52nd Resurrection

[sanctus_dei]

Action A: [Some of you might have noticed your Christmas light and decorations going missing. None of the big or heavy things, like lawn ornaments, but things like tinsel, small wreaths, strings of lights and the like are disappearing. Or maybe you'll catch the culprits in the act - two large crows who quietly chatter and squawk at one another, as if talking. They might be un-stringing your lights with their beaks and claws, or trying to figure out a way to lift a larger decoration, or both trying to pick up a wreath so they can carry it together. Do you investigate? Catch them? Chase them off?]

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Action B: [The bird thieves are not hiding their spoils, dumping them on the lawn and porch of 337 Brady Lane. Once they've collected enough, they caw loudly to get their master's attention. Theo comes out to argue with them.]

What the hell are you doing?

[One of the birds cheerfully flaps while holding a string of lights in his beak. The other caws at Theo.]

Because I don't give a damn about Christmas. Where did you get all of these?!

[Feel free to approach/accost/etc.!]

Comments

B

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Passing by, Marisa snickers.]

Your familiars are being ornery, ze. Might want to watch out that they don't steal anything from the hellraven's territory.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

They're about to get their feathery asses kicked.

Hellraven?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

The hellraven's name is Okuu and she's from the Underworld of Gensokyo. She's really big, really powerful and really stupid.

And territorial. Birds and all...

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

And in town, I'm guessing. Hnn. You two hear that? Steal from the wrong person and you'll have to deal with her yourself.

[Phobos cocks his head, fidgeting nervously. Deimos puffs up, showing he's not afraid of anyone.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Yup. Thankfully, I don't think she's gotten her third leg back yet, but I steer clear of her anyways. Just because I've kicked her ass once before doesn't mean I want to have to do it again.

[She reaches into her bag and finds a partially eaten sandwich. She crumbles up one of the pieces of bread and holds her hand out, offering the bread to the birds.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

third leg? Hnn. A demon bird... [Demons were something Theo hadn't studied. Since being in Mayfield, he wishes he had.]

[Oh, the crows are always happy for free food. Deimos immediately flies over for some, and Phobos will after a moment.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Yeah, a hellraven. She ate a dead fire god and gained his powers.

[Marisa lets the crows eat, reaching out with her other hand to gently run her fingertips over the feathers on the top of their heads.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Sounds charming. Makes me wish I had more texts regarding demons. You ever get any books from home?


[Deimos sure doesn't mind being pet, but Phobos will need some more warming up first. Food is good for that.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Marisa can be patient when she wants.]

Not really. I got my potions lab back and some texts with that, but none of my tomes.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Hnn. I got an alchemy set back, but it's a basic one. It was my first one.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Oh, my lab's far more advanced than that. If that's all I'd gotten back after that I'd be majorly pissed, ze.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure why they sent it to me. They sent a bunch of shit my old mentor gave me. Probably just to piss me off.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Sounds like something this place would do, ze. But anyways, if you find you need potions or find some cool reagents, give me a poke.

[And out comes the other half of the sandwich for the crows.]

So what are their names?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I may have to. Things like that are hard to come by here.

Phobos and Deimos.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Did you name them yourself or did they tell you their names?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I named them. Part of the process of making them into familiars.