[Robin catches the back when he tosses it back, a little relieved that this guy - whoever he is - knows how to play catch. It was possible, she supposed, that he could have come from sort of strange place that doesn't have games like that.
The last thing he says definitely sounds like a question. And it doesn't exactly take a genius to figure out what he's asking about - the same thing everyone has questions about.]
Those are mine.
[She glances up at the arms and eyes on the wall, her expression completely neutral as she watches them all disappear into light pink flower petals that fade into the air before they hit the ground, leaving no trace where of their existence on the surface they had once been in.
Of course, words aren't really going to be of any help in explaining her situation. A demonstration is in order here.]
Watch.
[She reaches her arm upward to point at Zam, and as she does so a second arm grows out of the inner joint of her elbow, causing her arm to look as if it were split into two identical sections halfway down.]
I can grow them wherever I want.
[She gestures downward to the ground with her strange double-arm, as a few sets of hands, feet, arms and legs grow out of the ground around them, creating a little garden of limbs around them.]
Even on other people.
[With that, she gestures further down the hall at a big blue cybertronian headed down their way. Riptides more than a few (giant-sized) steps away, but even from here it's difficult to notice the sea of flesh-tones appearing on his left arm, as Robin blooms a dozen or so of her own arms out of his.]
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The last thing he says definitely sounds like a question. And it doesn't exactly take a genius to figure out what he's asking about - the same thing everyone has questions about.]
Those are mine.
[She glances up at the arms and eyes on the wall, her expression completely neutral as she watches them all disappear into light pink flower petals that fade into the air before they hit the ground, leaving no trace where of their existence on the surface they had once been in.
Of course, words aren't really going to be of any help in explaining her situation. A demonstration is in order here.]
Watch.
[She reaches her arm upward to point at Zam, and as she does so a second arm grows out of the inner joint of her elbow, causing her arm to look as if it were split into two identical sections halfway down.]
I can grow them wherever I want.
[She gestures downward to the ground with her strange double-arm, as a few sets of hands, feet, arms and legs grow out of the ground around them, creating a little garden of limbs around them.]
Even on other people.
[With that, she gestures further down the hall at a big blue cybertronian headed down their way. Riptides more than a few (giant-sized) steps away, but even from here it's difficult to notice the sea of flesh-tones appearing on his left arm, as Robin blooms a dozen or so of her own arms out of his.]