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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]

[ Caw caw. ]

Not so much in the sense you mean, I'm sure. Until recently I had yet to leave the general atmosphere of the Earth. Shocking, I know.

[limitstorm]

Hm... 'Earth', so like everyone else...

[ there's so many people from "earth" that he's starting to grow a little concerned. maybe people from that world are easier to take? combined with the whole 'people who were on other worlds to begin with' phenomenon... all of this is very concerning. he frowns, sliding his hands into his pockets. ]

That can't be a good sign. [ looking back up to phoebus' crow. ] Let me guess: you're the captain of your ship, right? I've heard crows're pretty smart.

[ he's teasing.

kind of. ]

[nevermor]

[ OH HOW HE WISHES... Instead, he's got Gin. Who throws things at him.

Phoebus' Crow ruffles his feathers in a rather unhappy manner as he thinks about the squinty-eyed annoyance. Then evens out and tries to let that all smooth over; Gin isn't here, no need to get worked up about it. ]

Smart yes, but a leadership role does not quite become one in my...position. I am not in the business of leading, but following.

[limitstorm]

Your... position.

[ headtilt. that was definitely a spike of darkness, wasn't it? something of a bad emotion... so he doesn't like not being the leader, looks like. he'd assume that he has been given a different 'position' in the ship--maybe a crowcook or...

(... give riku a minute. his eyes glazed over. a crow cook. he's imagining a little crow flitting about making soup. it's not that hard to imagine--he's met remy before, and he's pretty sure he's learned everything he knows from cooking from that little rat.)

funny how rodents teach the most.

he shakes his head for a moment to clear his head before running a hand back through his hair. ]

You don't look too happy about it.

[nevermor]

Our captain is an idiot. [ Nice and blunt, Crow's not holding any opinions back here. Gin threw a wad of paper at him. He has yet to forgive this terrible transgression and he plans to hold it against him until he sees an appropriate form of recompense. ]

[limitstorm]

[ SNORT

riku tries to regain his composure. ]

Uh-- [ ... it's kind of hard, though. he finally clears his throat. ] What'd he do?

[ is the myth that crows remember if you do something bad to them for much longer than you'd hope true-- ]

[nevermor]

[ In his case, yes. He's been around more than two-thousand years and he will hold a grudge if he wants to. ]

He's made a game out of throwing items at me when he thinks I am not paying attention.

[limitstorm]

[ the smile wipes off of his face, and he frowns deeply. ]

Talk about a bad captain. Even if you're not human... [ he shakes his head. ] There's no use for that.

[nevermor]

Well, that is the average human for you... Crows are not especially favoured by your lot. I've seen much worse. [ And experienced, but he doesn't offer that piece up. Talking about the past isn't something he's fond of unless it involves good experiences. Or if it serves some sort of purpose.

here it won't. ]

[limitstorm]

"A murder of crows, an unkindness of ravens..." Yeah, you're right.

[ not much love for the black birds. ]

What about the rest of your crew?

[nevermor]

An addled woman and some other fellow. [ He hasn't really met him; Phoebus' Crow avoid the bunk room whenever it's in use as a general rule. ]

Yourself?

[limitstorm]

An angel, a normal girl--at least, I think she's normal... and a weird guy. He's our captain.

[ how do you describe robin, really... ]

[nevermor]

An angel? [ Pheobus' Crow cants his head. ] You must be rather fond of them. A significant other, perhaps?

1/3

[limitstorm]

[ ........... huh? ]

[limitstorm]

N-no, that's--that's not what I meant!

[limitstorm]

He's--got wings, on his back...

[nevermor]

[ Ah, that's never not fun. If he could only smile to himself. Youth were always a boundless source of entertainment. ]

My mistake~ [ But he doesn't sound particularly sorry at all, and finally he hops down from above and flaps his way to a nearby bench so he can per along the back of it, side-stepping his way to a more comfortable spot. ]

Afraid I don't much believe in the divine though.

[limitstorm]

[ a sigh as he tries to calm and let the embarrassment fade. jeez... a crow, making him bluster? that's new. when he moves, riku's gaze follows, and he reorients himself. ]

Neither do I, but I don't know what else you call someone like that.

[nevermor]

You're sure it isn't some manner of costume? [ A brief pause. ] Or delusion?

[ Because he's on a ship with Del and she's....yes. Yeah. ]

[limitstorm]

I'm sure. My senses've never lead me down the wrong road before.

[ he'd seen through zexion's illusion before, because of his dark sense. he's fairly sure michael is no different. ]

[nevermor]

[ Now that one's going to need a little more explanation, because as far as he's aware humans in general don't have great senses... ]

Oh?

[limitstorm]

[ riku visibly hesitates.

phoebus' crow has been fairly forthcoming with what riku's asked of it... it feels wrong to back out when he's asked a question, so he averts his eyes as he thinks of how to explain. ]

I've got a power that lets me sense people and things. I guess, it's kind of like echolocation--I can tell where things are, even if I can't see them that well. And I can tell what kind of person someone is... more or less.

[nevermor]

Ah. [ There's something similar to that effect in Crow's own world actually. It's not quite what Riku is capable of per say, but it's close enough for him to have some sort of comparable notion to explain it. ]

You have some gift for magic I presume? [ Bene. ]

[limitstorm]

[ rubbing the back of his neck... ]

I do. I can still do some spells, but it looks like they've blocked a lot of my powers, here.

[nevermor]

"They"? [ Phoebus' Crow cocks his head. ] You know who is it has plucked us all up without warning?