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Action at the Conservatory

[telepathicignorance]

(So, in the middle of a clearing in the woodlands area of the Conservatory there's a weird tiny house that is way too fancy to just be a doghouse. It's probably a really weird and interesting thing to see from above because it's small enough to be overlooked but obviously artificial enough to stand out among it's surroundings. Look at it. It's like some kind of glorious castle for rodents or ants or something.

And right now, walking up to this weird little forest castle is Sidestep, wearing big thick gloves and carrying some kind of pole and a lidded container.

If they know someone is watching from above, there's no indication.

...They probably have no idea.)

[velocityraptor]

[ Hawks tends to keep himself pretty high in the sky, mostly to stay out of people's sights as much as possible when he's working. He happens to have excellent vision, his mother's influence no doubt. The castle does stand out among the habitats as a bit strange and he drops himself a little lower.

He's just curious, he should still be high enough not to upset any of the animals, that's not his goal.

It's not until he notices Sidestep that he changes his mind. Hawks swoops in, although they might feel the air from his beating wings before he gets his greeting out.

They might look massive on the ground, tucked against his back but spread out like this, beating lazily, his wingspan has to be somewhere near twenty feet across. Hawks doesn't have to land, he just leans down a little bit, waving at them. ]

Hey, how are you today?

[telepathicignorance]

(Sidestep tends not to look at the sky. They're much more of a ground watcher. Avoid looking at anyone. Avoid catching anyone's eye.

They don't see Hawks above them.

Eventually though, they catch it, a feeling of attention, of focus. Shifting. Moving. Toward them?

They look up, trying to spot and--oh.

They stop.)

It's you.

(Mostly nonchalant and mildly surprised. So he actually did it. Huh.)

Christmas Gift

[lucky_e]

To Hawks,

A fellow man of the skies I see! Hohoho! I quite enjoy flying myself, worries the missus though! Ah- well, hopefully this gift will prove useful to you as you soar through the skies!

Happy Holidays,

Santa Claus

[Hawks will be given a new coat, perfect for keeping the biting chill of the wind off of him as he flies! As well as a pair of aviator glasses to go with it! Now he can really fall with style!]

Actually anonymous gift

[telepathicignorance]

(Chris has given out several questionably anonymous gifts to their friends, but this one is actually anon: they even changed up their handwriting to the fancier more formal script they were taught at the farm instead of their usual childish chicken scratch. The box is addressed to Hawks, with no note or anything.

Opening it up reveals none of the gags or affectionate insults that Chris bestows on their actual close friends, just a giftcard for a random restaurant that specializes in meat dishes that looked like it might be good.

This gift serves one purpose and one purpose alone: giving a massive middle finger to whatever assholes decided to enslave this guy, because Sidestep has a compulsive need to tell these sorts of people and organizations to go fuck themselves at every opportunity possible.

They saw how much you were craving the meat they were feeding the mimic. Go eat to your heart's content, dude.)

Action, somewhere on Eltrut

[telepathicignorance]

(They have, to some extent, been avoiding people for the past week or so. Not showing up to work, not calling or texting anyone... it's an unfortunately semi-regular occurrence for them, deciding that friendship was a mistake or getting caught up in something that takes their attention. Or just feeling too awkward to approach one person and thus shunning literally everyone.

The problem with this is that now that they've made the mistake of being friendly with a flier avoiding everyone forever is much harder since one of those people is now up in the sky.

They sense him before they see him, stopping to look up, trying to find what--who--is watching.)

[velocityraptor]

[ Hawks did say he tends to patrol a lot, and that hasn't changed. Even if he's not running around arresting people, mostly because he doesn't know if he should, that doesn't mean he can't get in between some conflicts and diffuse situations, as well as give people a hand with whatever it is they need.

As such, he often has time to just scan the ground below and Chris is in luck! He's not busy at the moment.

Hawks divebombs without much of a thought because he can stop himself before hitting the ground to catch himself and land on his feet, in front of Sidestep, bright smile. ]

Hey!

[telepathicignorance]

(Movement!

They jump back--so fast!--before they register the complete lack of hostility and the very obvious streak of red from the wings.

...They should have expected this.)

Hawks.

(Sidestep looks ...haggard. Like, they're always kind of scrunkly and often have a grumpy face, but they're very clean and their hair is generally sleek and shiny.

They're still clean, at least? Damn, those eyes sure are bloodshot looking. Their hair is really frazzled. Also looks like they might have used makeup to cover a bruise but it got bigger and darker than predicted. Not necessarily a thing people who know them well would worry about, considering all the fights they get into... except usually they manage to avoid hits like that. Also when they bother to use makeup they're generally thorough enough to be perfect.)

Text (at least for now) UN: 🖕nunya🖕

[telepathicignorance]

You healing alright?

(He should probably know their username by now: they've messaged him before and it's ...very recognizeable.)

[velocityraptor]

[ Hawks definitely does - he doesn't forget things like that, unfortunately for them. ]

Yeah, not doing too bad. Barely even hurts when I fly.

[ Flying with broken ribs is a great idea. ]

[telepathicignorance]

Should you really be flying with broken ribs?

(Their eyes are rolling in pure exasperation. It isn't surprising at all that he'd do that.)

Text, un: 🖕 nunya🖕

[telepathicignorance]

Hawks? You awake?

(The text arrives at an ...odd hour. That might be the first clue that something is up.)

[velocityraptor]

[ Hawks is really prompt with his texting, especially since he doesn't have hero work keeping him busy at all hours of the day and night. The only indication that the answer is actually a no is that it takes him five minutes to get an answer back. He's a light sleeper. ]

Yeah I'm up, what's up?

[ What a liar. ]

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[telepathicignorance]

(Normally, they'd care more, but this is... well. They don't want to be awake right now either, but that description...

Blue, with limbs of chitin and metal, impossibly bright tattoos like swirling dots...)

You seen some of the descriptions of the people they're looking for? The ones who escaped the raid on that island?

text | un: BlossomingTide

[withermarked]

[ While Richie has been in touch, he probably hasn't actually pestered Keigo as much as he'd teased about doing. It's a combination of being at least loosely aware of the bounty-hunting missions... and still being just a tiny bit embarrassed about that panic attack.

But it's still not too terribly long before he's hoping to see him again. ]

Hey, I hope your morning's been good. You free today, or sometime soon maybe?

[velocityraptor]

[ He's been legitimately busy for awhile, but that's alright, what he has heard from Richie has been plenty to keep him going. Not everyone would be so understanding, he suspects, but the bounties should end soon. That said, he's working on his own terms so he can do what he wants. ]

I've had three cups of coffee so my morning's going alright. I can be free today, where do you want me?

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[withermarked]

[ Aftermath of this.]

[ This... really isn't the context Richie had pictured when it came to inviting Keigo to spend the night at his apartment.

If he was even going to do that. There's something almost ironic about his reasons for hesitation there now, given his nightmares will almost certainly be worse tonight. But it is what it is. He doesn't really want to be alone, and he's not sure if Keigo should be either; he's pretty sure he can recognise someone acting more alright than they are, from experience.

Whatever ship they ended up hitching a ride back to Nogard on, he spent most of the time quiet; he's quiet as he unlocks his apartment, too. Though instead of just flopping down once inside he'll do a task to keep his hands busy. ]

I'll put a kettle on.

[ He sounds a bit distant. Going through the motions. ]

[velocityraptor]

Yeah, thanks. [ He probably shouldn't have agreed to this, he's terrible company, he knows he is. He compartmentalizes things like crazy and this something he should be feeling but at the moment he's still numb.

Keigo moves and sits at the table, a little uncertain what he should be doing. After a hard day, he'd usually fly. He can't do that.

So, he opts instead to watch Richie, keeping eerily quiet. ]

text | un: BlossomingTide

[withermarked]

So I can't help but notice it's been getting awfully chilly out lately. You want to maybe come over and let me keep you warm for a while?

[ Is he getting better at this whole flirting thing? Extremely debatable. But apparently he is trying. ]

[velocityraptor]

Believe me I noticed. I'd be happy to. I flew for ten minutes today, and I can tell there's a chill in the air.

Winterstide Gift

[withermarked]

[ At some point Keigo will be getting gifts, because it’s Winterstide and his birthday this month which means Faulkner will be taking the excuse to try and spoil him.

One of them is what Faulkner was assured is a nice feather conditioning oil. He has no idea how to really judge that, but it’s from a fancy vendor in one of the birdfolk neighborhoods, so he’s trusting that they know what they’re talking about.

The other is a bit more elaborate: a commission from the Fairy Fire seamstress. It’s a coat tailored for someone with wings, with a warm fluffy lining… and a somewhat loud fabric choice, black with an embroidered sparkly feather pattern in red. There are sequins.

Everything’s addressed to Keigo on a little card with beautiful calligraphy, signed yours, Richard. ]

video; un: BlossomingTide

[withermarked]

[ Richie gives the camera a cheerful grin. Going by the background he's at the Conservatory. ]

Hey. Two questions. You want to come over tonight? I can make us dinner. And uh, second... you mind if there's another guest? This little one keeps tryin' to follow me out the gate today.

[ And he'll turn the phone to show one of the Xolo puppies flopped on the ground, resting her chin on top of his foot in a very inconvenient way. This one's smaller than the rest of her litter, with kind of odd washed out colours. ]

Video

[velocityraptor]

[ Hawks is more than willing to grin brightly and wave at the camera, his background is the sky, so it's probably difficult to tell where he is, he's just gliding around and getting his exercise in. ]

Okay, first question, yes that sounds good. [ Being cooked for is very nice when he's hopeless in the kitchen. ]

I guess I don't mind the dog? [ Is it a dog? ] I'm not planning on doing anything that needs being barked at.

Text | un: noctuagoetia

[noctuagoetia]

Good evening!

I don't know if you remember me but this is Stolas. We met once when I first arrived where I wasn't in the best of places. I do remember your kindness you shown me back then. Recently I have become acquainted with someone you know, Faulkner. He has also been so very kind to me the past few months, sharing sympathy of losing one they loved when they left this place. Which is how your name was brought up! I hope you don't mind me extending correspondence towards you on this matter as well. Birds of a feather, as they say.

I hope this message finds you well.

Text; un: velocityraptor

[velocityraptor]

Hello Stolas!

I do remember you and I hope things are going better for you. Faulkner mentioned that he'd met you and got you hooked up at the Conservatory.

Leaving at random like that, it's not the greatest, it was kind of complicated and sad, but I'm back now. Hopefully for awhile. I don't mind at all, I love chatting with people when I get the chance. I've always been too chatty, ask pretty much anyone.