londoncallingrpg

The past month- Months?- Had been strange. One night he'd found himself compelled to go out, as though something was calling to him. A silent siren song that had coaxed him into his car and out into the country.

Where had he gone? What had he done?

Those were the questions he had to ask himself when he woke up in the middle of Hyde park in a rumpled suit and a brand new body. ...Possibly brand new. Certainly new to him in that moment, since he couldn't recall much of anything from the past few weeks. His head was pounding, and he was in agony.

A large bird sat upon him. A hawk, he thought absently- Or maybe not. He couldn't seem to focus on it. Not when his gaze was so strongly drawn to all the blood. ...His blood.

"No," he said softly, trying to chase it away with a weak wave of his hand. "I'm free, you can't- He can't," he insisted, right before the world went dark. ...Not that it mattered. It would heal, he would heal. He always did. How else could the punishment continue?

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$pecked_by_birds: (\-_-\)$

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pecked_by_birds

"The rock," the titan replied, frowning to himself, then sighing. "What remains, anyway. Though I don't think I'm ready quite yet."

That was a trip he'd need ample time to prepare for, emotionally and physically.

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goodfellow

Robin looked slightly shocked. "The rock? How could that possibly help you?" Though before Prometheus could answer - "Maybe we need more wine for this conversation."

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pecked_by_birds

"Sometimes the ugliest parts of our lives are what we gain the most from, puck," Prometheus said softly, staring at the painting again, allowing himself to get lost in a memory of a pleasant moment in his life, then looking away.

"I don't suppose you have a cigarette?" he asked after a beat.

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goodfellow

"Or," Robin said, looking at the painting with him, "perhaps some of the most pleasant, too, titan."

At the question he said, "I may have a pack somewhere, but I certainly know where cigars are, would that do? Or pot, I also have pot."

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pecked_by_birds

"A cigar would be fine. Thank you," Prometheus nodded, not about to risk marijuana when his mind was possibly still quite fragile.

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goodfellow

"Sure," Robin said. "Why don't we go out on the balcony. Fresh air." And he went to find the cigars, pretty sure they were in a drawer in his closet.

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pecked_by_birds

The titan nodded, watching the puck a moment before headed out to the balcony. It was a brisk night. Bitter, really- But good. Good to him, anyway. He needed that cold air. It made him feel aware.

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goodfellow

A few minutes later, Robin stepped out onto the balcony with him. He had one of the cigars lit, and he used the end to light the other, and handed it to Prometheus.

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pecked_by_birds

Prometheus took the cigar, nodding his thanks, then took a long pull. It wasn't a cigarette, but it was calming all the same.

"I feel like I haven't been in London for some time."

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goodfellow

"Three months," Robin said, and took a puff of the cigar, blowing a ring of smoke out into the London night.

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pecked_by_birds

"A whole new year," Prometheus frowned, hating that he didn't have the first clue as to what he'd been up to.

"Before I left, I was at your club. I remember that. I think I left my coat there, actually."

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goodfellow

Robin looked a little surprised. So... he really hadn't stayed away on purpose.

"Could be," he said. "I can check the lost and found."

Pause. "I obviously didn't know you were... indisposed. I thought you might show up again on New Year's Eve like you did last year." And then his disappointment combined with the incident with Fin had soured the whole night for him.

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pecked_by_birds

"I think I intended to," the titan replied, offering a small shrug. There was nothing to be done for it now. That night had passed, but there would be many more.

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goodfellow

Robin didn't say anything to that. It really didn't matter at this point anyway.

After another moment he said, "The night you came to the club, you said that something had been stolen from you. I offered to help you get it back."

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pecked_by_birds

"Stolen?" The titan asked, frowning, then tilting his head as the conversation came back to him. "No, not stolen, just lost to time and passed around from collection to collection," he said looking almost pained as flickers of memories came back to him.

"I bought it," he realized. I remember- I remember making a call. I was in... Italy? No, Germany, maybe. I saw the museum in London was closing, and I called. It must be back at my shop. Vanessa has been keeping an eye on the place for me."

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goodfellow

"You should find out," Robin said, not looking at him as he took another puff of the cigar. "It seemed like it was something really important to you."

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pecked_by_birds

"Some of my power is etched into it," the titan confessed, looking over at the puck.

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goodfellow

Robin looked over at him. "That is important then," he said. "I hope you found it. If you didn't... i'd still help you."

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pecked_by_birds

"Perhaps we should go to my shop later," the titan suggested.

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goodfellow

"Sure," Robin said. "Will that help you feel more yourself?"

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pecked_by_birds

"Perhaps," Prometheus nodded, taking another drag on the cigar. "Though, to be honest, I just want to see if I really did buy that vase."

He had a terrible feeling that the vase was the reason for his lost memory- And waking up to find himself once again pecked by birds. If there was one thing Zeus likely didn't want, it was the titan regaining any power he'd lost.

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goodfellow

"For what it's worth..." Robin was looking out at the city rather than at him. "You seem more, I don't know, yourself, this time. I recognized you quickly." Not to mention last time he'd hardly seemed to care about Robin at all. Though maybe it was selfish to equate that with how well Prometheus was.