Re-evaluation

[cargo-corvid.livejournal.com]

[Bogart is wandering the halls, with no particular destination in mind.  Kitchen, roof, library, doesn't matter.  The bird just needs somewhere to perch and re-evaluate his relationships with the other inhabitants of the nexus.

He hasn't encountered anybody he knows in a while, with the exception of a certain crass seagull acquaintance, and the raven is not exactly keen on seeing him again right now, considering the way their discussions always end up.]




((Bother, Y/Y?))

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;__; that's cold man

[featheredplague.livejournal.com]

[Squawk knows that there are a few definite places he should be able to find Bogart, and is almost running out of options when he spots him in the hallway.]

[!]

[He says nothing, suddenly nervous, but tries to play it cool, just hanging around with a cloth bundle hanging from its knot in his beak.]

[cargo-corvid.livejournal.com]

...

[Bogart tries to find a convenient plant to hide behind. He's not up for another... discussion... considering the last one led to him pulling out a couple of his own secondary feathers.]

[featheredplague.livejournal.com]

[Squawk sure isn't going to make the first move, so he pretends not to notice and hangs on a bench arm, placing the bundle on the seat.]

[cargo-corvid.livejournal.com]

[The raven has to admit, he's curious as to what's in the bundle...]

[featheredplague.livejournal.com]

[He preens silently.]

[cargo-corvid.livejournal.com]

[What's his deal today? This is starting to weird Bogart out a little. He chooses a slightly closer perch.]

[featheredplague.livejournal.com]

[Squawk watches him out of the corner of his eye, but continues to preen and fake hang around.]

[cargo-corvid.livejournal.com]

[The raven casually moves to the end of the bench opposite Squawk, and continues to stare at the bundle.]

[featheredplague.livejournal.com]

[Squawk, a little less casually, tumbles off the arm onto the bench in an attempt to hop onto the seat.]

[cargo-corvid.livejournal.com]

[Bogart laughs mentally at the gull's apparent clumsiness, but says nothing. He moves onto the seat as well, and prods at the bundle experimentally with one foot.]

[alicehazel.livejournal.com]

[Save for her hair bow and doll(both hers and the one Owl made was in her dormitory room), Alice kept up the look Tanya had made her over to be. In this mien, it was much easier to speak with others... though its greatest fault was the slight inability to hinder her words or judge others as well. And it was in this, she contemplated returning to her usual "Wednesday Addams" self; aware, callous, and introverted. With library books of various "Koppelthorn Physics" in tow, Miss Hazel nearly passed the hallway with the earlier met raven without noticing.
Thankfully, she was observant than last time...]

Little friend, you are by yourself again... still no sign of Raven?

[Placing her books all into firm hold of her left arm to her chest, Alice once again offered a perching right hand to the animal.]

[cargo-corvid.livejournal.com]

[Hey, it's the lady who gave him a scone the other day~

Without much hesitation (food=trust, after all...) the raven perches on her hand]

[I am such a mean old man-]

[0ldsnake.livejournal.com]

[He old man has to resits the urge.]

[The old man loves to snipe birds....but Otacon YELLS at him via his CODEC implant, giving him a painful headache. Snake supposes he deserves that.]


...


[But still. Those little feathery targets...just...tempting him. Don't worry. The old man will be good, but the desire is there.]

[It's so there.]

Re: [I am such a mean old man-]

[cargo-corvid.livejournal.com]

[Staaaaaaaaaaare.]

[Does the same-]

[0ldsnake.livejournal.com]

 

[cargo-corvid.livejournal.com]

[Bogart backs up a few steps, then puffs out his feathers a little in an attempt to look intimidating.]

[0ldsnake.livejournal.com]

[Appearing bigger just makes him easier for the old bastard to see him-]

[cargo-corvid.livejournal.com]

[The raven is disappointed in the tactic's lack of effect. But then again, he probably should've known by now that trick never works...]

[0ldsnake.livejournal.com]

[Snake just shakes his head slowly.]

[cargo-corvid.livejournal.com]

[Bogart gives him a glare as if to say "are you mocking me?"]

[0ldsnake.livejournal.com]

[Must not anger Hal; must not shoot bird...]

Hnnn- [grumbles to himself]

[cargo-corvid.livejournal.com]

[Still not impressed, hm? Maybe one of the other tricks the raven's learned will work. Perhaps the one he picked up from the shinier Snake-who-isn't-a-snake?]

[Never hurts to try. Bogart fluffs up his feathers, opens his beak, and lets out a call of...]


BROTHAAAA!

[0ldsnake.livejournal.com]

Heh.

[Oh, this one talks? He may be spared-]

[youdroppedthis.livejournal.com]

[The beret has been following behind it since it heard the bird make his major's call]

[cargo-corvid.livejournal.com]

[Bogart regards the beret with curiosity. How did it get all the way over here? Is there something under it?

The bird cautiously attempts to lift it with his beak.]

[youdroppedthis.livejournal.com]

[Okay ow, the pinching of the beak hurts and it can practically feel threads being pulled out]

[There is nothing under it except a large pile of dirt and grimy random bits of things, paper and the like, that got stuck under it when it dragged itself around the halls]

[youdroppedthis.livejournal.com]

[Which is a lie, it is actually hiding a burrito from that one sassy salsa Vamp.

But the burrito was a gift and it didn't want the bird to take it away]

[cargo-corvid.livejournal.com]

[After a moment's inspection, the raven decides there's nothing interesting or appealing and sets the beret back down. How disappointing...]

[youdroppedthis.livejournal.com]

[The beret feels sort of bad now. After all, it didn't need the food but the bird might.]

[Perhaps if the bird would agree to make the meowing every once in a while, just for old time's sake so the beret could reminisce of its younger days, it would reveal the burrito]

[Not sure how to communicate this, it twitches in the bird's direction, attempting to gain attention]

[cargo-corvid.livejournal.com]

[Was it the bird's imagination, or had that thing just moved? Puzzled Bogart is puzzled.

Obviously, if someone had a hat that does tricks, it couldn't have been dropped intentionally. Bogart decides to try the call again, to see if anyone in this hallway happens to be missing a beret.]


MRRROOOWR!

[youdroppedthis.livejournal.com]

[Wiggling a little in delight, a small dinging noise can be heard, and the burrito pops out from under it to float a few feet above the ground, spinning in circles, contained in a ration-esque shape. When looked at directly, the burrito will have a little label: "Mex. bean and cheese burrito"]

[cargo-corvid.livejournal.com]

[Well now. The bird is amused by the sudden appearance of what appears to be some form of edible object.]

[youdroppedthis.livejournal.com]

[Does the raven not like burritos? Despite the earlier resentment the beret felt for being tricked by the bird's meowing call, it was such a pleasant sound to hear that the hat hoped it could repay the bird.]

[The burrito continued to circle and the beret was careful not to move and frighten the raven away.]

[zero-majorzero.livejournal.com]

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[cargo-corvid.livejournal.com]

[Bogart glares indignantly.]

Prk. Prruk.
[Raven. There's a huge difference.]