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[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.
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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Depends who ya ask.
[...bah. She doesn't want to do this, but she owes it to Beast Boy... hell.]
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Then no. It's just who I am.
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[She shrugged and started heading over to her "desk."]
Ya run into anyone from your world yet?
[Namely Robin?]
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So far it looks like it's just me.
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[Not only do they not get along, but your boy is a paranoid nut. 8|]
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[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.]
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[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.
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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.]
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Mission, huh? I read about those. Isn't that kind of reckless?
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It passes the time.
[And people need help.
And it's a better way to get intel than being stuck in this box.]
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She shrugs.]
It gets us outta the bubble.
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So. Chances are he's already broke loose.
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[She shrugged again and then decided to be even more upfront.]
He an' I ain't on the best of terms.
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[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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Darn, ya saw right through me.
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I don't take kindly ta bein' called a liar. An' he didn't feel like believin' what I had ta say. It just didn't get much better after that.
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Why'd he say that?
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She sighed a little.]
I told him like I told you - Beast Boy stayed with us for a bit. He demanded ta know what BB had said about Terra. About Slade. Wouldn't believe me when I said he hadn't said a blessed thing.
[Which... was the truth. BB hadn't spoken about them. It didn't mean Rogue hadn't picked up on the details when she touched BB, but Rogue was so used to keeping those things a secret, they were practically two different things in her mind.]
I ain't interested in tellin' tales out of school, 'bout how we don't get along.
[He is a stalker. A bossy, self-righteous, stalker. 8|]
But I figured you should know up front.
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So he doesn't remember all that, then. He ain't gonna like what I have to say.
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He's probably from a different time. BB never acted like a monster was out ta get him.
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BB only acts like that when he's been up too late watching scary movies or an actual monster is out to get him.
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