three cheers for tyranny -- robin

Even now that he had a lovely place to lounge and find people to bother within the grand castle he now inhabited, he definitely wouldn't keep himself cooped up in there if he didn't have to. He loved the outdoors. And while he planned to use his devious humour to turn the atmosphere of that gorgeous building into one he could dwell in forever, that would take time. He didn't know anyone but Basty at that moment, so he still had to take the first step - annoying strangers!

And as it would happen, he'd find a stranger to annoy shortly, but not the type of stranger he was expecting. No, this one was any even stranger type of stranger, one that didn't even live with on Edenian land! He was attracted by the unfamiliar scent, thinking that he might be about to meet another newcomer like himself, but when he spotted the source of the foreign scent, he thought to himself that this one didn't look like he wanted to join at all. In fact, he looked a little distant. This perturbed Robin, and he simply had to investigate further.

"Oi, oi," he called in his lazy, gruff voice. "What're you doing out here?"

Robin's ears pricked, surprised by the observation. "Huh, I guess we do," he admitted in his ever careless tone. He spoke as though nothing mattered, and his expression was flooded with apathy. His vivid green eyes flickered across the other hyena's body, studying him to see if he could spot the resemblance. They were both grey, and they were both hyenas, so that was something, anyway.
Robin sat back on his haunches and shook his bag off of his shoulder, careful to ensure that the contents didn't spill. He reached his muzzle inside and snatched something carefully between his teeth. He then pulled back, revealing a cat mask. He took the mask between his forepaws and placed it on his face, pulling the string in the back over his head. "No, wait. What are you talking about, imbecile? We look nothing alike." His voice had changed starkly, going from the dull, uncaring tone it had once carried to adopting a snakier, higher-pitched one, accented with the touch of a rasp. Then he pushed the mask up so that it wasn't covering his face anymore and said, "Ohh, don't mind him, he's been moody lately." When he spoke that time, his voice had returned flawlessly to it's original sound.

Robin watched the other hyena's amusing response without a flicker of emotion crossing his face. "I'm Robin. Last name is Kaiser. That's K-A-I-S-E-R, I've noticed that some find it confusing." The way his name was pronounced looked little like the way it was spelled. One would assume it to be written 'Kyza' or something of the like judging by the sound, but that wasn't the case. It was, in fact, spelled like Kaiser. "And that was just Robin Kaiser with a cat mask doing a weird impersonation, but I'm pleased to hear that it was that believable." He didn't look pleased, but within his chest, he could feel the contented warmth wrapping around his heart. "I have more, would you like to see?" He tipped the bag upside-down and a pile of masks tumbled out and onto the ground.

He sorted through the masks, placing them into neat piles. Some resembled human faces, others were feline, some were canine, and the final pile was a mix and match of other animals that didn't fit with the main three. There were a few dragon masks, some bird masks, even one of an insect, along with a few others. The skilfully crafted ornaments were all fully painted and made of thin but sturdy material. It would be hard to tell that they were hand (or paw)-made. "They're my masks," he explained to Greyscale, admiring them with a blank look on his face. "My prized possessions." Suddenly, he burst into a fit of emotion, cowering over as his shoulders shook with the thread of sobs. "Oh, I'd simply be devastated if anything happened to them! They're too precious to ever be harmed! I'd cry for days on end!" he lamented, putting an overdose of dramatic sadness into every word, every lift and fall of his voice. Then he sat up and his expression faded back to blankness as if the outburst had never happened. "Or something like that," he added in his regular tone. "I use them to tell stories, or just to wear around for fun. People seem to like them."

Robin always felt very content when someone liked his masks, even if he neglected to show it. He picked up one of the dragon ones, studying the precisely painted colours and the clean shape of the snout. "Where did I get them? Huh," he mused, gazing off into the distance. "I didn't make 'em, that's for sure. Can't really remember where they came from. But they're nice, aren't they? They don't do much other than make me look funny, but... Eh, they're kinda important to me, I guess. That's all."

//don't worry about it~

Robin looked back up at Greyscale. He was a hyena, too, so surely the masks would fit on his face as well, right? The thought amused him, so he decided there was only one way to find out! Selecting a mask that depicted an angry, old feline, he aimed to place it swiftly upon Greyscale's head. If he managed to do so, he would hastily pull the string behind the other hyena's ears. "And take that, criminal!" he spat in a proud, excited tone with a gleeful glow in his eyes.
As per usual, all of this sudden emotion vanished in the blink of an eye after he had finished talking.