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[cannoneer]

[This was not how he was supposed to celebrate the world not getting destroyed. They were going to have waffles. He had his chef's hat and everything. No. Instead of that, he found himself sitting in the middle of some treehouse near a lake. Well, that didn't last long. After ripping off the stupid pants places on him, he hopped to the ground. With his scanners and computer systems, he started doing a sweep of the place. All the life signs were coming from the east. Time to get walking. While he does, he'll take a look at this book he found with his name on it. His real name.

Hours later? There's a Cyborg in town. He doesn't look too impressed and every now and then he'll lift up his left arm and start messing with a built in touch screen computer. All the while complaining about a severe pain in his back. The Malnosso may have been nice enough to leave the armor covering for his chest, but that means his wings are pressed tightly under the covering. He's going to need to... loosen that up a bit. Maybe he can use the smithy and not get noticed. It's worth a shot.

After getting that sorted out, he's going to be exploring the town. The shops, mostly. In the general store he's going to try and find his titans communicator. He heads into the clothing stores, takes one look, and leaves. He might stick around at the restaurants. You know. Recharge his human fuel. That evening? He'll be taking a trip to the barrier south of the village. Time to see how it stands up to a fully powered sonic cannon. When it doesn't, he sticks around out there. Staring at the sky. And deciding to talk to the journals finally.]

So looks like I'm stuck here after all. The name's Cyborg, from the Teen Titans. I'm not sure if anyone's heard of me. I heard there's all kinds of other worlds here. So what exactly do ya'll do around here for fun? You know, when we ain't trying to find a way out.

[He sets the journal side to check up on a diagnostic on his arm. He addresses it out loud, forgetting he left it recording.]

Didn't think so. Doesn't match any of the star charts.

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[touchofrogue]

[Yeah, you did touch her Mp3 player, man.]

So... on a scale of one ta ten, how freaked out are you?

[She says, to determine whether or not she should bring up the past him.]

[cannoneer]

Well the wings are freaky.

[Not that she can see them. The casing he wears on his torso is currently hiding them. Fairly painfully, actually.]

But being beamed up to some random place like this? This kind of thing happens all the time.

[touchofrogue]

So we're lookin' at about a four?

[cannoneer]

After the day I just had? I'm calling it a three.

[touchofrogue]

[Oh, machismo. How she's missed you. 8|

Anyway, Rogue still thinks a four is a better measurement, but he can probably take up to a five okay.]

Good, then you can afford ta let it get a little weirder. The name's Rogue. [She nods towards him.] You're Cyborg.

[cannoneer]

So you already know me. Guess that saves on the introductions. [... yeah. Being a superhero? People already knowing you kind of already comes with the gig.] Rogue. That some kind of superhero name, then?

[touchofrogue]

[She waved a gloved hand dismissively.]

Depends who ya ask.

[...bah. She doesn't want to do this, but she owes it to Beast Boy... hell.]

[cannoneer]

I'm asking you.

[touchofrogue]

[Heh.]

Then no. It's just who I am.

[cannoneer]

Well, I can dig it. [Cheery. He turns to look back at the exit.] But I guess the next step is seeing what my cannons can do to the barrier.

[touchofrogue]

You wanna try, you can go ahead.

[She shrugged and started heading over to her "desk."]

Ya run into anyone from your world yet?

[Namely Robin?]

[cannoneer]

[Head shake.]

So far it looks like it's just me.

[touchofrogue]

That... wasn't always the case. Beast Boy was here a while back. Last I heard, Robin was still around, but... haven't seen him in weeks - not that that's too unusual.

[Not only do they not get along, but your boy is a paranoid nut. 8|]

[cannoneer]

So Rob's here? If he ain't already spotted me, then something must be up.

[touchofrogue]

He was.

[The last time she knew, anyway.]

Ya read the Guide thing?

[Does the guide thing even SAY anything about the missions? She hasn't read it in ages. She'll have to double check. New Feather season, bah.]

[cannoneer]

Everything I wanted to know about Luceti but hadn't thought to ask yet. Yeah, I gave it a look. So there's four things that could explain him being gone. One, he's already back home. Two, he's kidnapped and being held somewhere supposedly I can't get to. Three, he's off on a mission working for the guys who put us here. Or four, he's dead and ain't made it back yet.

[Yeah, not even considering four. As an afterthought:]

Or five, he's gone all Batman on us and is back to sleeping during the day.

[touchofrogue]

[That? That was a laugh at the Batman crack. A short one, but a definite laugh, good job Cyborg.]

Don't think he's dead. He wasn't on the last draft an' didn't make a peep through all the mess here back at the village. He's probably on a mission.

[Or mallynapped. Or back home. But... yeah, focus on the positive.]

He's signed up for them before.

[...in order to try and escape. And the last time he came back with his hair slicked back and minding his Ps and Qs. It was horrifying.]

[cannoneer]

[He made the hot item shop girl laugh. Awesome.]

Mission, huh? I read about those. Isn't that kind of reckless?

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue shrugged.]

It passes the time.

[And people need help.

And it's a better way to get intel than being stuck in this box.]

[cannoneer]

Right. So you guys get bored enough to go risk your life for the jerks who put us here.

[touchofrogue]

[Okay, she'll drop a clue on your head.

She shrugs.]

It gets us outta the bubble.

[cannoneer]

[... well. That's a good clue.]

So. Chances are he's already broke loose.

[touchofrogue]

Chances are maybe he tried.

[She shrugged again and then decided to be even more upfront.]

He an' I ain't on the best of terms.

[cannoneer]

You didn't try and rob any banks, did ya?

[Robin's a good kid. And a great friend. But he can be cold. Especially without his friends to back him up.]

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[touchofrogue]

[She snapped gloved fingers.]

Darn, ya saw right through me.