[IC] [Casual][GM] Of Nightmares, Traitors And Ducks

[Sir Avita]

He looked at the girl. " You don't look so strong to me, actually, " he said in a pretty innocent manner, having accidentally voiced his thoughts. " So, mister 'leap-from-roofs,' you have a name? And, have you guys seen anyone else here? Well-- I'm not saying that I don't like you guys, I just... Uh.. It feels desolate with just two other people here, I guess? "

" Well, it is possible, " he added.

The thought of having a small adventure with other people was actually great; and the chance that these were real people could spell for more friends, so, a win-win for him, maybe?

[Shikaru]

@Sir Avita@Equinox

Anya simply laughed at the Gandolf wannabe threatning to burn her, "Uh huh." She replied. She arched a brow at what he said last, What kind of weird masochist did I end up in here with.. she thought to herself, sighing. "I'm Anya, and no, you can stick to your weird fantasies by yourself, thanks." She told Dewey pointedly. She then turned to Robin who asked her to help him. "Alright." She told him, shrugging. Walking over she was intent on picking him up, but then Dewey continued to push the matter of her being a weak little girl. She stared at him blankly with an annoyed expression on her face, walked over to one of the dumpsters, and after a bit of straining ripped the lid off and tossed it down the alley like a frisbee.

"You were saying, Merlin?" She asked him, glaring at him. "And no, I haven't seen anyone else here. It's possible there is more than just us though." She added. She then turned to Robin, "As for you, I suppose I could carry you, if you want. So you don't have to hop around on one leg like a flamingo." She told him, a bit amused at the picture of her carrying a grown man around.

[Equinox]

"I'm Robin. And calm down, both of you. We're in this together as it seems." he says to stop their bickering from escalating. "Feel free to try to wake up if you can't stand each other. But somehow I think that it won't work."

He then tries again to put his weight on the injured foot, but finches visibly. To make matters worse, he turns a lovely shade of red at the image of him being princess carried. "I... don't think that you have to do THAT. Just a little bit if support will be fine."
Still, that would be an exhausting task for someone of Anyas height. But she'll probably manage with her increased strength.