002, the afternoon of the 18th

[devilofohara]

[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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[devilofohara]

[Robin freezes at that last bit.]

Well there are people who want to keep part of our history hidden from us, and made studying it forbidden.

I'm not your child. Don't call me that. My mother was an archaeologist, like I am. She and the other scholars on our island were the ones brave and smart enough to research the history the world thought it had lost.

And when the government found out, they sent warships to our island to make an example of us.

[The rest, Toriel can guess for herself. Robin was charged with sinking 6 warships, after all.]

[inruins]

My apologies, I did not intend to upset you. [The apology is genuine, Toriel does not take offense to the push back. Everyone has different boundaries.] I shall not call you it again.

The government did not have the right to treat your mother, scholars or your home as such. I hope you can discover the forbidden history just as the scholars intended to. Knowledge should not be withheld or repressed like that.

[Toriel can take a wild guess what has happened. She will not push at it particularly hard.]