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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

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[oh, hey... so...

he'd made it all the way across the courtyard, and he's already trying to figure out whether he should rally with the others and make a plan, or... just buy food (or booze! or smokes!) right now and tell them to deal with it. or not tell them at all!

but the cawing of a crow interrupts him. he startles a little. he looks around and up, because there cannot possibly be a crow out he--

oh. oh, there it is. hey.]

[nevermor]

[ Yeeeup, bird here. A nice pretty black birb who most certainly is a crow, and only mildly impressed that this hasn't started off immediately with "who's a pretty bird" or poor attempts at cawing at him. Which doesn't mean he won't caw once at Robin, neutrally, adjusting his wings and wiggling his tail before he settles some and turns his head sideways to look at him. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[woooow. well, Robin isn't responding in any way that is particularly interesting, or even that weird... but he does tilt his head and continue looking at him with this ghostly thousand-yard stare.]

What are you doing here?

[nevermor]

[ As if any of them actually belong here. IF BIRDS COULD LOOK WRY.

Instead, Phoebus' Crow caws at him again (as if that's an answer) and side-steps two or three inches to the left on his perch. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Don't.

[oh, he looks mad now.]

You're not supposed to be here.

[nevermor]

[ Well that seems a little unwarranted. He's not sure he's done anything to deserve a look like that, but then some people just hated crows. Phoebus' Crow doesn't take offence but he does guffaw, a sort of repeated caw three or four times in a row as he tosses his head.

You are a silly fellow, Robin :') ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[ugh, what a terrible thing. he growls and turns very pointedly away, to go look at... something that's not his bird. he is done with you. pretending you don't exist!]