Momo tugged on the collar of the light blue sweater she was wearing as she followed her nurse to wherever these buses were, winding her hair up into its customary bun as she went. It was an odd feeling, knowing she was about to go outside of the institute's borders. Maybe the Head Doctor was about to make an error and the shinigami, as well as
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The clothing given was a much needed improvement from the smiley pieces of shit they wore day-to-day, but the fact that the clothes he wore now were a bit on the tight side left him nearly squirming. He was pissed, AND he was chaffing. Pissed was now an understatement.
He was wary more than ever, keeping a careful eye trained on an enemy every so often, just to make sure he didn't flip his script and go cruisin' to give a bruisin'. He wanted to see his teammates, see Rufus to make sure they were at the very least...still alive.
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Although she looked like she wanted to change her mind when Robin was given his clothes. Dungarees, she'd called them. And she'd given him a woolly red jumper to keep him warm and 'doc martins'. Heavy boots, but sturdy. They slowed him down a little, actually. It wouldn't be enough, of course, but it was a subtle start.
Robin wandered onto the bus. He was a little worried about the disappearing boy from last night, but he was learning to have faith. Spotting a familiar face, he sat down and smiled.
"Big bear, you don't look happy. Bad night?"
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Looking over at the man with a fairly subdued expression, he shrugged a little, "In a way. One of my..." He stopped, thinking of the right words to use to describe an old enemy, "...ally was taken last night. Me and my teammates went to get him, but just before I woke, a rat bit one of the girls with us, and another three headed straight for us. Don't know what happened to anyone, and haven't seen any of 'em yet. Just this crazy fucker..." he jerked his head toward Sephiroth, "who does belong in this mental asylum if anyone here does."
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"You'd be a terrible person if you didn't," he pointed out. "But faith is good." It wasn't always easy if you cared too much about people, but without faith, Robin would be dead already. Johnny was a godsend.
"What's the worst that could happen?" he said, with a wry smile. There was a LOT that could happen. But you had to try. "I'll take the day as it comes." He reached down and picked Barret's litter up, putting it in the strange netting on the seat in front.
"So. What is this room, anyway? What's with the wheels outside?"
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Cutting a sharp look over at the ignorant man, he slowly quirked a grin and shook his head with a chuckle, "You a trip, man..." he said more to himself than to Robin, "You really don't know what this is?" He nearly burst out with laughter, but withheld it, not wanting to completely humiliate the kid, "It's a bus. It's gonna take us to town. That's what the wheels are for. Shit man, where you from, some prehistoric era?"
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"I really don't know," he shrugged, unashamed. "A bus? How will it take us?" He stood up and looked t the front. Nothing pulling. To the back? Nothing pushing. No holes to the side for rowing or turning or any such thing. "I'm from... King Richard's England...? There's a book about me, you know? Not entirely accurate, but there's a 'movie' too, that sounds better."
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When he settled down, he ran his non-metal hand over his cornrows as he thought of the best way to describe a vehicles' mechanics, "It's a complex process. Has to do with gears, motors, wheels, fuel, and a bunch of other shit used to put it in motion. You best just enjoy the ride, and hope it's a smooth one." He chuckled, "What kind of book you in, Robin? I ain't never heard of no England before."
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"So it moves through a series of chain events located inside the structure itself? Impressive." Definitely something to look up and tell home about. "I think I shall enjoy it very much," he grinned, "bumpy or not."
Robin remembered the man talking about his planet, Gayer or something. Of course he wouldn't know England.
"Well...not a whole lot of people believe in me, I'm more folklore than fact according to them. But I brought justice to my people and it seems that was never forgotten! As for England...it's a marvelous country, a prime section of Europe and rather powerful too. Our King is a... fellow named Richard."
Barret bear already thought he was nuts, the animal talk could be saved for later.
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"So you're kind of a story book celeb, eh? Not too badm impressive really. I ain't apart of no folklore or anything like that that I know of, but me and my team tried to bring justice to our people also. Helped save our Planet from him..." again, he indicated toward Sephiroth. He could have said Shin-Ra, but things would have been complicated enough with simply mentioning the former.
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Robin looked back at the frightfully pale man with the strange hair. "And did he get his comeuppance?"
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"He got somethin' all right. Technically, in my world...he's been killed at least twice." He sighed just thinking about it, how evil could cheat death so many times. The Devil, if there was one, must have been laughing his balls off. "He's like a God Damn cat with nine lives or somethin' crazy like that. I jus' don't get it.."
He attempted to change the subject, "Who is Johnny, this guy I keep remindin' you of? A friend of yours I'm guessin'?"
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He did stiffen and straighten when the pale man acted as if he were going to bolt out of the window, ready to grab him if he made the attempt.
"Hey now, it's all right, the bus is jus' takin' us to town now," he tried to soothe as Robin's eyes bobbled in his head like a frightened doe.
"Bear?" There was a sliver of suspicion in his tone. "You mean a 'bear of a man', don't ya?"
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He glances at Barret and smiled a little. "You could say that, sure. And my wife's definitely a bit of a fox."
There was another metal thing coming towards them. Smaller. But faster.
"WHAT IS THAT?" he shouted, grabbing Barret's collar and ducking down, trying to pull his friend with him.
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