41st Resurrection

[sanctus_dei]

[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!]]

Comments

This is shana's trollface.

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

Trouble?

Thunk! Ow!

[ooeeooahah]

Hey!

[ Ilsa picks up the knight, and glares at the bird. ]

Rude! [ Muttering, ] Though it could have been worse.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[This is Theo's Go Away face]

No. Just idiot familiars.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[The bird flaps a bit, and looks smug. He flies down a bit closer to Ilsa.]

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

Why don't you just tell them what to do?

[ooeeooahah]

[ She moves just enough so she is not directly under the bird. ]

[ Holding up the knight, ] If you steal the shiny, you should hold on to it. Now I have to find the rest of the set.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Because!

[He doesn't actually like bossing them around like that. He *likes* them having their own personalities, not just having them be mindless automatons.]

These familiars don't... I highly doubt he knows where he dropped them all anyway.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He dances back and forth a bit where he stands. He'd like that piece back... so he can throw it at someone else.]

[ooeeooahah]

Nu, little trickster! 's mine, now!

[ She closes the chess piece in her hand, and scans the immediate area for irate players, thinking of places where the rest of the set might be. ]

Theo

[fatesjanitor.livejournal.com]

[Archer is quietly watching by, knowing at this point Theo and Gil are connected as Master-Servant. However, he makes no moves to help nor to really talk. He is genuinely curious about his ramblings though.]

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

Well, I'll help you find them if you need help then.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Seems like the owner has just turned the corner - a small young man with another crow on his shoulder, looking around. He's talking to the bird too.]

He can't play chess. He has no hands. All he does is make a mess of the board.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[The crow with Theo is one of his familiars, so if Archer can understand magical creatures, he'll get both sides of the conversation. If not, it's still pretty obvious from Theo's end.]

Yeah, you crows and your shiny things... they're not even that shiny, you know. They're wooden. He just did it to be spiteful!

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

No, it's fine. I've found half of them already.

[ooeeooahah]

I would guess this is yours, then?

[ 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. ]

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

All right.

[she shrugs.]

So how are things in general?

[fatesjanitor.livejournal.com]

[Archer can tell it's a familiar, but has no way of understanding it. Though one thing is clear, so Archer quickly goes into spirit mode and reappears by a near by wall thing (tree bark, pole, whatever) and speaks.]

Looking for something?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Ow! Son of a bitch...[Ken just got hit in the head with a pawn. He looks up at the crow with an annoyed face.]

See if you get tin foil balls next time! [Yes he sorta recognizes this crow.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Oh, just peachy. [That couldn't be sarcasm, could it]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Hnn? Oh. Yeah. I-- There you are, jackass!

[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.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Sneak up on the paranoid guy, good idea. He jumps back a bit, frowning at Archer.]

The hell--?! Yeah, so what?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Precisely why he chose to throw one at you! The crow caw loudly, then lands on a parking meter close to Ken. It caws again. Hi!]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Does he have some sort of troll target painted on his back?]

Oh so you're a wise guy eh? [He snorts and pokes a finger at it, but is careful not to actually touch.] You can't go throwing things at people. [Yes. He's lecturing the crow. He doesn't know why and he doesn't really expect it to understand but...]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He can understand Ken just fine, actually! Comprehension is a totally different ballgame though. What the bird knows is that you're a fun guy. He jumps down and picks the dropped pawn, then flies back onto the parking meter.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken's just gonna sigh. Crows gonna crow.]

Anyways, you're not usually by yourself. Where's your brother and Theo?