It was only after watching Faust disappear down a drainage pipe that Rob began to really think about the position he found himself in. He wasn't just Robin Attewood any longer, he was Puck of the Woods. How hilarious was that? Puck, like that little s**t in
Midsummer Night's Dream. He wouldn't have believed any of what had just transpired except for the weird pen-thing he found when he shoved his free hand in his pocket, and the weird cellphone that the cat had produced out of nowhere and given him. That and the soreness in his knuckles from smashing the face of that little Dark Mirror s**t with his fist was proof enough for him that it was all too real.
He still had a million questions, but this Thraen person seemed to be the most likely source for answers as Faust hadn't really been forthcoming with anything but what he considered the very basics. He'd have to look this guy up at some point; he wouldn't be able to sleep otherwise, not having the answers he wanted. Needed. Otherwise he was going to be lost, and how was that supposed to help his side?
Pausing at the end of the alley, he heaved a deep sigh, then turned for home and what was left of his relatively normal life.
Strickenized
Wrap! Thank you so much for the RP! <3
