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maskormenacelogs2020-06-15 12:45 pm
onblackwings) wrote in maskormenacelogs2020-06-15 12:45 pm
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WHO: Cassidy n Khisanth
WHERE: Some dark alley in Maurtia Falls
WHEN: 6/15
WHAT: spying on a new friend
WARNINGS: probably not!
[ There's something interesting about Cassidy, and Khisanth would very much like to figure out just what it is. Is he hiding something? Maybe. Is he in hiding, in the way Khisanth is? Also maybe. She's decided to take the day to find out, which is why she's currently a black-feathered crow, circling above the back alleyway Cassidy has chosen to speak to someone in.
An odd place for a conversation, admittedly. They're right next to the dumpster, which Khisanth can smell from here isn't a pleasant scent. There's some kind of furtive conversation, an exchange of goods, and the other guy excuses himself with a swiftness that suggests nothing legal has happened here.
Curiosity further piqued, Khisanth lands herself on the edge of the roof above Cassidy and calls down a raspy, avian accusation at him. She expects to be ignored, most people around here ignore birds, but it's rude not to say hello. ]
WHERE: Some dark alley in Maurtia Falls
WHEN: 6/15
WHAT: spying on a new friend
WARNINGS: probably not!
[ There's something interesting about Cassidy, and Khisanth would very much like to figure out just what it is. Is he hiding something? Maybe. Is he in hiding, in the way Khisanth is? Also maybe. She's decided to take the day to find out, which is why she's currently a black-feathered crow, circling above the back alleyway Cassidy has chosen to speak to someone in.
An odd place for a conversation, admittedly. They're right next to the dumpster, which Khisanth can smell from here isn't a pleasant scent. There's some kind of furtive conversation, an exchange of goods, and the other guy excuses himself with a swiftness that suggests nothing legal has happened here.
Curiosity further piqued, Khisanth lands herself on the edge of the roof above Cassidy and calls down a raspy, avian accusation at him. She expects to be ignored, most people around here ignore birds, but it's rude not to say hello. ]
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With a slap of hands and a toothy grin of farewell, Cass turns his attention to the small handful of baggies, apparently in no real rush to escape the wafting stink of days old take out that fragrances the alleyway.
Old take out and... the other scent hits him at the same time as the squawk, his gaze turning upwards as he squints in accusation at the bird.]
Oi, don't you start. Was a totally legitimate transaction. [Talking to animals isn't unusual for him at the best of times.]
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You're not as subtle as you think, y'know that? Yer the only thing not smelling like shite around here and I'm 'sposed to believe that's normal for a bird, eh?
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Once there she weighs her options, debating the merits of staying silent. He might just think he'd been wrong, right? Or possibly he might get annoyed, and a crow's light body isn't very defensible.
She croaks low and ragged, and it turns into words: ] In a city of imPorts, anything is possible.
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One of me exes could do that. Rsven, usually, but you ain't fancy enough to be him, I'd recognise that pompous bastard a mile off.
[Unapologetic for that mild insult on her lack of fanciness, moving to lean an elbow on the corner of the dumpster near to her.]
So what's the story then? Spying on a poor, innocent imPort like meself. Not a cop, are yeh? Don't smell like pork to me.
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Was it smell? That you knew me by.
[ What does she smell like right now? She could pick out the garbage from above, and there are a few new scents that may come from this guy, but she's not sure what she smells like. ]
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We've met before, yeah? You got that stench of familiarity, love.
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The crow considers him for a few more seconds, then, quite suddenly, it isn't a crow anymore. She moves forward just enough so that when her human form replaces the small and feathery one, she's standing (barefoot and naked) on the dirty ground, back straight and arms to her sides. ]
Hm. It seems you're right.
[ She offers a subdued smile and holds out one hand; a small flame dances at the tip of her finger in offering. ]
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There's the briefest moment of uncertainty, surprised more than bashful, but then he sees that offered flame and leans towards it with a grin.]
Might just be one of the coolest entrances I've seen in a long time. [Total approval muttered around his joint as lingers just long enough to get it lit. And then he's back to a lazy lean on the dumpster barely sparing a quick once over. He sure does appreciate the naked form, but he's no lech.]
You just follow all sortsa folk into alleys, or am I special boy?
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I've heard some interesting things about you. [ She says it with her head cocked with that same curiosity the crow had held. ] I thought I might come and see for myself.
[ She moves to step forward — but instantly there's a flinch and a yelp, a quick jump off of the broken glass she's just stepped into. ] Ow! Godsdamned —
[ maybe turning into a naked lady in a shady back alley was not her brightest idea. ]
84 years later
[His attempt at acting cool, calm and collected with that jaunty joint hanging from his lips swiftly evaporates as he spots the misstep, lurching forward to try and help support her with an arm looping around her back.]
Y-you okay, love? Is that blood? You bleedin'?
[Stupid set of questionsquestion, really.]
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Sharply: ] I'm fine.
[ God, why do things hurt so much more when she's a human? This sucks. She scowls, and balances with her lean on him to lift a foot and pluck out a few shards of glass. ]
Cities are filthy places, I should expect that by now. [ The closest she'll ever come to admitting maybe this is her bad for not wearing shoes in a nasty back alley. ]
back on the bullshit
You're not wrong there. Probably should get that cleaned up, speakin' of filth. I-it's not safe to be bleeding everywhere like that.
[Especially near a vampire!! Okay, no, he's got more self control than that. thank fuck. Tempting as the smell is.]
You live nearby, or you just come all this way out here to stalk me?
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[ She says it with a derisive little huff, meant to imply the idea of traveling to stalk someone is ridiculous — he doesn't need to know just how easy travel is for her, and that she'd cross continents for curiosity's sake. She sets her foot down again gently with a wince. ]
Are you? [ And then, with a little more curiosity: ] Are there drinks at your place?
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[There's some awkward shifting to bring himself more towards her side as if he's about to help her limp out, and then slow realisation she's straight up nakey still. Hm, could cause some problems.]
Shite, you didn't happen to bring any clothes, did yeh? Don't think me jacket will cover most the essentials there. Oh! Or we could fly there?! Yer tiny birdie feet gonna manage that?
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Flatly: ] If I had clothing, I would be wearing it.
[ ... wait a sec. She glances over, attention suddenly sharpening. ]
"We"?
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Oh, so you been keepin' tabs on me but you don't know that? Nice to know I still got a few secrets. Here, check this.
[He at least has the forethought to lead her the step or two it takes to put her near a dumpster for support, because swiftly after her human leaning point shifts with a flutter of feathers into a truly scruffy looking magpie. It's a wonder he can even fly, but he awkwardly manages to remain about head height with some frantic wing flaps. The voice that follows somehow doesn't come with any beak movements. Telepathic?! Who the fuck knows, he sure don't.]
Now c'mon, you able to change with that wound of yers or not?
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Haughtily: ] It's a mild inconvenience, not a wound.
[ She takes a step forward, which turns quickly into a flutter of black wings. Her crow's shape lands at the edge of the dumpster she'd leaned on, its weight off of one of its talons. Her creaking crow's voice most certainly does involve beak movement: ]
Lead the way.
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[Is it even possible for magpies to roll their eyes or grin, because this one sure did make an attempt at it. But then he's off with a flutter, a raggedy feather falling out in his wake because he's a mess even in bird form. The imPort housing is relatively close by, which is probably for the best considering Cassidy's questionable flying skills, but after a few near misses of poles and trees, he makes a beeline towards his old housing.]
Open window! [His smooth attempt at dive bombing through said ground floor window fails beautifully as he instead flies head first into the glass pane alongside it, flopping for a second onto the windowsill before bouncing back up as a ball of feathers and hopping awkwardly inside.
There's no time wasted in his form, instead shifting back into human form the moment there's space to and still wearing his clothes! Somehow! Magical.]
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Khisanth soars after him like she was born for it, even on tiny little crow wings. She makes some scoff of a caw as Cassidy's antics, particularly at the failure with the window. She swoops neatly in a few seconds later, executes a perfect landing, and turns back — without clothes, of course. She eyes his with a frown; they've stolen a bit of her smugness. ]
How do you do it with clothing?
[ She's not, to be fair, completely nude — she's got her favorite necklace of tiny swords and skulls, crowned with a little glowing globe. She'd learned how to bring that with her pretty quick. ]
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[He peers down at his fully clothed self and then to her naked form, back and forth a few times before offering up an unhelpful shrug.]
Dunno to be honest, just sorta happens. Whatever I'm wearing stays that way. Or maybe when I shift I got this tiny little closet I take with me in me little bird pockets.
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Give me a shirt.
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This way, pretty naked lady, to me room.
[He leads her through the generic ImPort housing layout, briefly realising he recognises almost nothing about the house. None of his old roommates live there any more, none of them are even in this world any more, but his room has been kept and doesn't appear to be interfered with... not that there's much in there to interfere with beyond the odd pile of mess.]
Probably got some trousers for yeh in here some place too. [He comments as he plucks a shirt from over the post of his bed and gives it a sniff.]
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This is just to try shapechanging with. I have my own clothes to get back to.
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You jealous I can do something you can't, love?
[Mild amusement as he rifles through the open wardrobe near to his bed, snatching a clean but over sized tee, balling it up and tossing it her way. It'll likely be nearly dress sized for her, which might be for the best considering her current lack of covering.]
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[ Yes it absolutely is. She catches that shirt out of the air, examines it briefly, then pulls it on without thanks. ]
I want to learn what you know, that's all.
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[Speaking of bleeding... He may have forgotten about that foot briefly, but the smell of fresh blood is hard to ignore for long, and his gaze drifts slowly down to the trail she's left.]
Need to get you fixed up.
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In a moment.
[ First she closes her eyes, taking a moment to breathe deeply and center herself, just like her teachers have taught. She settles into a relaxed stance, focusing her mind not only on the animal she'll become, but the shirt she wants to keep with her.
To an outside observer, though, this definitely just looks like standing silently in the middle of Cassidy's bedroom with her eyes closed. ]
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You're putting far too much thought into this. Just let it happen. What if you think about a little bird wearin' what yer wearing, would that help at all?
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Well. She'll try it.
In nearly an instant her human form disappears, replaced by the sleek black form of a crow -- looking much less impressive than it might usually, swamped in a person-sized t-shirt as it is. She flaps a few times, then gives a displeased croak. ]