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 Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 10:53 pm
 Pound was passing the message board as he makes his rounds when he notices that its VERY busy. A bit unusual but not too uncommon if an angry pidge has posted up some fantastic gossip. Keen to see what backstabbing had gone on today, he nears the group but instead of looking amused they look upset. 'Oh no, it'll be an obituary, it must be someone popular though for such a large group'With a stoic face, Pound touches down and totters over to the group. Pidge from a mixture of flocks are talking loudy. He taps the nearest bird who is watching with interest. 'Whats Happened?'The older pidge turned around, a slate male with large build, an obvious member of the guard. 'A threat against Ma's Flock' The bird said in a matter of fact tone, clicking his beak he looked Pound up and down and then stopped. 'Which from the looks of you, includes yourself'Pounds feathers ruffled as the bird said this and he edges forward through the crowd for a better look. The writing is so large he doesnt have to get very close to see. Whoever wrote it used the entire board. A WaRNING TO BIYRdS OF MA'S FLoCK
Do not TaKe To tHe SkYes This wEEk or You will pay in bLooD This diddnt look good.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 6:30 am
Letter skittered to a halt with a flurry of whistling feathers at the back of the menagerie none-too elegantly. Her landing had been distracted by the glistening red inky letters which crawled jaggedly along the boards, through the pidge's ruffled feathers and into their shaken nerves. What was this thing that was causing such a stir? Such a chill in the spring morning's air?
"Wot is that?" Letter breathed to herself frowning. She could barely make it out through all the other birds crowding the place. She decided to overcome the problem by jumping and giving her slate wings a flutter for a few moments whilst she read, something easier said than done when you were travelling upward and the world seemed to bounce.
A warning.. to birds of Ma's.. flock. Do not. take to the skies.. this week or you will.. pay. in...
Letter pulled her wings in so quickly that she landed onto the concrete with a small thud. "Blood." She whispered, eyes wide and heart quickening beneath her feathers. But who would write such an awful thing? Could they be serious? Was there anybody here that Ma's Flock had offended so badly? She shuddered feeling her own feathers stand on end as her eyes trailed around the place to try catch the pidge red-feathered, but it was quite useless. Red was indeed the colour of Ma's flock itself, and was anybody in it so hell-bent on causing fear within it? It had to be some nasty joke, it had to be... Well, she wanted it to be.
"They can't be serious." Letter looked over her shoulder towards Pound. Poor pidge was unmistakeably from Ma's flock, where as Letter was at least monochrome. And why would kind-hearted pidge like that fellow deserve to be threatened? It made her angry almost. She wanted to fly, and dangerous or not she wanted to know who would dare write such a thing.
"Hey Pound. What d'ya reckon's happenin?" She said hopping closer to the Male pidge. "What son of a rotten nest would try write that? Know what I think? I don't think we should stand for this! And if there are other good pidge in here I don't think they should either! Wot if it were one o'the other flocks? Happy's? Bakers? I wouldn't want them gettin' hurt, an specially not our own! I think we need to stand together." She raised her voice to some of the other pidge, who looked at the entertainer warily, obviously not too keen on this idea with a threat at hand. "I say we find this evil avian an give em wot's for! And 'til then, we should all have a darn good sing-song, cause they're just waiting for us to all break down whilst they sit there all nasty an hiding. I won't have it! I won't!" Letter fluttered in protest, and puffed her feathers a little defensively.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 4:04 pm
Pound looked at the letters, the mad spidery scrawl was violent and striking and the message was chilling. More pidge were arriving and the crowd was getting bigger, one of them he recognised, Letter who half tumbled to the ground as she landed, she was obviously worked up as she ruffled to her feet.
She took in the message behind him and took in a sharp breath,
"Hey Pound. What d'ya reckon's happenin?"
He looked to Letter with a grim expression and looked back to the board, She was getting angry, upset and worked up as she fluttered & puffed her feathers in protest. He felt for her, he was concerned too.
"I really dont know, our flock is pretty pacifist, Im not sure why someone would want to pick a fight with us"
Though as he said this he'd already been mulling with somthing in the back of his mind. He leaned over to letter and hushed tones he whispered.
"I don't want to say it because its how rumours start, but you cant help but wonder... could it be one of Baker's?"
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 9:16 am
Zoo pushed a bit of stale popcorn into his mouth and crunched it thoughtfully as he read the letters.
"Now who spells it 'skyes'...?" he mused. "Supposin' mebbe it isn't any one of them other flocks, at all?"A rather buxom female sidled up beside him and stole away a bit of popcorn from his half crumpled bag and popped it into her beak. Zoo didn't protest, popcorn was plentiful where he spent most of his days.
"Then who do ya reckon it's from, honey?" she said. "Payin' in blood's not my idea of a good time! How's a fella supposed to tell Baker's from Ma's from anyone else's if'n he ain't from any of em'?"Zoo gave a little shrug. "Other things can hold a grudge, too. Owls, hawks... eagles, falcons..."
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 10:05 am
 'Blood, nasty business that,' Build-a-bear thought as he read the sign. He had only wanted to see what had caused the other pidges to gather and maybe lighten the load from a few of the distracted and gossiping group but B.a.b wasn't about to do that when there was a threat like that around. It wouldn't do to get himself blamed for it when all he wanted was something shiney.
"Seems a little strange to post this for all to see instead of just sending a message strait to the group it is aimed at. " B.a.b said outload, not talking to anyone really, just stating his opinion.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 4:06 pm
As soon as Pound mentioned Bakers he turned his head at the sound of crunching, two of Bakers flock seemed as confused as the rest of them. Though all it needed was one pidge to write this.
The whisperer did have a point though the spelling was odd, and the quality of the letters was interesting, it could have been that the writer was just bieng quick to write and fly, after all no one seemed to have spotted the writer.
Either way thier move for the following week wasnt thier decision, this would be a decision for the heads of flock, and would meen a meeting full of arguing,shouting and mud-slinging.
Pound clicked his beak again annoyed as he thought of the wasted time ahead, but he felt ashamed he was looking forward to some of the drama, he really was worse than the hen-pidge sometimes. It had been so dull lately though.
'Euuggh.... Claudes going to have great fun with this'
He mumbled refferring to the military minded tactical head of Ma's.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 5:25 pm
Pokémon Cards spotted the commotion from the air. Something big was happening down by the message board. What could it be? Swooping in for a landing, he lit near a fluffy coffee and a purple-ringed slate sharing a bag of popcorn to study the sign. Hm. A threat against Big Ma's flock? Pokémon knew of the grudges held between Baker's flock and the old hen's, but he cared not for it. However, the ruffled feathers that were for sure going to come out of this would be simply delicious to watch. Though one thing did worry the small-bodied coffee. "It'd have to be somebody very familiar with Ma's flock," he mused aloud. "Otherwise, anybody with a spot of red or orange on 'em is in deep trouble." He looked down at his own pinions, dipped in bright red. A winging target, if he wasn't careful. It wasn't long until Mind the Gap appeared at the message board. Gossip traveled fast in the pidge community, and he'd heard that something had gone down, something bad. Landing near a few of his flockmates, he cocked his head and read the words. Squinting confusedly, he hopped closer. The writing was terrible, the words misspelled and capitalized strangely, as though they were written by one who'd never held a brush before. He took a good look at them, frowning. This... this was bad. This was really bad. This might be the beginning of all-out warfare, if they didn't handle it delicately and worm out the culprit. "This isn't my ink," he said loudly, knowing that those in his profession would be the first to get pinions pointed at them. "I'd know. If anybody in my flock put this up, they didn't make it terribly public."
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 4:48 pm
The area was getting busier and busier with pidge mulling over ideas and theories. Many were keeping a level head about it and no fingers were being pointed, there just a few sly glances here and there from the more paranoid.
But the atmosphere was quite tense, rumours were sure to snowball from here on. Pound shuffled uneasy as chatter rose, then from out of the crowd came a shrieking and wailing....
'Oh no....'
He turned to see a old mad-eyed bird, her head shrouded in rags, clattering beads in the clutch of her feathered wing. Pound knew her as a patient, her profession though was as an oracle.
"This is the beginning of the end.." She scowled darkly and gave a dry laugh.
"Heh, pidge will look back at this moment and wonder why we didn’t act sooner"
Her laugh broke into violent coughing, and pound scuttled over to hold her up, he was so embarrassed, of her and for her. Like most, he didn’t think very much of oracles.
"Ok Gran steady on, you're getting worked up again"
She found the strength the push Him away from her and hissed rasping angrily.
"I AM not worked UP!"
She hacked again into her wing.
"You should all listen, Ma's Flock is Over!"
She threw out her wings unsteadily.
This really was going to be an awful day.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 4:54 pm
OOC: Plot Note
This Introduced Oracle NPC can be controlled by anyone, all you need to know about her really is:
As an Oracle she is a Member of Ma's flock
Old
She is predicting the end of days for Ma's flock
Generally perceived as spouting nonsense, but some more sensitive pidge may take this to heart, especially as many are worried already
Enjoy RPing someone mad predicting the end of days!
Also another note: if anyone has a witch or an oracle of thier own, they may sense a cloud of misfortune heading towards Ma's flock
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 7:45 am
No Tresspassing ambled along at her own time, you couldn't stop fate and today she was feeling particularly moody. She was only thankful it wasn't all to do with the Baker's, because staying up all night scrying into bird baths under lamplight was really bad on your eyes. "It sure'n to be not feeling good with the juju, that's the truth," she muttered to no one, rubbing at the underside of her beak with one feather. "Wonder how many'n come from Ma's an' try to be flyin' out."
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 1:36 pm
 Passing by the message board on his way to collect plants, Help Desk noticed the large gathering of pigeons and swooped in to take a look. He perched on the outer edge of the group, not keen to be jostled in the hubbub. His eyes could still pick out the awkwardly formed letters though; the message was just that big. "Intrigue and commotion," he grumbled. "I'm going to run out of ointments this week, I just know it."
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 11:10 pm
Pound watched as the Oracle created a scene and anyone who tried to touch or help her was met with hisses, screams and (surprisingly powerful) pushes. Eventually her voice ran out and her shoulders heaved from her spent energy, her breath rattling in her weak chest.
"Ok now, have you finished? we've listened to you, we should be heading back to the mill now and go sort this through with our flock. Go tell them what you have to say"
Pound was relieved as she took his wing, and through her ragged breathing nodded sadly. She was so upset and worked up though, it was no wonder she would unnerve some pidge. There was a slight hush over the group as Pound helped her take to her feet and with a last push, she shoved him off her and took to the air with hard, labored stroked of her wings. As she took to the air it seemed she couldnt help herself.
"Bloody Stupid, Doctor-Pidge"She spat,
As he watched her draw further away he rubbed at his forehead with his feathers wearily.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 11:31 pm
Claude landed at the message board to some odd glances and a few mutters. He looked to the board gravely, "So it is here" He mumbled angily, looking to the letters with disgust. He looked to address the crowd, making a cough in his throat, for a short pidge his very determined look drew authority. "As a head of Ma's Flock I call pidge to a meeting"A small foggy female spoke out of the group. "For Ma's?" She questioned. Claude looked to the floor and shook his head. "No for ALL pidge, Ma's are calling a city-wide meeting, any and all pidge in the area who are able should attend, ....its in everyones best interest"Claude looked grave, anyone from Ma's, or who had ever seen him before would have been able to tell, he was rattled. Somthing had happened, and for Claude to get shaken about it, it would have to be important. "Bakers cant attend if Ma's are there, Its LAW" One large pidge spoke crossing his wings. "I think even Baker will want to hear this, I dont think law will be coming into this"Claude looked downtrodden "Also I have to ask, do we have any doctors or witches here? I'd like any volunteers to come ahead with me"He raised his head to scan the crowd as he asked
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 6:31 pm
 Capp arrived to the crowd just in time to hear the request for witches and doctors go out, for all flocks. 'A call for any and all healers? That can't be good.' She fluttered closer to the message board, better to get a good look at the message that was causing so much fuss. The scrawled message was morbid, certainly. Part warning, and part threat. It made her feathers itch, never a good sign. Bad times were coming to Ma's. And after that, who knew what would happen? She settled her feathers resolutely and tied another know in her ever present string for luck and headed for the pidge asking for witches. "I'm a witch, dear. Iced Capp, from Happy Hour's. Where do you need me?"
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 8:24 pm
Pound felt cold when he listened through what Claude had to say, somthing had happened, he spoke up and moved forwards as he did.
"I'll come ahead too, I'm a doctor"
Claude loooked up sadly to the two of them and gave a strong nod.
"Yep you'll both do"
He motioned the pair of them over to him and then spoke in more hushed tones.
"We had a lapse in security and we had no witches on standby"
he looked angry, he would be, security was what Claude worked on, he was head of tactics.
"We need some medic pidge to come ahead and attend to the scene, a few witches or doctors, see what they make of it"
He gave an angry hissed whisper to the two pidge.
Claude gave a gruff cough spoke up and looked at the rest of the crowd
"Are there any more?"
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