Theo Crawford (
sanctus_dei) wrote2011-04-24 08:20 pm
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41st Resurrection
[Look out below, Mayfield! There's something being dropped on you. It's small and light, made of wood... why look, it's a chess piece. It might have been dropped right on you or nearby you from above, by a large black crow. It sits on a phone wire, cawing. Does it sound just a little bit like laughter?
Elsewhere around town, Theo can be found searching for the pieces, grumbling to himself. A different crow is sitting on his shoulder, occasionally hopping or flying nearby to help look. Theo's talking to it.]
No, go over there. Higher! You're a bird, don't you have better eyes than people? He's taken almost all the pieces. Just know when I see him next time, I'm gonna wring his neck.
[They stumble across a piece every once in while, but didn't you just get hit with a chess a few minutes ago?]
[[Please just specify if you're approaching the first crow - he can talk to people - or approaching Theo and the other bird!]]
Elsewhere around town, Theo can be found searching for the pieces, grumbling to himself. A different crow is sitting on his shoulder, occasionally hopping or flying nearby to help look. Theo's talking to it.]
No, go over there. Higher! You're a bird, don't you have better eyes than people? He's taken almost all the pieces. Just know when I see him next time, I'm gonna wring his neck.
[They stumble across a piece every once in while, but didn't you just get hit with a chess a few minutes ago?]
[[Please just specify if you're approaching the first crow - he can talk to people - or approaching Theo and the other bird!]]
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He can't play chess. He has no hands. All he does is make a mess of the board.
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[ She holds the knight up in her fingers, but is still keeping an eye on the crow that she is sure is laughing at her. ]
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[This was obviously directed at the crow, who flaps away when caught, making more of those laughing sounds.]
Yeah, yeah, you keep running. Flying. Whatever.
[Theo turns back to Ilsa with a hefty sigh.] Yeah. It's mine.
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So, was that Huginn or Muninn?
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Wrong mythology. That was... Diemos. The jackass.
[He's never given anyone the birds' names before. The other bird - presumably Phobos - sits on Theo's shoulders, cuddled close to his master.]
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Quite a handful, are they?
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That's one way of putting it.
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[ She nods to the bird on his shoulder with a wink. ]
Who knows, they might come up with a new strategy.
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