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 Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 1:12 am
"Ready to go?"
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"Because that's what we are. We're like.. a translation. Oh. I was going to introduce you to Horace." He walks to a window.
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"Waaait wait. Not in here."
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"Here's one for you." He holds it out. There are a lot of stamps on it and it's quite thick.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 1:13 am
"Yes."
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Byron watches.
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"Nooo?" She pouts.
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"For me?" He furrows his brow as he takes it.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 1:22 am
She leaves a big wad of cash on the table and heads for the door.
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He examines the window, then opens it. Almost immediately a dusty black and white crow lands on the sill. It shakes the dust off itself and looks around the room. Nat gestures happily. "Horace!"
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"Nooo. He could walk in! That would be very weird."
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Stephen's name is written on it in a delicate cursive script.
Jed opens one of his envelopes.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 1:23 am
Richard glances at the money and follows.
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"A pet?"
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"Aww, would you be embarassed?"
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Stephen frowns and carefully opens it.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 1:36 am
Outside! The same general milling about is going on. She shields her eyes for a moment, then starts walking.
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"Not exactly. We're linked somehow, and have been as long as I can remember."
The bird gives Byron a dull look then starts preening.
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"Yes. Absolutely."
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It's a letter from Rufus! He has such pretty handwriting. It basically says hello and that Rufus hopes he's doing okay. It's short and sweet! The envelope contains a hefty amount of money.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 1:38 am
He walks with her.
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"Linked?" He reaches to try to yank a feather from Horace.
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"But you look good naked."
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Stephen's eyes go very very big.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 1:50 am
"I'm glad you came out here with me. Even if it wasn't that exciting."
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Horace flaps away and scolds Byron from the floor.
Nat tries to step in between them. "Yes. It's as if we can read each others thoughts. .. And if you need a feather, I'll get one for you."
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"Oh, come on." He waves a hand dismissively. "Not in the dining room."
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"Anything interesting in there?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 1:53 am
"I'm glad I came."
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He narrows his eyes. "Two feathers. And a vial of blood."
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"It's more fun!"
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"Uh, yes. My pay. I think."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 2:03 am
She gives him a smile.
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"It's just that I don't control him. I can't order him to do things." He reaches down and scoops Horace up. He carefully pulls two feathers out of a wing and holds them out. "And you can't lock him up. It'll be a huge waste of time."
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"Noooooo."
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"Really? Are you going to treat us all to dinner?" He snorts.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 2:05 am
Small smile.
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"What if you put him in a cage?" He takes the feathers.
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She siiighs. "Fiiine. I suppooose we could go to a bedroom."
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"I think I should save it."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 2:19 am
"Do you like these small places?"
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He shakes his head. 'He dies when he's caged. In a matter of days."
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"That would be niiiice."
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"Yeah? How much is there? A lot?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 2:21 am
"I don't know."
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"Does he remain dead?"
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"Okaay. But I'm bringing the syrup!" She grabs the syrup.
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"Yes."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 2:28 am
"You don't know?"
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"Sort of. He comes back. In a different body, I guess."
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"Fine. Bring the syrup."
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"Nice. Uncle Rufus can be pretty generous."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 2:32 am
"I feel like everyone is staring at us, but I feel that way in the city too."
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"I want to see this."
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"Yay! Let's go." She stands and reaches to drag him along.
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"Yes. Apparently."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 2:35 am
"Oh. Maybe you're paranoid?"
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"..I don't think we could get him in a cage." He hugs Horace. The bird wiggles its toes.
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Dragged!
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"Especially since you're guarding Angie."
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