"mister archer," robin would come to sigh quietly, a hand raising to meet with her forehead as she had taken in the sight of the man humoring himself with the ever so persistent advertisement boards of penacony. "please do not bully the boards, they are going to get back up whenever you hit them, no matter how hard you do it –"
annoying as few, she still took pity on those odd creations that meant to serve a purpose of some kind. in the eyes of someone who were rather fed up with words and phrases thrown in one's face left and right in penacony, she didn't quite see the need. all one had to do was look up and one would see hundreds of signs and videos showing some sort of thing in the dreamscape. it was annoying, overwhelming and only seemed to worsen when those funny boards came wobbling, the halovian still finding pity enough to walk over and put some of them back up.
" – do not," she'd cast a glance over to him, almost concerned that he (like the trailblazer) would swing his leg or weapon around for an harder whack, " take that as a challenge to slam them harder into the ground ... did you not say you wished to spend your time doing something worthwhile while lingering in penacony ? we do have an excellent choice of bars, restaurants, karaoke bars..." not that he struck her as one that would indulge in karaoke, but robin would give herself the benefit of the doubt. for all she knew, maybe archer had a thing for breaking out in song.
the little billboard, of course, waddled away when it saw another stranger it wished to offer its advertisements to; " ... tell me what you would like to do and i will gladly be your personal guide for a moment. i know penacony in and out like the back of my own hand, and ... i'd rather not see billboards being bullied."
A twist of the wrist allows him to weigh the balance of his latest copied sword, its smooth, round shape more qualified towards a descriptor of a bat but as long as he registered it as a sword, that was all that mattered. The boards had proved to be the perfect targets to test the swing and efficiency of the Trailblazer's signature, their disposition suited to getting back up again in the face of adversity and their complaints minimal. And if he was causing a scene in the high streets of this dreamland, what was it to him? The people would pass him by eventually and Mister Aventurine could compensate if it became a necessity.
Yet with the sound of the melodic voice, his head tips to look over his shoulder, bat/sword rolling up onto his shoulder to lean at rest.
"With the lack of options available for target practice, the billboards seemed best suited to the task..." he answers, her words posing a challenge in itself, though he refrains from following through on it. If there was an order to things he would adhere to it. Mess was not something he enjoyed, be it emotional or physical and it would not be to his advantage to press on this, especially when he truly wasn't that attached to it in the first place.
"A kind offering, Master of Caster, though I cannot say any of the activities you listed are of my interest. A servant has no need to consume anything other than the energy source provided, beverages are unnecessary and music I will leave in your capable hands." He does however act to alleviate her concerns, however, by dissipating the recreation of the bat removing his weapon from his hands. "In truth, my talents are ill-suited to a world like this. Your systems offer too many bypasses for those hobbies I might indulge in." Cooking and housekeeping might seem odd to most for a seasoned warrior such as he, and yet the routine, rituals and systems involved in such processes gave him order and peace in his mind.
"The most you can offer I suspect is a vantage point from which I can observe." He is not unkind as he speaks, but firm in his resolution for such simplicities. As far as customers to this arcadia went, he would be one of the least demanding. Billboard assaults aside.