[Mingler] The Death of Agrippina: Casting Results

[cyranosavignien]

It took Cyrano a few weeks to finish up his play, to make up his mind on the casting. The results of the readings are finally posted one morning on the Mansion's billboard, in his clean, cold, intellectual yet flamboyant penmanship.

The Death of Agrippina
A tragedy in 5 acts
CAST:
TIBERIUS, emperor of Rome. - Locke Lamora
SEJANUS, Tiberius' favorite

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[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka is looking up at the casting results notice and is delighted and a little scared to find he has been cast for the part of Terentius. And now he is going to have to work hard. A smile spreads across his face.

{{He is open to talking to anybody. And he does want to congratulate Titus on bagging the part of Sejanus.}}

[rob_fellows]

Not too far, a young man who probably reads as non-human, and not a shinigami either, is balancing, looking at the add, and chuckling.

"Heh, no priest this time," Robin says to himself, though it's probably a way to start conversation. "Guess he's trying something new."

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka turns his head, looking curiously at this young man. "Does Monsieur de Bergerac usually put priests in his plays?" he asks.

Not human, and not dead, either. An elemental spirit, maybe?

[rob_fellows]

"Well, I don't know about usually, but he did last time," Robin replies, chuckling. And look at his face, Hisoka, doesn't he look priestly?

Mitotic bastard is the acknowledged canon identification, though it's fairly unhelpful. A puck is what Robin calls himself. Some would say 'goblin', but he would take it poorly, we expect.

When they first met, he was identified as a human-looking yokai by Tsuzuki, if it helps.

[in_summer_leaf]

"You played the priest?" says Hisoka, with a smile.

That must have been an interesting play.

And Hisoka's grandsmother might have started muttering about fox spirits. A youkai? Or one of the Faery Folk, out of some ancient Western ballad or tale?

[rob_fellows]

Definitely the latter, though he's wearing modern dress, and his drawl is something straight out of Brooklyn, go figure.

"Last minute beg," Robin replies. "Apparently, no-one was signing up for the honor. I'll admit it amused me."

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka may have temporarily forgotten he's read Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. Or perhaps he's merely thrown by the Brooklyn accent, which he finds intriguing.

"I'll bet it did. And what was your interpretation of the priest? Was he a very holy man?" asks Hisoka.

[rob_fellows]

He's welcome to bring it up - Robin has plenty of things to say about good ol'Bill and what he calls 'ridiculous antique fashion trends'.

"Slightly ditzy, with his heart in the right place," he replies. "The nun was played by a good friend - we made a good time of it."

He winks - though any teasing between him and Karla would have been absolutely innocent, we swear. (Back in the day, he was more about Molly Seagrim, really. Hm.)

[in_summer_leaf]

He will bring it up, then. XD

"The audience probably enjoyed it as well, then!" Hisoka speculates.

And Robin has a most charming wink. "Oh, by the way, I'm Hisoka Kurosaki. I think I've been here four months."

[rob_fellows]

Excellent!

Robin does like to be charming. He grins back, then offers a handshake.

"-- so you're Hisoka!" He grins a bit wider. "Was about time you showed up, Tsuzuki drove me insane bemoaning your absence, actually." Pining. Missing. Whatever.

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka reaches to give Robin a firm handshake, saying "Pleased to meet you!" He looks a little puzzled. "He talked about me? Oh, and I don't know your name..."

[rob_fellows]

"Robin Goodfellow," he replies after he's retrieved his hand. "Nice to meet you, Hisoka."

Well isn't that interesting. The puck is wondering whether he's meeting a rival or a friend, but playing it cool.

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka is wondering the same thing. He has taken an instant liking to Robin. And it makes it that much more complicated that his feelings for this Tsuzuki in this world are ambiguous, through that is no fault of Tsuzuki's, and relates to Hisoka's first experiences of traveling the universes. But what he is certain of (from bitter experience) is that there is nothing more disruptive than silence where there can be clarity. So he nods. "Tsuzuki mentioned you. I told him I wouldn't give him a hard time if he was involved with anybody, or was contemplating it."

[rob_fellows]

Robin's eyebrows shoot up. "-- well that's very generous of you," he replies, and his tone is straddling wry and dry ambiguously.

"Whatever's going on between you and Tsuzuki's none of my business - but thank you for the heads up, I guess."

He's quite polyamorous himself - and after having had to deal with Tsuzuki's pining both for Hisoka and Muraki, he's taken a strange stance: he'll help and protect the shinigami, true. He'll be his lover too.

But part of him is protected - the part that allows him to remember that he does have other potential lovers about, who want him too.

He's Robin. He's a slut. That will never change, regardless of his (earnest) loyalties.

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka says, quietly, "That isn't what I meant. I didn't mean to be condescendingly generous. He's not my property. And I won't say another word about it, since I appear to have stepped where I don't belong."

His thoughts bear a resemblance to Robin's, even if neither of them is able to make the comparison. He is remembering that others have wanted him in the past, and that whatever happens, somebody will want him in the future.

[rob_fellows]

Robin's eyebrows seem to have taken up permanent residence on his forehead.

"-- I'd have assumed that he'd be free to do as he pleases, is all." He frowns. "-- this is going downhill, isn't it."

Hmph. That's too bad, because until Tsuzuki came up, they were having a pleasant conversation. A breath, then.

"Let's start this over. Hi. I'm Robin Goodfellow. I've been keeping your spot warm in your absence."

He offers Hisoka a handshake. Whether he likes it or not, he's fairly aware that he's only been keeping a vigil for someone who was bound to show up. Tsuzuki had made that fairly clear, the day he brought it up, shortly after they'd had sex.

Still a sour point for Robin: way to bring down the mood.