knowhen | EVENT ONE: JUNE 21ST-28TH

[The maturest is sitting right here cross-legged on the floor, pouting up at her.]

Not human. Technically speaking, if I was completely human, the High Evolutionary's death ray - er, ray of terrible pain, as it turned out, wouldn't have worked on me.

[He raises his eyebrows and ducks his head a little, when he flips her argument back around at her.]

You're half-human. Since the other half isn't shark, you can't survive on microsleep either.

[Robbie likes the Discovery Channel. Shark Week should be a national holiday.]

[Wait wait wait.]

The High Evolutionary built a death ray? And used it on you?

[NOT COOL, HERBERT]

[Oh boy.]

On the - on the team.

[He almost said on the New Warriors, but he can't do that. He can't tell her how they've replaced her with an identical Atlantean and... everything.

Also how come she gets to be on a first name basis with the H.E.?]

It didn't work. Iiiii guess it actually did, until Sun Girl blew it up.

[I don't think they've ever met, to be honest.]

So same as always, huh.

[Being in danger is pretty much Nita's entire life. She's very lucky she's basically immune to anything less than getting hit by a speeding tractor trailer.]

Same old, same old.

[He's amiable enough about it. When aren't they up to their eyeballs in chaos?]

I'm glad you're here. I'd've thrown myself into a trash chute by now.

[Which means 'I'm glad you're alive. I want to give you the biggest hug ever, but I'm afraid you'll turn out to be a hologram.]

Trash chute?

[The reference bounces around Nita's head for a moment, in search of something to connect to.]

--Star Wars!

[There we go.]

...I'm sorry you're stuck on Knowhere, Robbie.

[It's not like she has anywhere to go, but Robbie hasn't lost years and now he's trapped in another universe.]

[He winks at her when she catches onto the reference, but shakes his head at what follows.]

Me? I'm sorry you're here. Do you have any idea how many people are going to lose their minds when they find out you're alive? You're - shit, Nita. I get not wanting to tell the world you're alive… people are going to be happy to see you.

[Suddenly serious time again. Nita folds her arms and hunches her shoulders, the kind of minimizing body language she rarely uses.]

I wasn't hiding--well, maybe a little--but I'd only been back on Earth for...a day? two days? And it's hasn't even been two weeks since--the war ended.

[She was going to say "since Rich died," but she is doing her level best not to think about that.]

Robbie--Rider--and Pegasus people only just told me about...everything.

[He looks confused at this, mouthing 'Pegasus people' to himself. Look, he just met a talking cat and dog. Talking winged horses isn't a stretch. But he doesn't ask, because maybe there's an outside chance that will make sense.]

I hope they sat you down and gave you a beer first. Maybe spiked it with Xanax.

[See, nice and light. Could be anything they're talking about.]

You know you're wasting valuable sleep time.

[Nita's not a lip-reader, but that's still obvious enough.]

Project Pegasus. Quasar gave us a ride back from Hala.

[In retrospect, she thinks it might have been a better idea to stay in Attilan with the Inhumans, but too late now.

And if Robbie isn't going to talk about anything, fine. She doesn't want to have a fight over anything serious with the person who might be her only friend in the universe.]

Nothing you say is gonna change the fact I've got more stamina than you.

Guess we'll have to stay up and stare at each other until someone passes out.

[He shifts a little, getting comfortable and leaning back against the wall. ]

How do you want to use the time? You want to know how the last few World Series went? I've been watching a lot of rugby lately. Ever see any?

Hmph.

[Nita drops to the floor cross-legged, fingers of one hand idly playing with the feathers on the little wing sprouting so improbably from her ankle.]

I don't...suppose you know what happened to Atlantis?

[It blew up (Namor did it, but that's not common knowledge) the Atlanteans scattered to become sleeper cells on the surface, causing all kinds of headaches (which Robbie probably does know) and then started building New Atlantis under Utopia when Namor joined the X-Men.

Also Nita's mom's back from the dead. He might get around to mentioning that eventually.]

Edited 2014-07-03 06:43 (UTC)

[Oh, let's hit every bad topic ever.]

Atlantis - isn't in the best shape.

[Robbie doesn't know the full extent of it , but he reads the newspaper now, since his time in the Thunderbolts. He's got a good grasp on what the public knows, plus a few bonus tidbits, but he's hamstrung by not wanting to be the bearer of bad news. ]

There was that thing with the spies. Norman Osborn shot an ambassador. Lemuria was attacked by Evolutionaries. I - sorry, Nita.

[The specifics are odd, but none of that truly surprises her.]

It's not like we've had it easy since before Namor was born, at least.

[Atlantis gets destroyed more often than New York City.]

I just--it's at least partly my responsibility. I should be there to help.

[Never mind the fact there's no evidence at all she actually likes Atlantis or Lemuria. She has a duty.]

[The specifics are always odd.]

You didn't have the half-man, half-robot things trying to wipe you off the face of the Earth - er, the bed of the sea because you're impure. That's new.

And Nita, it's not just your responsibility. Some of its your mom's. Although Faira's on that quest to find you - huh. I guess she's right about not being you. I mean, she said someone sense your presence, and you said you're back. So there's that.

[He huffs out a breath and puts his head down a little. It's finally starting to hit him now, that this means Nita's actually alive. At home. Faira's not an amnesiac Namorita. He should probably apologize to her. Nita's alive. Don't cry. It's okay. This is great. Don't cry over something stupid like good news.

Robbie keeps his head down, but goes back to being gently grumbly.]

The New Warriora just landed Mount Wungadore in the middle of New York Harbor. You're not the only one here who's missing stuff.

My mom? Jeez, Robbie, she died before you were born. It's just been me and Namor forever. Leave ancient history out of this.

[Nita's over it, really, or as over it as you can be when you watched your mother be murdered in front of you.

So yeah, she doesn't talk about it much.]

[His eyebrows knit together at this, both as a cringe and as a what-the-fuck.]

Yeah but... Faira said your mom sent her or something like that. She's your mom's servant. Faira sar Namora. Ringing any bells here?

[None of this makes the least bit of sense, at least not the way Robbie's telling it, and Nita hunches up as the subject keeps getting more unpleasant.]

"Faira" is just a normal Atlantean name, and "sar"--well, it doesn't translate exactly. "House of," I guess. Anyone who was part of my mother's household could call themselves that.

[Answers not given in canon yet? Makeshitup.txt.]

[It's not like he knows Faira all that well, and, to be real, he's spent the entire time convinced that she was Namorita and planning to coldcall various magic and telepathy-types to see if anyone thought they could snap her out of it. Which he hasn't had time to do yet because he's been busy.]

... I thought she was you. I wanted her to be you.

...She's blond?

[Yes, that is the first thing that occurs to Nita.]

Not every blonde looks like you!

[Sheesh, Nita makes life crazy.]

No, she's got dark hair, but I thought you were brainwashed and, hey, it's not hard to pick up a bottle of dye.

[Robbie, nothing you just said makes sense.]

...Robbie, nothing you just said makes sense.

Nothing I've done in the past week makes sense. Sense no longer exists, okay? You're going to have to accept that now.

[He rubs at the back of his neck and gives her a small, genuine smile.]

How about I stop fumbling at trying to explain and you just ask me things that I may or may not be able to answer without sounding like Lewis Carroll writes my dialogue?

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