They suck us dry until there's nothing left...
It's not like there aren't demons outside of Chicago. Of course, there are. Why else would there be a sad lack of Archangels in the area if there weren't demons prowling every inch of the world? And not every demon is as inclined as some to want to explore the wonders of the Rift. Some have their own empires to build- some already have empires ( Read more... )
It's really a bad time to let his mind wander, especially after recently speaking with another angel of vengeance, but Ianto isn't here.
So Robin's leaning against a desk, scanning the crowd, absently, when his gaze falls on her, the not real doll. She's different. It's what initially grabs his attention. She's different and she's absolutely beautiful if not... something. There is another factor about her that he can't quite put into words. Magical, maybe, seems to be closest. Mysterious, magical... and not quite... real, that's it.
A fantasy.
And it looks as if she's alone, but still performing almost. For someone.
Robin shakes his head, rolling his eyes at himself as he heads toward her. Really. When have you ever been known to get so philosophical? You think a woman's pretty you say hello and turn on the charm. Don't try to figure out why. Honestly."You ( ... )
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"You sound like someone who's run into one too many peacocks in your day." He's still smiling. "There's a key in there for your room. Basic orientation stuff. Nothing too special."
He hesitates, and then offers his arm to her.
"Care for a tour? It's not exactly the norm, but we've already established that you're not a normal lady." From the look on his face, it's clear that this is a very good thing.
What he won't say is that the reason he's even offering is because he wants to spend a little more time with her before he has to go back to working and she has to go back to... whatever it is that basement residents do these days. Sleep? Bathe? ...converse? Something like that.
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Terrible is more like it, but Natasha won't say as much. She can say whatever she wants about Luther in her own head- he can read her mind anyway. Saying it out loud is what seems blasphemous.
She takes his arm and allows the smile to grow again. "I ain't met a man quite this polite in a long time. I'd love one though. Wouldn't want to get lost down here."
It doesn't occur to her to think of it as an aide for her mission. She won't be thinking about the mission until Luther contacts her.
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Of course, there's something about her that makes his charm fade, in place of sincerity. Grace does that to him, too, but Natasha is so very different from Grace. It's the mystery that gets him. Always.
"It's hard to get lost down here. Trust me. It looks a lot bigger from the outside, but once you get into the basement there's not much at all." He leads her down the first hallway, pointing to each room with his free hand as they go, taking her into the doorway so she can get a good look inside.
He really is a schmooze, purposefully, taking his damn time.
"Lets see, we've got the common room here. I assume people come here to be common so it's probably not the room for you." Robin winks at her. "Really, I think it's just a place to relax. Don't come here much, myself."
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"Oh no, it can't be," she says teasingly. God, when was the last time she was teasing? Not since before Marty died, that's for sure.
She tilts her head to the side and wrinkles her nose cutely. "You one of those work-types who don't believe in takin' a day off or are you just not the social type? If it's the latter, you coulda fooled me."
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Robin smiles, more brightly, at the wrinkle of her nose.
"I'm a workaholic, but I am completely capable of admitting it. Admitting is the first step to recovery, am I right?" Although it'll be worse for him if he ever does recover from this particular 'disease', so he moves on as quick as he can.
He shrugs his shoulders with a very pleased smile on his lips. "I can be plenty social. When I take the time." And he'll pull her a little closer at that as he turns her away from the common room and down toward the music room.
"For playing and enjoying music," he says when they arrive in the doorway. "Do you play... anything?"
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Handsome man saves her... From absolutely nothing, but she still finds it endearing.
This is so strange and new to her. It's like living again after being dead for years or something like that. She likes it even though it'll scare her to death later.
She admires the music room, but shakes her head when he asks her the question. "Nope. Tone-deaf as anything and I could never get my fingers to cooperate. Always was a klutz when I was a young'un. Got better when I turned sixteen and got my wings, but then I had Marty and I had to protect him. Not much time for learnin' how to play."
And after she just never had the will, but, well, that can probably be implied by the fact that she gets rather somber at the mention of her ward who died years ago. Eerily enough, losing her ward didn't prompt her fall. As fragile as she is, that didn't break her ( ... )
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He pauses, taking a couple of steps in as if he's actually going to try at the piano or one of the other instruments. Just because he's here with her and he can.
But he stays away from the instruments (thankfully).
"Marty was your ward then?" Robin doesn't say what he's thinking... that it was awfully early in her life as an angel for her to get a ward.
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It was just a weird twist of fate that she met Marty anyway- he just stopped by her mother's boarding house to ask for directions. If she hadn't opened the door or wasn't home at the time, she never would have seen him and they just would have... Missed each other. Somehow that's more heartbreaking than losing him.
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Although Robin likes to believe that for most other angel types, it all works out for the best. It all ends up making sense at some point, even if it's not at first.
Vengeance angels don't make a bit of sense. Well, they do, but even with a sense to the madness, they're useless. Why even bother with creating this type?
"Sounds like a good enough fellow though from the way you sound when you talk about him." And the little smile on her face.
Robin won't let her think about it too long, though. He has her on his arm, moving to the cafeteria next.
"For eating. Nothing fancy, but there's a little of everything and there are some good cooks down here who sometimes make big dishes and are gracious enough to share."
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"Don't particularly like fancy, myself," she giggles just a little. "Cajun cookin' ain't exactly high class cuisine, but that's my kind of meal. Doubt I can get any this far north, but I can't say I'm all that particular about what I eat."
She'd forget to eat, half the time, if someone was around to tell her, but oh, she's not going to think about those things.
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He shrugs and turns her away from the cafeteria, slowly.
"Wait, just one moment. Where'd my manners go?" She distracts you from them Robin, that's where they went. "You need anything to eat or drink while we're here?"
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She shakes her head at the question. "Nah, I'm fine, and I'd hate to throw you off your game with the tour." She winks teasingly. "You're pretty good at this. A few more like you around here and a girl would really feel at home."
A safe, comfortable home. Like Mama's boarding house. Oh yes.
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He makes vagues gestures down the hall.
"Lets see... conference room, medical room, and the infamous Rift room are down there. Hopefully, you won't have to go down there much. Y'never know what'll come out of the Rift after all. Don't recommend hanging around unless you want to find out how true that is."
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She makes a small face at the mention of the Rift. "Heard about the Rift in passin'. Anyone in the know seems to know about that thing. People and monsters and things really come out of it?"
An altogether frightening concept to be sure. She'll make it a point to avoid it unless she's feeling particularly low, and she's hoping the lows drift away now that she's here.
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"Yes, ma'm. All kinds of creatures. Mostly people, I think, but there are plenty of monsters that come through, too, but they don't get out of that room." Robin seems to think about this for a moment. "Far as I know."
But he's smiling still so it's hard to worry about that.
"Right then, enough of that. You've nearly had a tour of the whole place." Robin smirks, so ridiculously pleased with himself and with her. "Just got to show you to your room, m'lady."
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