open log;

[unguibusetrostro]

WHO: Ronan Lynch and you
WHERE: De Chima
WHEN: rest of June
WHAT: Open log!
WARNINGS: Ronan's mouth.

a; waiting outside with the car

[Because Ronan doesn't really work or go to school, sometimes he can be found with his car - new and matte and black, a sleek but shark nosed car he dreamed, familiar to anyone who lived in Henrietta in shape but not in color.

It's new.

He's sitting against the hood, watching people pass in the street, or more likely, not watching people pass in the street.

He's illegally parked, but just barely - the nose of his car nudging into a spot he shouldn't be. People are talking - albeit more about the imPort, some girls making noises, until one of them asks him for his autograph, and he raises his eyebrows, archly.]

Why the fuck would you want that?

[Possibly best to interrupt before someone gets really upset.]

b; animal shelter of de chima

[Remarkably what he is good at is animals. He's been coming in about two or three hours each day, to walk the dogs and shit, though he's better with the birds. He's not very sociable but at some point the adoption clerk at the desk needs to take fifteen minutes to field a call with her kid's school, so Ronan is at the reception desk making sure that no one is going to come in an kidnap a kitten.

He looks very formidable, except that there is a raven on one shoulder and on the other is a bright blue budgie that he keeps handing toys to.]

c; raven

[There's a raven with white stripes on it's wings - young but fully grown, and big, and it's hopping around one of the parks. He keeps opening his wings, like he's trying to figure out this flying thing. There's another raven up in a nearby tree, calling kerah! every few minutes, and the raven on the ground keeps looking up and hopping, cawing.

He spots you.]

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!

[It's clearly mimicking. Right? Right??]

d; wildcard

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c!

[rathercommon]

[ And flying up is another raven - very similar to him, though smaller, with stripes of more of a silvery color, and no signs of aggression at all. She soars down to land on the ground next to him. And she opens her beak to speak. ]

Hello, there. Is that...Ronan?

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[He looks at this new raven, one that speaks. Chainsaw cries out from her perch - kerah! - and Ronan peers at Kitty.

The fact is he can't actually speak as a raven. He can only do basic calls, single words, but that doesn't mean he can't figure out a way to communicate with Kitty.]

Kitty? Kitty?

[This is annoying, but doable. He opens his wings a bit.]

[rathercommon]

[ She gives a little bob of her head, satisfied. Excellent. She'd thought so, just from his strange behavior; this confirms it. ]

Quite right. Hello, there. Are you ready to learn to fly?

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[He opens his wings, like, well. Yes. Here he is.

And he hops forward a little, but opens them again. Tell him how. Mechanics of flight, please.]

a!

[5055034455]

[Saul knows this kid on sight. Not because they've met before — hell, he's never even noticed him on the network — but because he knows Ronan's type.

And God help Saul, but he just can't seem to resist the siren song of shitheads.

Especially when they're about to cause trouble.

He breezes over as soon as the girl's expression crumbles, pen already in hand.]

Ladies, ladies — please excuse this young man. He's had a long day. Here. [He gestures for a piece of paper, something to sign.] Now I know, I know, I'm not nearly as dreamy as your bad boy here, but you'll get more money for my John Hancock someday. I was on television.

[And then he tosses a look back at Ronan like, No offense. Please play along.]

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[It would be hard to catch him on the network, because Ronan treats the Network like it's made of poison.

But Ronan stares at Saul - who is this asshole - with a baffled expression on his face. The girls are already perking up a little - this isn't as good, because let's face it, they were here to try and start a conversation with the darkly cute guy with the tattoo curling out on his back over his shirt collar and across his shoulders, but hey.

Famous guy?

Apparently?

Good enough.

Ronan watches this impassively.]

You're no king.

[He says it almost dismissively. But it comes out almost as a question.]

[5055034455]

Do I look like royalty to you?

[Saul, in his khaki shorts and polo shirt and sunglasses.

He looks like he belongs at a country club, except for, you know, his face. He flashes a winning smile at the girls — ha-ha, look at all this humility — finishes signing with a flourish, then makes a gentle "move along" gesture.]

I'm just a lawyer-turned-television judge-turned-regular judge-turned-freelancing legal consultant. A mouthful, I know, but my career's a long and varied one. Gotta have a title to match, eh?

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That's a fucking disaster of a title.

[Ronan Lynch is not precisely what anyone might term civil. He looks Saul over.]

What do you want?

[No one just steps in like that out of the goodness of their heart. No one.]

b.

[oddbod]

[The door to the shelter jingles as Clara walks in, and - oh, hey, there's a new face. She gives Ronan an irritatingly bright smile as she deposits a ball of caramel-colored fluff on the floor. There's no way that's a real cat, no way at all. Its face looks like something's backside.]

Hello! [A little wave as she goes to sign in.] I don't think I've seen you around here. I'm Clara.

[She deals with irritable teenagers for a living. That face of his isn't going to scare her off from being a ray of sunshine.]

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[He gives the budgie another toy, but the budgie is holding it and staring at the cat. The cat is staring at Chainsaw. Chainsaw is staring at Clara.]

What the fuck is that thing.

[Ronan is staring at the cat.]

[oddbod]

Pudding.

[That's her answer. Pudding seems to resent both the remark and the heavy bird presence, and continues waddling. Still a kitten, his legs haven't grown quite enough to accommodate his perfectly round body.

Clara signs her name, sets her bag down - and only then does she fully take notice of the goddamn raven sitting on this teenager's shoulder. Her body language goes stiff all at once, and she takes in a sharp, panicked breath. Her eyes seem to go through a quick, silent journey - fear, understanding, relief. Finally, she relaxes.]

Is that- Is that your bird?

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[Chainsaw is currently trying to steal the toy from the budgie on Ronan's other shoulder.]

Yeah, she's mine.

[He's very protective of his perfect raven daughter.]

Chainsaw, that isn't your shit, don't be a dick.

[She caws at Ronan, and then looks at Clara.]

Got a problem with it?

C - June 20th

[dirtyredneck]

Yeah, fuck you, too.

[Daryl called back, an amused smile on his lips as he paused in his current trek through the park.]

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[Oh, hey, he knows that guy. And so does Chainsaw - she crows at him, and Ronan hops closer, closer, and opens his beak. He doesn't seem to open it to ask for anything, but almost to say hello.

And then he emits the loudest screech he can, and gives the equivalent of a raven cackle as he comes closer.

This guy wouldn't hurt a bird.]

[dirtyredneck]

[Well, he wouldn't hurt a raven. At least not right now. He wasn't starving for dinner and he didn't need any feathers for fletching his bolts. At the hopping and the scream, Daryl grinned outright and gave a snort. The closest thing to laughter he ever really got.]

You like that, huh?

[He lifted his chin and started toward the bird, slow and careful. It was acting curious, but that didn't mean it was friendly or wouldn't run away at his approach. Even if ravens were known to be pretty fearless little fuckers.]

I ain't got no food on me...

[Daryl still reached a hand into his pocket and pulled out a bottle cap he'd kept because it'd been interesting. Nice and shiny one side.]

But I got this if you're collecting.

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[He comes closer, tilts his head, hops. And hops. And-

Oh, shiny.

He doesn't know why his bird brain is interested in shiny things, but it is. It's like he has some instincts that he can't help. He comes in closer and spreads his wings, and reaches for the bottle cap, taking it in his beak.]

c+d kind of

[dreamkid]

[ It's been a few days since the end of Billy's spell; everyone and everything has returned to normal.

Except. Matthew has been a little quiet. Not quite enjoying the start of his summer vacation as much as might be expected. Eating one less bowl of cereal than usual in the mornings. If he were the type of boy who actually got sick, that would be a plausible explanation for the behavior, but he's really not that type of boy.

This morning he woke up early, helped feed the animals, and headed into town to visit his church, which is not unusual. He's been for confession a handful of times since his arrival (though what Matthew Lynch has to confess is anyone's guess), but today he has something else on his mind.

After he leaves, that's when he spots the raven hopping around. ]

Hey, pal.

[ He gives the bird a smile, just a watt or two short of its usual brilliance. ]

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[The truth is he's been a little bit worried about Matthew. He's been a little bit less glowing than usual.

He's been a bit more sedate.

It's been something that Ronan had noticed but hadn't done anything about. Yet.

He sees Matthew, though, and hops over to him carefully. Matthew is special. Chainsaw is already swooping in to say hello.]

[dreamkid]

Chainsaw!

[ Matthew recognizes her immediately and raises an arm in greeting, giving her a safe, easy place to land. ]

You made a friend?

[ Even as he says it, he's putting her on his shoulder and kneeling down, holding out his other hand to the other raven. This reminds him a little of before, when Ronan's powers made birds follow Matthew around.

He smiles again, almost laughs at the thought. Almost. ]

a

[quaerit]

[ Gansey is in the passenger seat, for the main reason that this car is new and he wants Ronan to show him how it goes. The interruption of the teenage girls makes him wince, and look out at them with an apology waiting in the wings before Ronan even says anything. ]

Lynch, they just want to see an import in the flesh. Could you set your weapons to stun, please?

[ He sounds very polite, which means there is strength and the hint of warning in his voice. Then his eyes switch to the girls. ]

We'll be out of your way in a moment. No autographs today, ladies.

[ Or ever, actually, if you're Gansey. He finds that whole element of living here embarrassing, regardless of Kitty's attempts to make him play to the crowd. Playing to the crowd is something he thinks his family would do, and so it is something Richard Gansey III will not be seen doing for anything. ]

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[He rolls his eyes - in his opinion, that was his weapon set to stun, Gansey. He looks over at Gansey, though.]

You're so nice.

[He says nice like he's saying you probably have fleas.]

You're going to pick something up in the street.

[Like a venereal disease.]

[quaerit]

[ Gansey takes that for the insult it is. ]

If I were nice I'd sign their papers. I'm polite. It wouldn't kill you to try it.

[ But that's not really Ronan, and Gansey doesn't say it with any expectation that he'll do it. He leans back in his seat, trying not to catch the eye of any fangirls. ]

You ought to be glad it's just autograph books they're throwing at you. Some of them have art, it's awful.

( c. )

[aberth]

[ They're meeting for lunch.

That's the plan, at least. But Adam gets there a little early and finds Ronan in his more strange form, sharp bird words thrown about him like bullets. He watches, an impossible smile curving over his lips as a woman clucks her tongue in admonishment and hurries her child out of the park. Laughing, Adam sinks into the bench she'd vacated just as Chainsaw spots him. Swooping down, the quieter of ravens lands heavily on his shoulder, fluffing at his hair with her beak. ]

The company you keep. [ His accent is soft and unconfined for a reason. Adam pretending to be just as offended as the previous occupant. ] Gosh.

[ But he's smiling at Ronan even as he dumps his paper bag beside him. ]

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[He spots Adam and hops his way.]

Adam, Adam, Adam.

[Parrish is a lot harder as a raven. It's the only time he calls Adam by his first name, really. He flaps and manages to hop and get enough lift to sit next to him on the park bench, and opens his wings a little, opens his beak.

He figured he would take a minute and practice, since he's here. He looks so pleased, his feathers fluffing up a little.]

[aberth]

You're traumatising the locals.

[ But Ronan is coming closer, hopping on to the bench and Adam can't help that his smile gets a little brighter. ] Learning though, so there's something.

[ He lifts a hand to run two fingers over the top of the raven's head before he grabs his lunch bag again. He's starving and he doesn't mind it if Ronan wants to stay that way he doesn't mind it. ]