sharpasafawkes | (no subject)

[Shifting a little nervously, WHAT WHAT WAS THAT THOUGHT PROCESS.]

Turnbull?

He's the one who built the consulate. Technically, I'm just his guest.

That's an impressive project for him. Did he have help, or was he just the industrious sort?

I believe most of the work is his own. He has been here for several years and he's quite good with his hands.

[kneading his talons in slightly to get a better grip, shaking his head to clear it]

That's still quite something. He's managed to build something nice in the middle of this godforsaken farmland.

I believe it was still a swamp at the time. *stopping for a moment to tuck the chicken under his arm ugh* Sit in my hand. You're going to pass out. *pressing his now free hand against his chest to apply pressure to the wound*

[Yeah uh, doing just that, because the world was starting to get a bit fuzzy for a moment there.]

So it might be a bit more serious than I thought.

It should only be a couple more minutes. We can bandage it properly once we get there. Can you still focus?

For the most part, but I couldn't tell you some of the more underresearched history right now.

And visually?

Tell me about your England, my time.

Bit fuzzy, I'll manage though.

Let's see. Henry Tudor was about to get himself married off to... no. No that's 1505 isn't it? You're younger than that...

1491. You don't have to talk about the exact year, though.

No that's an interesting year since Henry the eighth was born, and he helped seperate the Roman Catholic church from England proper. Not that we don't still have it, but if I've got to choose I lean towards the church of england side. Henry could be a rotten sort, but at least he did one thing right.

[Shaking his head again] Damn vision...

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How would you describe the difference between the two churches?

...england's more reform, like women can get pretty far up the ladder these days. And services adapt to the times a bit more than the Catholic church. I'm painting a broad stripe about it, but the history is facinating...

*...wow shaun sounds spacey. walking rather faster, getting quite close now.*

Do you go to church often?

Stopped going a while ago. More than... two years I think?

Why did you stop going?

The consulate is right over there.

One of my priests liked to say I knew too much, in a way, he was right.

[Yeah man, this bird is near deadweight.]

*considering that as he lets them into the building. goes into the kitchen and sets Shaun and the chicken down on the counter. quickly takes apart the more soiled of the two gloves, ripping it at the seams and then finding a knife to cut the material into sufficient strips. flips Shaun over onto his back unconscious bird is unconscious and carefully pushes the feathers back to take a look at the wound, considers for a moment, then carefully uses the knife again to cut them short around the bloodied area before tying the strips of material carefully and tightly over it.

lays Shaun out and then sets about plucking and washing the chicken. :|b*

[Breathing a little quickly while out cold, but it doesn't seem to be getting any worse, so. Victory!

...also somewhere in that little passed out head there might be the small feeling of relief that he's not ending up in the oven.]

*just going to be over here, DIYing some dinner until someone more skilled comes in to take charge*

[I'm so going to awake to the smell of smoke, aren't I?

Or yanno, wake up hours later, as one does.]

*nope. going to wrap it in a paper towel and stick it in the freezer.*

Shaun. *slight prod*

[This would be a slightly pained sound, yes]