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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. ]

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[aberrant_type]

[A few moments later she comes into view... she's just strolling along, rubbernecking at everything looking for the bird too. She still caws occasionally, but between birdcalls she's whistling to herself cheerfully.

Nothing like stretching your legs!]

LOOK MORE CRAZY HANGE

[nevermor]

[ He wouldn't mind if she stretched them someplace else honestly... Why on earth is she just cawing without even knowing where he rightly is? Humans are so odd. The bird women in parks especially, though he's known a few male bird-watchers who are just as strange.

Phoebus' Crow scorns are her loudly as she passes underneath. ]

DIS ICON JUST FOR U

[aberrant_type]

I SPUTTERED

[nevermor]

jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

[aberrant_type]

[She's delighted, at any rate, to have heard the crow! She promptly stops where she is, glancing until she sees him... and then caws at him right back. Then, to add insult... to insult?:]

Who's a pretty bird?

[nevermor]

[ He's the goddamn pretty bird and she'd best never forget it B( Harumph.

As demeaning as it is it's much better than being called fat by a certain hermit Sorcerer, so even as he hunches his wings up and lets his wings get all ruffled Crow's next caw isn't quite so loud. Still grumpy though BT ]

[aberrant_type]

Poor bird. You're a long way from being to fly in an open sky. [She feels, like, a second of vague pity. But Hange isn't one to waste her pity on dumb animals :} besides, it seems to be doing fine.]

Better be careful you don't get left behind when we take off again.

[nevermor]

[ Oh golly a whole second, she's too kind :'| ]

..... [ She says that as if being left behind would actually be a bad thing. Phoebus' Crow isn't convinced that his ship-mates aren't actually insane somehow--he doesn't trust the loopy one. He keeps an eye on Del.

Hange gets a warble, kind of scoffing. ]

[aberrant_type]

[She chuckles and whistles back to him...

... But although Hange might be out of the ordinary, she won't stand around forever making conversation with a bird. She will continue her exploration onwards.]

[nevermor]

[ Well Crow certainly won't stop her.

He may however follow after her though, keeping mostly behind and to the rafters, but he's never that far off and the sound of his wings beating at the air isn't something he tries to hide. Mostly he wants to see if she finds something interesting he might've passed up on his first sweep of the place. ]

[aberrant_type]

[Alas, probably not... there's not much interesting here, is there?

Eventually, though, she does speed her walk, and then take off in a run, almost apropos of nothing. Scouts need to train, and it feels good to stretch her legs.]

[nevermor]

[ This station is such a disappointment ): He follows her a good quarter of the way around before she starts up her training, and at that point he'll swoop down to take refuge on one of the nearby benches. He's a little cramped yet to go on flying around after a running person, so he'll just take a seat here and see if she actually does a full lap of this place. ]

[aberrant_type]

[She sure does... and by the looks of it, she's set out to do several. If Crow pays attention that long, she does three and then heads towards the center.]

[nevermor]

[ he totally does, because Phoebus' Crow literally has nothing better to do :'c And it would be more tragic if he didn't find her antics oddly of interest. He'll swoop down to follow after her, actually touching down on the grass a bit behind her to do that casual birb swagger across the fake lawn a bit. Acting totally nonchalant and such. ]

[aberrant_type]

[She glances at him and laughs a bit.] Are you my friend now?

[But she has shit to do, and it's time to get to it. She carries on with her workout: it looks like she knows about twenty kinds of evil pushups and abdominal exercises. Core and upper body strength is important for someone who fights titans! She starts going through reps, including leaping for a low-hanging tree branch to bang out some pullups.]

[nevermor]

[ Yes good--she should go hold onto branches and do plenty of pull-ups, because that means he can fly his way up there and do that bratty crow thing where he inches towards her hands and opens his mouth like he wants to pinch at them. But of course any movement she makes has him hopping back just in case.

But he really does want to get her at least once ok ]

[aberrant_type]

[She looks up at him... and then hangs from one hand to swipe at him casually.]

Are all birds where you're from... this aggressive?

[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< ]