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[nevermor]

Who: Phoebus' Crow, anyone else.
Broadcast: n/a.
Action: Way-station
When: ...Now?? Oct 10th.

[ It's about time. Pheobus' Crow isn't generally one to feel at all claustrophobic but between the strange hair-changing girl and the captain wannabe (though now he supposes he actually is captain, of all the misfortune) he's more than ready to spread his wings and work out the irritable little kinks that have been starting to build in the back of his mind.

The moment they're docked and the main doors open, Crow is gone from the ship and takes to the air. While the mall strip-like areas remain oddly bare and unwelcoming there's at least plenty of room for him to spread his wings and ample space to perch. The courtyard looks nice and all that, but something about having the vacuum of space above his head isn't quite so comforting as an actual roof.

So if you happen to be making your way through the outer ring of the way-station you might just hear the sound of a crow, cawing. Or maybe you're just crazy. Birds in space? Pshaw. ]

Comments

[nevermor]

[ And he hops back again!! Because he's a brat. And he'll try to fly-hop over to the opposite end of the branch to go at it from there. ]

Only sometimes.

[aberrant_type]

[She drops off the tree in surprise!

Unlucky for the crow, she lands on her feet with only a slight grunt, and stares up inquisitively.]

Well, well. Isn't that something!

[nevermor]

[ Dang. He was hoping she'd at least drop onto her rear or something of that ungraceful sort. ]

Indeed. [ Phoebus' Crow still sounds amused though. HER NOT FALLING OVER ASIDE. ]

1/2

[aberrant_type]

I guess it wouldn't be useful to just bring a normal bird here...

[aberrant_type]

So... what are you?

[nevermor]

What do I look like to you? [ He might not be a NORMAL bird but he's still a bird, how rude. ]

[aberrant_type]

A fat little crow... but obviously there's more to you than that!

[nevermor]

--"Fat"?? [ D8< ]

[aberrant_type]

[she stares at him... and then bursts out laughing.]

Oh my! Did that offend you?!

[nevermor]

[ HE SHOULD NEVER HAVE SPOKEN TO HER. ]

To some degree, yes.

[aberrant_type]

Don't be sour! [She's still laughing as she speaks, so perhaps it won't be good for consoling him.] If you can still fly you must be sleek enough!

[nevermor]

You aren't helping yourself.

[aberrant_type]

If you were a skinny bird that'd mean you were no good at finding food! A fat bird must be a clever one, right?

[nevermor]

............. [ W O W HANGE ]

[aberrant_type]

No? [But it's true! She laughs at him more.]

[nevermor]

I do not eat. [ He hates you ]

[aberrant_type]

Really? You should try it sometime.

[nevermor]

I'll pass. [ He doesn't do weird mortal shit anymore he outgrew that babyish habit centuries ago BT ]

[aberrant_type]

Too bad! Do you have a name, little bird?

[nevermor]

So it is "little" now, instead of fat?

[aberrant_type]

It could be both!

[nevermor]

...... [ He hopes she gets sucked into the vacuum of space HOLY MOLEY. ]

Good day. [ EXCUSE HIM AS HE SPREADS HIS WINGS HERE AND HEADS ON OUT ]

[aberrant_type]

[CHEERFUL LAUGHTER FOLLOWS HIM

oh mad, too bad he didn't tell her what he was. But that was pretty fun.]