thisavrou | 002, the afternoon of the 18th

[When Robin had first received her wanted poster in the mail, she had been mortified. When she started receiving messages about it from other people, that emotion changed into one of fear, suspicion and paranoia. The first thing she'd done in response was to head down into the prison planet, away from the Moira and the crew she no longer felt safe around.

It had been more than twenty four hours since then, though , and she's since come to terms with the fact that this isn't a permanent solution. She won't be able to stay on the prison planet forever, and even if she could she certainly didn't want to. Besides the obvious fact that it's a prison, things were starting to get strange down there.

It didn't take long to realize that this isn't the sort of problem she's going to be able to run from - not yet, at least. Even if she isn't ready to board the Moira again, she needs to get out ahead of this problem. ]

This is Nico Robin.

I know some of you got my posters in the mail. I was hoping to know, how many?

[ The first step of dealing with a problem is figuring out how much of one she's dealing with, after all. Maybe if it's just one or two people, she can bribe or threaten them into keeping their mouths shut. Maybe, if she's lucky, she can prevent her face from being associated with that name.]

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First of all, have you seen this crew? Like we've got those big robo guys walking around who are apparently mass murders and you're like five.

If they're smart, they'll be watching their backs too.

[The difference, as Kara pointed out, is that they're a bunch of giant robots. People are going to be hesitant to attack them, and even if they aren't... Well, clearly they can defend themselves, plus they've got a bunch of their giant robot pals to back them up if push came to shove with the rest of the crew.

Robin doesn't have any of those natural advantages. She's just a kid - all it takes it one superpowered person deciding that she's a monster, or a liability or having an overinflated sense of justice and she could be thrown in the hold or killed. And if her experiences have taught her anything, it's that there will be someone like that, and likely sooner rather than later.

She's got powers of her own, certainly, but at the end of the day she's still alone and she's still a kid. And that's not a winning combination.]

002, the afternoon of the 18th

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