Sample Entry: [When the feed switches on, anyone watching will be treated to a delightful view of the floor. The camera isn't held steady; it sways back and forth as if the owner of the device is twisting it around and examining it.
That is, in fact, exactly what Robin is doing.]
What a strange device.
[She turns the device around, pushing a lock of her long hair behind her ear and offering a small smile.]
Something like this would be very useful for contact over a battle field, don't you think? Maybe that's the point of it...
If it was, maybe I'd be able to get hold of Chrom easier. [She sighs.] I don't even know if he's here. So, please, if any of you know of him, or where he might be, could you let me know? It's very important I find him. Him or any of the Shepherds. I really need to know if they're safe...
[There's a pause, before she mutters – a lot quieter than how she was speaking before.]
Gods only know what Chrom will get up to if I don't find him soon. This place is ragged enough without him 'training' and smashing his way through a wall in the process...
Sample Entry Two:
When you're very accustomed to taking in as much of your terrain as you can, it's difficult to stop analysing everything you see even off the battlefield. Robin's eyes have been dancing back and forth, taking it everything she can see into account and instantly plotting multiple strong holds and safe escapes routes in case of danger – and there could be danger everywhere, for all she know. This whole place reeked of it... distraught despair and eerie silences that set her nerves on edge and her fight or flight instincts teetering on a knife's edge.
Silently, her hands stray towards the tome tucked into the folds of her robe. Thoron would be the better choice of weapon here – strike an enemy from a distance and give herself a chance to judge their strengths and weaknesses before they got too close. Before she backed herself into a corner.
She knew danger by now. It was frequent back home, and when she was focused like this, using every sense in her body to keep an eye on changes in the environment – changes in the horizon, the snapping of twigs underfoot, anything that could clue her into the direction of an approaching enemy – she could make a fairly sound judgement whether or not a place could pose a risk to her. And she certainly sensed danger here; the whole area felt tense and desolate, and the landscape barren compared to the lusher landscapes of Ylisse.
Slowly and quietly, she inhaled a deep calming breath and brought her tome out in front of her, relishing in the crackle of magic at her fingertips.
“... Find a clear path, make it through safely and find the others. You only have yourself to worry about for now, Robin...”
Her words are quiet but determined, as she steps over crumbling buildings, eyes darting wherever there is unexpected movement.
“Something... to my left. Possibly something ahead of me... clear path to my right. Okay.”
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That is, in fact, exactly what Robin is doing.]
What a strange device.
[She turns the device around, pushing a lock of her long hair behind her ear and offering a small smile.]
Something like this would be very useful for contact over a battle field, don't you think? Maybe that's the point of it...
If it was, maybe I'd be able to get hold of Chrom easier. [She sighs.] I don't even know if he's here. So, please, if any of you know of him, or where he might be, could you let me know? It's very important I find him. Him or any of the Shepherds. I really need to know if they're safe...
[There's a pause, before she mutters – a lot quieter than how she was speaking before.]
Gods only know what Chrom will get up to if I don't find him soon. This place is ragged enough without him 'training' and smashing his way through a wall in the process...
Sample Entry Two:
When you're very accustomed to taking in as much of your terrain as you can, it's difficult to stop analysing everything you see even off the battlefield. Robin's eyes have been dancing back and forth, taking it everything she can see into account and instantly plotting multiple strong holds and safe escapes routes in case of danger – and there could be danger everywhere, for all she know. This whole place reeked of it... distraught despair and eerie silences that set her nerves on edge and her fight or flight instincts teetering on a knife's edge.
Silently, her hands stray towards the tome tucked into the folds of her robe. Thoron would be the better choice of weapon here – strike an enemy from a distance and give herself a chance to judge their strengths and weaknesses before they got too close. Before she backed herself into a corner.
She knew danger by now. It was frequent back home, and when she was focused like this, using every sense in her body to keep an eye on changes in the environment – changes in the horizon, the snapping of twigs underfoot, anything that could clue her into the direction of an approaching enemy – she could make a fairly sound judgement whether or not a place could pose a risk to her. And she certainly sensed danger here; the whole area felt tense and desolate, and the landscape barren compared to the lusher landscapes of Ylisse.
Slowly and quietly, she inhaled a deep calming breath and brought her tome out in front of her, relishing in the crackle of magic at her fingertips.
“... Find a clear path, make it through safely and find the others. You only have yourself to worry about for now, Robin...”
Her words are quiet but determined, as she steps over crumbling buildings, eyes darting wherever there is unexpected movement.
“Something... to my left. Possibly something ahead of me... clear path to my right. Okay.”
She nods to herself, once.
“I've got this.”