Some corner of the slums, maybe.

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And of course, if I hear anything, you will know. Fights would spruce this place up.

You bet. Might even get a couple of these guys to stop causing trouble.

[...Tabby.]

Ha, yeah. I keep expecting some law enforcement to come through at any moment.

Sure makes it feel like home, I'll give them that.

Lucky. I don't mind the change of pace or atmosphere, though. [ She lightens up the gravity enough to cause their bodies to float up and off of the couches. She turns herself in the air and brings the gravity back to normal, and back onto their seats they go. ] Is home for you always chaos and fights?

[whoa. whoa. whooooa hey there. that's something he may never get used to; his touching back down on the couch includes him grabbing the back to make sure he stays there.]

--For me? Uh. [oh, right. conversation.] The Underground is. Skeleton City's got a pretty notorious one.

[ Robin's lucky she did it gradually and the change of gravity was rather minimal. The guys she's been catching for bounty? Yeah, those fuckers just a) fly up into the air and crash into the above balcony or awning, or b) crash to the ground and lose some teeth. ]

That crazy, huh? Anything absurd you've even seen down there?

[he is forever thankful. truly.]

We talking good absurd or bad absurd?

[ she debates it for a moment... ]

Both.

[he's got to think on that for a moment himself. he's been around so long that... only very, very little things are absurd to him.]

I think "good" absurd is probably either the guy down the street who sold meat buns and booze, or the giant robot we were hiding in our cellar.

"Bad" absurd were the cults. Or anything below Level 25.

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Were this guy's meat buns good?

How crazy are the cults?

Yes. Absurdly good.

[a nod of matter-of-factness.]

And the cults were a pretty varied bunch. Illegal use of magic, desecrating sacred ground, ritual sacrifices, trapping souls, attempting to raise the dead...

[ Oh snap, a nod after such a compliments means they were awesome. ]

Oh, the usual crazy nonsense they do. They sound like supernatural KKK.

[it's true. it's science.]

...and what are those guys' deal? [what a weird name :|]

Ah, the Ku Klux Klan. They are all about white supremacy, Christianity is the best thing since sliced bread, and everyone who does not fit their ideals gets lynched. They are a lot of fun to have around in my time, even though they are not as active as they were in the old days. They also wear white clothes, robes, and pointed hoods that cover everything but their eyes to really be attention whores.

[that does not exactly clear it up in any contextual sense, but that is quite the mental image.]

Sound more like the Priesthood, actually. Bunch of pricks.