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[sharpasafawkes]

[Today there's a sparrowhawk suspiciously looking around, then taking a good long pause, almost unsure

-Then he's taking to the sky like it's nobody's business, and yeah, that's a short, rather human laugh out of him.]


((OOC: Open for anyone, forever.))

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[maleborgia]

*guess who's in a good mood since he changed back?

calling from down below:*

Are you still a bird or did you break any more rules lately?

[sharpasafawkes]

[Ever seen a bird look embarrassed? Now you have]

Wait wha- what are you doing? Why didn't I manage to see you down there?

[maleborgia]

You should pay more attention. How do you expect to catch meals when you can't even spot a human while flying above? Or did the change not fix your eyesight? I don't know if you'll be able to find any glasses small enough to perch on your beak.

[sharpasafawkes]

[Taking a sharp dive, and doing pretty well at landing on a branch]

I've got good enough eyesight like this, thanks.

[maleborgia]

*clearly skeptical shrug*

If you say so.

[sharpasafawkes]

Right hand, near the thumb. Got a small scratch about a millimeter there.

[smug bird is smug]

[maleborgia]

*hardly even a glance to check if that's right*

But can you see things further away? We're relatively close.

[bluefalconed]

[totally not working on something that resembles a cage 8>]

[sharpasafawkes]

[Man you know what would be great? Staying airborne until you leave.]

[bluefalconed]

[not happening]

[sharpasafawkes]

[STILL SO AIRBORNE]

That's not what I think it is.

[bluefalconed]

If you think it is a cage, then you are correct.

[sharpasafawkes]

Right. If you don't mind me, I'll be listening to the call of the wild, or whatever I need to do to learn how to live without being caged up. Have fun with your little project, and I hope you use that thing on the cat.

[ovoretherainbow.livejournal.com]

[enjoying the sky himself]

[sharpasafawkes]

[Oh christ what is that.]

[ovoretherainbow.livejournal.com]

[a giant flying demon cannibal. Totally safe-looking, really!]

[sharpasafawkes]

Oh god, someone gave teeth to a jet. What on earth were they thinking?

[ovoretherainbow.livejournal.com]

Dat dis jet needed to eat, ja?

[sharpasafawkes]

...you sound familiar.

[spookmagnet.livejournal.com]

[a few days later, Tony has finally roused from a rather lengthy nap and ventured outside of his room for the first time in, oh, a couple of weeks. He looks a little confused, but oddly, healthier than when he went to sleep - he's gained about twenty much-needed pounds, among other things. How he did that when he's just gone two weeks without food, god only knows. He stands in the hall and calls out:]

-hey, anyone know what day it is? Because either my laptop is lying to me, or something is seriously fucked here. . . . wait, of course something's fucked. How could I forget. I still want to know, though.

[sharpasafawkes]

[sup, tiny injured hawk on the couch]

Around the eleventh. Internet's down still, because I'm not calling this current service internet in the least.

[spookmagnet.livejournal.com]

[pauses, gives the bird a look - then shrugs. Talking birds? Not the weirdest thing in his life right now.] So it really is. Huh. How the fuck do you jam two years into two weeks . . . ? Of course, I'm not in the right time anyways, maybe I shouldn't be thinking so hard about this-

-hey, are you okay?

[sharpasafawkes]

It's something I've heard about, time skipping ahead and all that. And just smashing thank you, I'm sure the chicken who nearly gutted me would agree.

[spookmagnet.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head] A chicken did this to you? [he's standing in front of the couch now, eyes shut, clearly concentrating] That's got to be embarrassing . . . Shaun.

[sharpasafawkes]

They've got this nasty little spur on the back of it's leg, plus they're about twice my size.

Hello Tony, don't tell me that you couldn't tell for a moment there.