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[fierybluebird]

[Marco is wandering around campus about to do Disciplinary Committee Rounds and whistling to himself. As he whistles, occasionally a few birds come and land on his head or shoulders or arms and whistle and tweet back to them. In fact, by all appearances he appears to be talking directly to them. Still he continues walking around, deadpan as can be, as though there was perfectly nothing strange about being surrounded by a bunch of birds asking why he has to be out so late and are phoenixes related to owls, and hey where's that loaf of bread he promised? They've got babies to feed you know!]

So long as you hush when I'm sneaking up on someone you can have a hotdog too, okay?

[One bird keeps tweeting an objection to this. She doesn't like hotdogs.]

Fine, you can have fruit.

[This seems to quiet her down.]

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[vanadiel-knight.livejournal.com]

[Someone's coming back from the training center, spear in hand and wiping her forehead with a towel draped around her shoulders. When she sees this tall man covered in feathery rashes all over his body, she unsuccessfully tries to stifle a laugh.]

Well you're popular.

[fierybluebird]

[Whistles calmly to them so they don't instantly take off in fear.]

Eh, it's not hard. [Pets a few gently on the head.] They were keeping me company back when I first got stuck here. Reminds me of home.

[redcinemareel]

[Grell wasn't one to listen to rules, let alone curfew. He is actually outside, writing in his diary under the moonlight when he hears singing.

Specifically birds singing. At night.

Grell goes to investigate and LO AND BEHOLD! It's Marco surrounded by birds. Not so surprising now.]

Having fun, dearest?

[fierybluebird]

Mm-hm. I was just whistling when they decided to join me.

[A few of them take off because Grell is kind of terrifying, but a few are brave enough to stay since Marco is still calm and relaxed at least.]

[redcinemareel]

[It's weird to see so many on a person. A bit creepy, even. Not that Grell minded that. He watches a few fly away, tilting his head to the side at the others that remained.]

I'm surprised they're up.

[vanadiel-knight.livejournal.com]

[She'll stay a little ways away, well aware that if birds don't try to kill her, they're probably frightened of her.]

I see. Do they have names?

[fierybluebird]

They wanted to know why I am. Besides, this is a nighthawk. [Also why it didn't fear Grell, being a predator himself.]

[fierybluebird]

[Tilts his head to the side and deadpans various names... completely in bird-language of whistles and calls.]

They're hard to translate.

[vanadiel-knight.livejournal.com]

... it's... alright. They'd probably lose a lot of charm in translation anyway. [She's giving you that look again that says she's not sure what to make of it but, hell, she'll go along with it anyway.]

[fierybluebird]

[He's gotten quite used to that look over the years.]

Mm. They're basic bird names for bird concepts, eh? Things like spring, or early dawn, or night shadow, or beauty, or air currents. [Looks like he's off in another world for a moment before he sends the birds off to perch somewhere else.] Just come from the training hall?

[vanadiel-knight.livejournal.com]

Oh. [Have a look of surprise. That sounds a lot more... amazing than she gave them credit for. After a moment, she smiles contentedly again. The world, even one not her own, never ceases to amaze.]

Yeah, just taking a break from all the books. What about you?

[redcinemareel]

Who would have guessed this breed would be here. [Steps closer, wanting a better look, but didn't want to get bitten.]

[fierybluebird]

Disciplinary Committee rounds. Someone's got to do it.

[fierybluebird]

There's a lot of birds like the ones at home. Not all of them though. I guess some of the evolution patterns are similar, but with my world, the islands section pieces off so each island has species onto itself usually. Creates a lot more diversity.

[Holds the nighthawk up towards Grell carefully where it tilts its head and clicks it beak saying something to Marco.]

[bendthis.livejournal.com]

Mmmm hotdogs.

[The voice floats from the darkness--spooky!

Or... not.

Because here's Sokka, laying on the ground and staring up at the moon. He's half-asleep, still half-dead from being sick, and somehow not where he should be though maybe he doesn't know it yet.]

[redcinemareel]

I'd love to see an owl though. Some reapers can talk to birds. Not sure how, but we don't question what isn't broken. [Reaches out a tentative hand, wanting to pet the nighthawk before pausing when it started conversing with Marco.]

...what?

[vanadiel-knight.livejournal.com]

"Disciplinary Committee?"

[fierybluebird]

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Sokka? [Marco is still deadpan but he's actually pretty worried about the guy... for good reason.]

[bendthis.livejournal.com]

[Headtilt.] Marco? What are you doing in my bedroom? The moon's pretty tonight.

[fierybluebird]

Yeah, we make sure people aren't breaking the basic rules here. Curfew. Out of bound areas. Stuff like that.

[Because Marco is clearly the poster boy for legalities.]

[fierybluebird]

There honestly aren't many owls around here. I can't figure out why. My guess is they just don't like the ocean and there's not enough land prey here.

He says your coloring reminds him of a cardinal, but you smell like blood. She wanted to know if that's what it was from. [Shrugs, deadpan and very carefully picks up Grell's hand a higher height than his so that the nighthawk will move over to Grell.]

[fierybluebird]

Uh, Sokka. This is outside. You can't see the moon from your room. Probably.

Do you know how you got here?

[bendthis.livejournal.com]

Pffffft.





... No.

[fierybluebird]

Are you okay?

[vanadiel-knight.livejournal.com]

[She... looks at you. You are not the first person she'd think of when it came to enforcing rules.]