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The early morning sun broke through the clouds of AJRA as he struggled to wake up, rays of light assaulting his cortona as he sat up with difficulty, a soft gasp of surprise caught him with realization.
He had to move on before one of the gift shop employees reported the stolen vehicle neatly parked in the alleyway!
Placing aside his neck pillow, he thanked Donnel once again for letting him keep the lended sleepwear as Robin dug into the textile bag in order to change his clothes into something more casual and not criminal-like.
Sighing while smiling, he held up the the robin bird vector tee in one hand while digging in and fishing out a pair of used jeans, faded at the knee, the kind of everyday clothes he wore at high school aside from his tactician robe that is.
Before he could even attempt to take off the navy blue sleepers, the rear windows of his 4 wheeled home got him groaning in disappointment.
Every 3 seconds, SOMEONE had to pass by, glancing now and then towards the rear window of the tailgate, not even concerned to recognize the active thief around AJRA surprisingly not reported yet.
Perplexed, Robin plopped on the soft mattress, legs crisscrossed while his chin rested on his hands in deep thought.
Perhaps he could cover the windows from prying eyes by gluing cardboard on the inside with the help of sparks of Arcfire and Elwind combined.
Or the textile bag should do it.
Digging in, he found several flower patterned cleaning cloths that could be used as a great curtain for the rear windows of his Touran.
It was a perfect idea too so that no one could recognize him in the inside, but what about the outside of the vehicle?
As long as it was evening, there was a pretty good chance that the police won't recognize the vehicle having "flower patterned interior curtains" as a custom auto accessory.
Setting to work, he held up his Levin sword and used the tip to carefully cut the fabric into even rectangle shapes with rounded corners so that it could exactly match the windows.
Next, he stealthily tip-toed back to the metallic recycling container to find a set of discarded metal rods skewered right into the black bags.
Perfect.
Picking them up like berries off an orchard tree, he climbed back into the rear of his minivan where he neatly rolled the fabric around the rod bearing a tiny diameter equal to Tiki's torso, and finished by emitting tiny sparks of Arcthunder as the substitute of string.
Using the small screws from the towing set, he screwed the rod against the inner frame of the windows, the tip of his Levin sword finishing the final touch.
Feeling impressed, he lightly tugged at the curtain so that it wouldn't come off like those cheap fabrics bought from the dollar store.
There, now he wouldn't have to bother about people looking into the windows to find a random homeless criminal living in his car.
Sighing, Robin decided to move on by climbing into the driver's seat in comfort, absentmindedly backing up to find a Citroen Berlingo van screeching to an aggressive halt as the driver honked angrily while hollering angry remarks towards his 5th driving mistake.
Feeling a sting of embarrassment and shock, he quietly muttered a "sorry." and began to drive down Dorfstrasse, the tiny bridge leading him to the town of Kirchberg.
Almost every village/town in Bern looked identically the same.
Typical orange-roofed houses with classic window panes and tiny driveways.
Small store buildings wedged between, cars parked out front of the entrance.
Sighing, Robin parked by an abandoned building sandwiched between Bernerland Bank and another gift shop, and got out to find another red Touran facing the rear of the stolen white minivan.
This must have been the second time he encountered parking next to a car identical to his one.
Letting go of the amazing coincidence, Robin cautiously glanced around for any signs of prying eyes, as he opened the passenger door to get his clothes out.
Standing between the minivan and the wall of the bank, he slowly stripped his sleepwear off of him, re-checking his surroundings again to see if nobody was watching him.
But unfortunately, someone did.
He had to hurry.
An 11 year old bratty boy with red messy hair and freckles, had his arms crossed against the stony railing while his friends gathered around him, giggling at the homeless tactician in glee.
"Jungs! Dieser alte Mann weiß nicht einmal, wie seine Kleidung zu wechseln! (Guys! That old man doesn't even know how to change his clothes!)" the boy laughed in sync with his friends, mocking his feelings.
Robin almost blew a nervous sigh, Don't turn DDS. Don't turn DDS. Don't turn DDS.
Originally Plegian and born in the Old generation, amnesia wasn't the only trick that was used by the felldragon but he attempted to make the tactician suffer with Tendratudo, a combination of words Tenebris, Draco, Aegritudo- which in latin means "Dark Dragon Sickness". Although amnesia was a success to make him join the shepherds at the start of their journey, the dark possession re-occured to him when he finished killing off Chrom with his lightning fizzed Levin sword, red eyes glowing from the blank identity of the hooded cloak he was wearing.
Although the horrible memories flooded back to him during DDS, Robin still couldn't quite get that he was actually a different person when he turned Tendratudo.
About to pull out his Levin sword, Robin mistakingly pulled out one of his tomes, the sight of a book making the kids on the rooftop to laugh even harder.
It's a grace that these kids don't know who I really am.the tactician carefully thought as he set down one of the tomes and slipped on the graphic vector t shirt in comfort.
Before he could adjust the leathered brown belt at a suitable fit, his ears caught the sound of an elderly woman's voice floating from the inside of the building.
The kids glanced behind them to see their step mom walking towards the stony railing, her face disgusted at the thought of her boys watching a stranger get dressed in the open public for fun.
"Halten Sie an diese verdammten Straße starren Ratten ihre Kleider auszuziehen. Komm schon, es ist Zeit für das Abendessen. (Stop staring at those damn street rats takin their clothes off. C'mon, it's time for dinner.)" she sternly steered the boys away from the rooftop, leaving Robin to tilt his head in confusion after he stuffed his sleeping clothes in the textile bag.
What was up with these Bernese people calling him an old man and street rat for the second time?
Exhaling with a heaving sigh, he climbed back into his Touran, clipped on his seat belt, and started up the purring polar bear as Donnel referred to.
Resuming on his path, he decided to leave Kirchberg, state road 8 directly placed next to the distant train tracks, where a Stradler FLIRT (RABe 500 RE) interconnected with two locomotive cars used by the SBB AJRAnian railways, traveled at the same speed as the Touran, soon they spit ways as Robin continued driving south past Hindelbank, and joined the E25 highway towards the great bear city of Bern.
Thankfully, highway 5 slowly snaked to the east, leading him away from the Bundeshaus (The Federal Parliament of AJRA and Grand Federal Court of Bern), the most feared location if he got caught by the police.
But seeing that Highway 5 became his savior (or Naga purposely moved the path's course away from hell.), he almost exhaled with joy to see himself traveling east of Bern. Aside from the train tracks, River Aare decided to follow him all the way from Solothurn, Ylisse- the stretch of blue reminding Robin of his visit with Donnel the past two days.
A few miles ahead, he crossed over the river to find himself roaring down the darkened tunnel before arriving in the south city of Thun. (A/N: Hey! That's where I used to live before I moved to the US!)
Yawning from driving about an hour from Kirchberg, Robin felt his stomach growl lightly in need of food.
As long as he reaches Spiez, which was about 15 minutes away from Interlaken, he ignored the light growls that continued making him grunt uncomfortably with an empty stomach.
Reaching the exit of highway 6, he approached the roundabout, where a huge Daf XF 18 wheeler crossed his path and carefully took the third exit.
Seizing his chance, he circled the roadery for the same exit the truck took, following the gray Maersk container it was carrying, all the way to the center of town.
With the truck parked next to the hotel, evening quickly came as Robin cruised around Spiez, quickly searching for a small restaurant or grocery store so he haggle all the leftovers they discarded instead of spending 1000 directly.
Eyelids slowly lowering shut, he picked up his Levin sword and purposely sparked himself with the Lighting spell move, the effect of it jolting him awake with a scared yell in alarm.
Spotting an abandoned bakery, Robin licked his lips towards the baked goodness they probably left behind.
Feeling a soft breeze howling through the evening sky over Spiez, he got out while wearing his Tactician robe, Robin left the Touran parked next to the hotel on Schloss-strasse, feeling confident that no one would find the stolen vehicle here.
As again, it felt awkward to be walking down the empty streets of Speiz, seeing that he always was used to with company of either the AweSomE cast or the Shepherds back in the Old generation.
Spotting the alleyway, he jumped in glee towards several pie boxes sticking out of the rim of the metallic recycling container.
Finally! Thank Naga for the holy food!
Drooling over the perfectly conditioned pies in their beaten up package, Robin began dumpster diving for the pies as he tore the lid and hungrily dug in, eating faster than Mordecai could with his hay.
The amount of one pie brought him howling lightly with a belly ache, he almost wished for Donnel to arrive with Peppermint Tea but the bumpkin was nowhere to be seen around at his aid.
Standing up with a wobble, Robin found an abandoned kid's jacket, size S almost gripping the clothing to his heart. Someone may have carelessly left it here while leaving the bakery he/she worked in.
Using the sleeves to wipe out his tears, he sighed and wrapped the jacket around the boxes, returning to his Touran with a little worry gripping his shivering body, even though his tactician robe kept him warm at all costs.
It was a 5 minute walk, so Robin more likely ran 3 minutes to his parked '4 wheeled home', leaving him dead frozen for two minutes before hiding behind the corner of a restaurant,whipping around to peek in.
Blue lights erratically flashed against the white painting of the minivan, as two police officers held a flashlight up close to the driver's window and around the vehicle, one of them reporting the found thief through thier walkie-talkies. "Endlich fanden wir das gestohlene Auto von Bionis (At last we found the stolen car from Bionis.)"
Sweating in fear while his heart pounded extremely fast, almond eyes shut tightly while his hands pulled on his snow white hair furiously as the static response was played back at a high pitch that echoed throughout Spiez in a flash.
"Ausgezeichnet. Keine Chance für den Dieb zu finden? (Excellent. No chance of finding the thief?)"
The guy gruffed as he tugged at the door handles of the car, currently locked. "Noch nicht. Er sollte bald kommen. (Not yet. He should come out soon.)"
Tears slowly ran down Robin's cheeks as his mind flooded with thoughts of what to do next.
There came the end to his hopeful journey and escape over AJRA and Future Europe.
The end to his crimes and reviving his Prius.
The final end of never seeing the AweSomE cast back in Virginia Beach.
With a fierce bark that brought Robin to attention, one of the police officers let the german shepherd sniff out the thief's location.
"Das ist mein Junge! Spürt ihn auf! (That's my boy! Track him down!)"
It was a short distance away.
Heaving a deep breath, it was do or die time.
He suddenly lashed out in an attack pose, Arcfire tome in one hand while pointing the Levin Sword at the growling K-9 snapping his jaws at the said criminal.
Although AJRA agreed to place all Medival type weapons in each city's weapon museum, some people like Robin refused to let go of their weapons like this one for ultimate protection and defense.
The police officer almost chuckled, finding the weapon a bit odd through out the use of the New Generation. "Ein Witz Waffe, die Sie sagen? Nun, ich habe etwas noch besser. (A joke weapon you say? Well, I got something even better.)"
A standard police gun, barrel striking his fear with hate. "Legen Sie das Schwert und Buch, jetzt! (Drop the sword and book, now!)"
Tempted to open the Arcfire Tome, Robin kept his cool as he stepped backwards, one foot over the other, his mind unaware of what's behind him.
Das ist es. Nur wenige Schritte näher (That's it. Just few steps closer)
Swallowing in traumatized fear, he continued to step away from his enemy, gripping the tome while Levin sword still mocked the dog into more of it's loquacious barking.
At the third and final step, almond brown eyes widened in shock as the Thoron spell times a million combined ran free through his body, leaving him stiff as a log on the dirt ground.
"Handschellen ihn jetzt! (Handcuff him now!)" the police officer with the barking dog ordered the second officer to pull out silver cuffs and lock both his wrists together from behind.
Spitting dirt from his mouth, the second guard kicked Robin lightly in the stomach, "Steh jetzt auf. Kommen (Get up. Now.)"
Nodding weakly, the tactician's stoned eyes stared at a third officer with a notepad and pencil, recording the crime events, date the thief was found, and the license plate of the stolen Touran.
Name: Robin Delahaye
DOB: 5/10/1775 AG
Datum Verbrecher wurde gefunden: 16/6/2016
Grund des Verbrechens: 20.000 CHF in rot Seesack gefunden. Eigentum von Mirgos AG, Allschwilerstrasse 31, Ylisse 4055
Nummernschilder aller gestohlene Fahrzeuge ?: Ja
Stellen des Fahrzeugs: Volkswagen
Modell des Trägers: Touran
Baujahr des Fahrzeugs: 2007
Farbe des Fahrzeugs: Weiss
Nummernschild: Lö 1775 AG (DE)
"Haben Sie alle Informationen niedergeschrieben? (Have you written down all the information?)" the first police guy asked the second one as they both pushed the tactician into the police car, while the third persisted to give up the keys to the stolen vehicle.
"Ja (Yes)." the third officer responded as he got in the driver's seat of the Touran, starting up the polar bear so that he could follow the VW Jetta police car back to the station.
"Keine Sorge Kumpel. Du wirst die Nacht auf dem Bahnhof verbringen (Don't worry buddy. You're gonna spend the night at the station.)" the first police guard smiled while shaking his head in glee. The second police officer found Robin unresponsive due to the devastating loss of his journey.
"Hallo! Kumpel! (Hey! Speak up buddy!)" the inferior jovial tone now pounded on his ears as a deathly blow.
"Yes, I'm here." he quietly grumbled to himself, feeling the tight cuffs almost engraving red lines on his weakened wrists.
The first guard chuckled, "English? Huh? Okay! Our first criminal who talks English! Not a harm, but where are you from? Which Kanton?"
Robin refused to stare ahead at these two monkeys driving him to the station.
The rulers of Bern were correct.
They were taking their security VERY seriously!
"Ylisse-stadt."
The second guard almost scoffed in laughter, "Oh, I heard that our criminal hails from the land of chemical factories and Fasnacht carnivals! Can I join in, too buddy!?"
"Screw that! The king there is so obsessed with fishsticks, he took the statue of Naga out of the scene and changed it with a fish." the first countered, making both of them laugh non stop.
Were these Templaristic hooligans making fun of his Kanton!?
Gritting his teeth in anger, Robin remained silent for the next 5 minutes, staring at the blank edges of green stretching across Gwatt. He then whipped around to see the headlights of the Touran staring back at him as he sat back down, heaving a small sigh.
It was then that he found the first guard smirking at him through the rearview mirror, "Tomorrow morning you're headed to pay a visit by the Black Bearz' house."
Robin tilted his head in confusion, squinting his eyes at the odd reference, "Black Bearz?" he repeated with a nervous gulp.
The second guard turned around to face him in a cheery voice, "I'm pretty sure the rulers of Bern, Desmond and Zephiel would be VERY happy to see your wonderful achievement for AJRA!"
He then flicked the local newspaper on the tactician's lap, almond brown eyes glaring in horror towards a picture of himself on the front page, the headline reading: Migros Verbrecher in Spiez gefangen! (Migros criminal caught in Spiez!)
Out of a Plegian's love and hobby for newspapers, this was the only issue that he wanted to despise the most.
Since crime was EXTREMELY RARE throughout Future Switzerland, this one was a big shocker to Planet Mira as it would be spread over AJRA and Future Europe.
And Fish Freak would know.
And probably the AweSomE cast too...
Robin laid his head down with tears leaking into his jeans, Forgive me, Shulk and Lucina, for what I have done.
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Sorry, I'm currently out of words.
The way they caught Robin into custody was like wrangling one of Reflet's horses into the stall.
Geez, I'm quite eager to write the next chappie.
(sigh) well, that's life.
Falco276 out.