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Log - OTA
Who: Hunter + Flapjack, and you
When: January
Where: All around
Summary: Flapjack wants to be creepy. (Flapjack is not creepy.)
Warnings: Blanket CW for child abuse, animal abuse/injury; talk of gun violence
[Don't look now, but there's a bird standing on your windowsill staring in - a small, scarred, bright red cardinal.
Or maybe you hear something scratching or pecking on the glass and...oh. He's supposed to fly away before he's seen. Crap. Perhaps the panicked flurry of feathers is unnerving?
Or are you being followed by a persistent chirp that is trying so very hard to be menacing?
Or maybe you are lucky enough to witness a white sheet struggling and flopping between trees before dropping to the ground. A sad little lump is trying to find its way out.
No matter what or where, Hunter is nearby - hiding just under the window, tucked up in the bushes, crouched behind a tree - ready to swoop in and grab the cardinal should anything go wrong.
He'll cradle his bird in his hands and Flapjack will chirp at him, and he'll sigh.]
I'm sorry, but you aren't very intimidating.
When: January
Where: All around
Summary: Flapjack wants to be creepy. (Flapjack is not creepy.)
Warnings: Blanket CW for child abuse, animal abuse/injury; talk of gun violence
[Don't look now, but there's a bird standing on your windowsill staring in - a small, scarred, bright red cardinal.
Or maybe you hear something scratching or pecking on the glass and...oh. He's supposed to fly away before he's seen. Crap. Perhaps the panicked flurry of feathers is unnerving?
Or are you being followed by a persistent chirp that is trying so very hard to be menacing?
Or maybe you are lucky enough to witness a white sheet struggling and flopping between trees before dropping to the ground. A sad little lump is trying to find its way out.
No matter what or where, Hunter is nearby - hiding just under the window, tucked up in the bushes, crouched behind a tree - ready to swoop in and grab the cardinal should anything go wrong.
He'll cradle his bird in his hands and Flapjack will chirp at him, and he'll sigh.]
I'm sorry, but you aren't very intimidating.
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Said eyes widen slightly. Not in fear, but recognition. After a moment, she gets up to open the window.)
You're a palisman, aren't you?
(She's heard of palismen... and she's pretty sure she's seen this one before.)
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There's a heavy sigh and a rustle from under the window, and soon enough a blond head pops into view. Hunter scoops up the cardinal and tries to, unsuccessfully, shush him. He settles for sticking the bird on the top of his head before casting a curious look at the person inside.]
You know about palismen?
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Edalyn told me about them when I explained a bit about AI creation and my original function. (She rests her arms on the windowsill, and her chin on her hands.) You're the ...Golden Guard, right?
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He shakes his head.] Not...anymore. My name is Hunter.
[The bird on his head chirps.] And this is Flapjack.
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(The title was stupid anyway, but she doesn't say this.)
I'd ask about the change but I already have a pretty good guess, and if it's right, you probably don't want to talk about it. (She wrinkles her nose a little. She's had experience with cults, and the way he talked previously, it sounded like he was in one.)
So ...is there a reason you came to my window, or ...?
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He looks embarrassed.]
Oh! Sorry about that. Flapjack is trying to "feed his Entity". [Flapjack makes a cheerful affirmative, though Hunter doesn't seem all too thrilled with the idea.]
I told him it's stupid...Ow! [Flap has a hunk of hair in his beak and is giving it a hard tug.] Stop it. It is stupid.
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It's not just stupid, it's dangerous. Have you seen the avatars at Bonnie's?
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You're Hunter's bird! The one with the ridiculous name!
[ Fuck, what was it, Pancake? Waffle? Toast? Whatever, what matters is that he told Eda he'd keep an eye out for the kid and here's his bird! But it's not like she'll believe him if he shows up without any proof or anything.
So don't mind Hickey as he opens up his window and immediately goes to try and scoop up Flapjack himself, absolutely unaware that Hunter's nearby and is watching him do this. ]
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Hunter abandons his hiding spot and launches himself at the window. He succeeds in landing half in, half out, with one hand outstretched.]
Hey! Let him go!
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Glad to see you're back. Clawthorne was worried, you know.
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He rights himself off the window and feels Flapjack settle on his shoulder.]
I don't recall being here before, so if we knew each other, I'm sorry. I don't remember you.
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Then let's start this over. [ and NOT TALK ABOUT THE FACT that he's kind of miffed Hunter doesn't remember him ] Name's Cornelius Hickey. Welcome to this world.
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Hunter. [Knowing himself, he feels he probably introduced himself by title rather than name the first time around.
He points to the bird.] And he's Flapjack.
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He assumes the bird got stuck there by accident. He smiles gently down at Flapjack, unafraid.]
Hey there, little guy, you okay-? How long have you been stuck under here?
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He's fine.
[Hi, it's Hunter, coming out from behind the bush where he'd been watching his bird make a fool of itself. There might be a twig in his hair.]
He's just sulking.
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Peter releases his hold on the sheet, reluctant to leave the bird just under there but... He seems fine? Just disappointed.]
Is... there a reason he's under a sheet?
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He's trying to scare people. Obviously, it's not working. [He gives the lump a gentle pat.] This was one of his more creative ideas, though.
[The lump squawks.] You're welcome.
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I feel like flying around in weird patterns would probably be scarier? [Peter don't give the bird ideas.] Depends on who he's trying to scare mostly.
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Anyone. Everyone. He thinks he needs his magic, and I disagree. [He shrugs and lifts the edge of the sheet so Flapjack can hop free.] I'm only playing along so he doesn't get hurt.
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But there's a chirp. He stops in the hallway to listen for a second. Then takes a few more steps before whipping around, one katana in hand and out.]
Come on out.
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There's a sword. Sword=bad. But also: sword=scared?
Flapjack hops out into the hallway and fluffs up, wings spread.]
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And that's... a small cardinal. It's trying to make itself look bigger, which is cute in its own way. Whatever fear Leo may've had, it's gone now as he sheaths his katana at his back and crouches down.]
Hey. You were trying to get the jump on me, huh?
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From around the corner comes a heavy sigh, and then:]
He wants to know if it worked.
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He got me on my toes, that's for sure. Didn't really scare me though, sorry bud. Next time?
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Don't encourage him. We've been at this hours.
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