Being nice.
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flint_garouRemind me not to bother?
1 April, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (69% full).
Nicodemus is seated on the rim of the fountain, watching the birds fight, with an 'oh crap' expression on his face.
Devon is actually passing through the park, on his way to somewhere. The raucous near the river catches his attention as he wanders along, eyes fixed on the trio of black feathered creatures more than where he's going, frowning.
Flint is out for a morning run, it would seem, and feet pound the path as he approaches the fountain. That is, until he first spots Devon, then the bird fight. The other Glass Walker gets a nod of greeting as Flint slows to a walk. "Hey, Devon."
That crow seems to be hellbent on taking out the considerably larger raven. As before, the crow attacks the raven and makes a grab for the larger bird's back. But, this time the raven is that much faster. Memory folds one wing, flips on to her back and gets a grip on the smaller bird with her feet. There is a distressed squawk from the captured crow, followed by panicked cawing as the raven starts to purposefully plummet from the sky and the unfortunate crow is taken along for the ride. The crow's mate freaks out as well, following the plummeting pair and squawking furiously.
Nicodemus raises a hand to his forehead in an 'oh no!' gesture as the two birds plummet toward the ground. The two birds battling is quite the noisy, aerial spectacle.
Devon peels his gaze from the birds to look at Flint, brows raising in silent question. "Sup, Flint," is more greeting than question after the Galliard's presence, though distracted when his attention turns back to the bird, passing a minute look over Nick and his fountainy perch.
Flint purses his lips into a frown. "Checked your email, today?" the younger teen asks, hands shoving into his pockets.
The larger black raven drags the smaller bird along for the ride, as she plummets towards the ground. The captured crow, is understandably, not very happy with the situation and has gone from attack mode to attempting escape. Flapping its wings furiously and pecking at the larger raven. As the two birds near the ground, the raven releases the crow. Memory spreads her wings, recovering within a few feet of the ground and starts to wing her way towards the fountain. The crow manages to recover enough to make a slightly rough landing. After a moment to catch its breath, the crow is back up in the air again. It joins its mate and the two crows circle the area briefly, then head for the other end of the park.
"What," Devon asks, his attention turning back to Flint when the crows fly off. "Not really any of your business what I've done, is it? You the police now or something? Tracking my every movement?"
Flint grumbles. "I was asking," he says, "so you could get a heads-up that there's. Email from the boss." Really, it seems like Flint's well-intentioned. "And it'd be better for you if you get it. Sooner than later. But fine, whatever. I'm not going to take the fall from your actions if. If you don't." And with that, Flint turns away from Devon, hands shoving further into his pockets. If they were visible, likely they'd be balled into fists.
As the bird fight ends, Nick glances towards the people who'd gotten nearby. "Oh, hey Flint," he says, raising a hand in greetings.
Memory flies over the fountain, doubles back and lands on the sculpture. Once situated, she starts to preen. Stupid spring. All the birds go nuts.
"Hey," Devon calls out at Flint. "That some kind of threat? You got a problem, quit running and tattling that I'm doing something you don't like and face me about it!"
Flint turns on his heels to face Devon, and bares his teeth. Which, given that the teen's currently in homid, doesn't work so well, but. Annoyance and anger is clear. "If this' what I get for tryin' a be nice, I won't fucking bother. Read your email, boss-man's pissed off, and we'll both get crap from this, okay?!" Flint's raised his voice, a bit, now. "For your information, I didn't run and tattle or whatever the hell you think I did. Stop always fucking accusing me of crap."
His initial hail ignored, Nick hesitates a moment as the two kids bicker heatedly with one another. He seems to be weighing whether he should butt in or butt out. He's definitely paying attention to the conversation now, though. He looks upwards towards the raven, perhaps as a source of guidance or inspiration, then back to the two squabblers. He tries again, this time a little louder in case Flint didn't hear him the first time. "Hey, Flint!" And this time he stands up, because maybe that'll help.
Memory looks between the two Garou after putting her feathers back in to place. Spring makes wolves nuts, with some rumbles and chitters. Think they're a pair?
"I don't 'always' accuse you of anything," Devon counters. "And I wouldn't automatically assume you've gone and tattled on me if you didn't have a penchant for doing so. And your definition of doing something 'to be nice' often leads to me getting into trouble with the boss. So why should I believe now is any different?"
Flint nods to Nick, once, but doesn't seem inclined to shift his attention from the Ahroun. "Well, screwed if I do, screwed if I don't," he mutters, and bares his teeth again. "Yeah well this time we're both in trouble with the boss," he snaps. "And whatever. Remind me not to bother in the future." Flint turns away from Devon, now, again, giving every hint he doesn't give a damn about whatever Devon may respond. Instead, attention turns to Nick, and the raven. "Morning. I was just out, for a run."
Nicodemus follows through on the raven's comment. "Jesus fucking Christ on a pogo stick. You two bicker like a couple former gay lovers." The substantially older man shakes his head, mildly amused at his own comment. "Just go off behind those bushes over there." He helpfully indicates some nearby bushes near the park's periphery. "Have some wild butt sex. And get it done and over with."
Memory cackles, voices a low rumble, followed by more cackling. Raven laughter is pretty obvious, even to plain old humans.
Devon frowns after Flint before giving Nick a flat look. "And you'd know," he asks, before shaking his head. The Raven is cast a glance and Devon turns to resume his own walk, shaking his head. "Typical, Friends of Flint," he mutters.
Flint turns to half-growl at Devon's back. "Fuck off," he adds, and then looks to Nick. "I'll catch you later." And Flint goes to take off, at a run, in the opposite direction that Devon left in.
"Just another day makin' friends and influencing people," Nick says to himself—or perhaps sharing with the nearby raven—as everyone scatters.
1 April, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (69% full).
Nicodemus is seated on the rim of the fountain, watching the birds fight, with an 'oh crap' expression on his face.
Devon is actually passing through the park, on his way to somewhere. The raucous near the river catches his attention as he wanders along, eyes fixed on the trio of black feathered creatures more than where he's going, frowning.
Flint is out for a morning run, it would seem, and feet pound the path as he approaches the fountain. That is, until he first spots Devon, then the bird fight. The other Glass Walker gets a nod of greeting as Flint slows to a walk. "Hey, Devon."
That crow seems to be hellbent on taking out the considerably larger raven. As before, the crow attacks the raven and makes a grab for the larger bird's back. But, this time the raven is that much faster. Memory folds one wing, flips on to her back and gets a grip on the smaller bird with her feet. There is a distressed squawk from the captured crow, followed by panicked cawing as the raven starts to purposefully plummet from the sky and the unfortunate crow is taken along for the ride. The crow's mate freaks out as well, following the plummeting pair and squawking furiously.
Nicodemus raises a hand to his forehead in an 'oh no!' gesture as the two birds plummet toward the ground. The two birds battling is quite the noisy, aerial spectacle.
Devon peels his gaze from the birds to look at Flint, brows raising in silent question. "Sup, Flint," is more greeting than question after the Galliard's presence, though distracted when his attention turns back to the bird, passing a minute look over Nick and his fountainy perch.
Flint purses his lips into a frown. "Checked your email, today?" the younger teen asks, hands shoving into his pockets.
The larger black raven drags the smaller bird along for the ride, as she plummets towards the ground. The captured crow, is understandably, not very happy with the situation and has gone from attack mode to attempting escape. Flapping its wings furiously and pecking at the larger raven. As the two birds near the ground, the raven releases the crow. Memory spreads her wings, recovering within a few feet of the ground and starts to wing her way towards the fountain. The crow manages to recover enough to make a slightly rough landing. After a moment to catch its breath, the crow is back up in the air again. It joins its mate and the two crows circle the area briefly, then head for the other end of the park.
"What," Devon asks, his attention turning back to Flint when the crows fly off. "Not really any of your business what I've done, is it? You the police now or something? Tracking my every movement?"
Flint grumbles. "I was asking," he says, "so you could get a heads-up that there's. Email from the boss." Really, it seems like Flint's well-intentioned. "And it'd be better for you if you get it. Sooner than later. But fine, whatever. I'm not going to take the fall from your actions if. If you don't." And with that, Flint turns away from Devon, hands shoving further into his pockets. If they were visible, likely they'd be balled into fists.
As the bird fight ends, Nick glances towards the people who'd gotten nearby. "Oh, hey Flint," he says, raising a hand in greetings.
Memory flies over the fountain, doubles back and lands on the sculpture. Once situated, she starts to preen. Stupid spring. All the birds go nuts.
"Hey," Devon calls out at Flint. "That some kind of threat? You got a problem, quit running and tattling that I'm doing something you don't like and face me about it!"
Flint turns on his heels to face Devon, and bares his teeth. Which, given that the teen's currently in homid, doesn't work so well, but. Annoyance and anger is clear. "If this' what I get for tryin' a be nice, I won't fucking bother. Read your email, boss-man's pissed off, and we'll both get crap from this, okay?!" Flint's raised his voice, a bit, now. "For your information, I didn't run and tattle or whatever the hell you think I did. Stop always fucking accusing me of crap."
His initial hail ignored, Nick hesitates a moment as the two kids bicker heatedly with one another. He seems to be weighing whether he should butt in or butt out. He's definitely paying attention to the conversation now, though. He looks upwards towards the raven, perhaps as a source of guidance or inspiration, then back to the two squabblers. He tries again, this time a little louder in case Flint didn't hear him the first time. "Hey, Flint!" And this time he stands up, because maybe that'll help.
Memory looks between the two Garou after putting her feathers back in to place. Spring makes wolves nuts, with some rumbles and chitters. Think they're a pair?
"I don't 'always' accuse you of anything," Devon counters. "And I wouldn't automatically assume you've gone and tattled on me if you didn't have a penchant for doing so. And your definition of doing something 'to be nice' often leads to me getting into trouble with the boss. So why should I believe now is any different?"
Flint nods to Nick, once, but doesn't seem inclined to shift his attention from the Ahroun. "Well, screwed if I do, screwed if I don't," he mutters, and bares his teeth again. "Yeah well this time we're both in trouble with the boss," he snaps. "And whatever. Remind me not to bother in the future." Flint turns away from Devon, now, again, giving every hint he doesn't give a damn about whatever Devon may respond. Instead, attention turns to Nick, and the raven. "Morning. I was just out, for a run."
Nicodemus follows through on the raven's comment. "Jesus fucking Christ on a pogo stick. You two bicker like a couple former gay lovers." The substantially older man shakes his head, mildly amused at his own comment. "Just go off behind those bushes over there." He helpfully indicates some nearby bushes near the park's periphery. "Have some wild butt sex. And get it done and over with."
Memory cackles, voices a low rumble, followed by more cackling. Raven laughter is pretty obvious, even to plain old humans.
Devon frowns after Flint before giving Nick a flat look. "And you'd know," he asks, before shaking his head. The Raven is cast a glance and Devon turns to resume his own walk, shaking his head. "Typical, Friends of Flint," he mutters.
Flint turns to half-growl at Devon's back. "Fuck off," he adds, and then looks to Nick. "I'll catch you later." And Flint goes to take off, at a run, in the opposite direction that Devon left in.
"Just another day makin' friends and influencing people," Nick says to himself—or perhaps sharing with the nearby raven—as everyone scatters.