FissionMailed

[Somewhere in the nexus, Bogart paces and flutters and rustles his wings and flexes his talons.

The raven is all at once frightened and angry and restless and a myriad of other things a raven should not be.  His little birdy brain is crowded with whispers and echoes, and he has to do something - anything - to drown them out.  Pluck his feathers. Fly at walls.  Claw and peck and tear and shred any soft thing he can find into tiny little pieces.  It doesn't matter what that thing is.]


((As part of the glitch event, Bogart's gone berserk!  Other creatures are likely to go just as crazy.))

[There is a rather confused looking raven in the hallway.  It had been attempting to undo the bandanna of a certain mercenary who'd had the audacity to set foot on its Cargo Elevator, which, as far as it was concerned, was the territory of the raven and its flock and possibly the big Raven-who-isn't-really-a-raven.]

[Next thing it knew, the elevator had started going down...]


[...and down...]


[...and down...]


Prrk?


[No other ravens in sight.  For that matter, no elevator either.]





((Have that Shadow Moses Island cargo elevator raven chat's been attempting to persuade me to stop lurking and try for Patriots-know-how-long.))