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 Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2017 4:06 pm
Lawrence was boredly reading twitter when Horace brought up the roof and someone else said they were up there. It was enough of a reason to get him to go out and stretch his wings, seeing it as some good practice. Getting from his house to the roof was a lot more difficult than it seemed when he was in the shape of a small bird, involving a lot of carefully riding thermal updrafts and avoiding getting too wrapped up in owl instincts.
Eventually he alighted on the roof not far from November, a small, very pale barn owl with a tiny cowlick of feathers above one brow.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2017 7:50 pm
Nash had dragged a chair up the stairs and over the rooftop to the edge, and was now sitting with his feet up on the parapet, looking pretty damn comfortable for someone who was probably not supposed to be up there. There was a bowl of grapes in his lap, and a bag of Hershey's kisses as well that he'd sniped.
One grape soared off the edge of the roof and bounced off of the head of someone walking past. Nash gave a snort of amusement and turned just in time to see a flutter of wings land somewhere close by, something pale and feathery and small.
It was an owl. Nash stared at it curiously for a moment, then reached into his bowl and threw a grape to it, gently at least this time, wondering if it wanted something to eat.
"Hey, birdy bird."
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2017 12:45 pm
The owl moved like a cat, drawn by the movement of the grape, but when it reached it it looked dissapointed and a little irritated, fluffing up its feathers in indignation.
"Dont like grapes." it said in an oddly screechy voice, and kicked the grape away with a claw. In actuality it was just that he didn't like eating grapes off the ground like an animal, but getting words lined up in any fashion with this brain and senses to compete with was almost impossible.
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2017 7:48 pm
The bird was talking.
Nash supposed he shouldn't have been surprised, what with giant killer centipedes and weird islands that made years pass in an alternate timeline and enormous water monster things that tried to eat you every now and then. A talking owl in comparison was tame.
But still.
"Uh," said Nash, glancing at his lap. "Do you want a kiss instead?"
He held out a Hershey's kiss, raising a brow.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2017 1:39 pm
There was a moment where the owl gave the man a very startled look, its feathers ruffling up all over. Then it seemed to dawn that a kiss in this instance was actually chocolate.
Lawrence took a haughty attitude to mass production chocolate and was going to say that it wasn't any use when the light sparkling off the wrapper caught his eye and the instincts had him ridiculously hopping over to Nash and trying to peck fervently at the shiny wrapper.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2017 6:02 pm
Nash resisted the very strong urge to yank his hand away at the bird's attempt at nearly pecking his hand off.
"Woah, hold on, jeez - " He hastily dropped the chocolate onto the rooftop. "What on earth are you? Are you really an owl?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2017 6:52 pm
Lawrence let out an ungodly owl shriek as he finally managed to control himself enough to back away from the now still and less shiny wrapper.
"Tweetheart is tweetheart." he said, in his usual explanation for what the hell he was.
"Hello."
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2017 6:58 pm
There was a long moment of silence.
"What," said Nash, "does that even mean."
It was kind of entertaining, though. He crossed a leg over the other and studied the creature with an unabashed look of open curiosity written on his face, Nash's head tilted a little to the side. His fingers worked to open another Hershey's kiss, peeling back the foil.
"So are you, like - " He popped the chocolate into his mouth and spoke around it, " - the Deus mascot or something?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2017 4:21 pm
"It means am what am." and it puffed up its feathers.
The little barn owl seemed to consider this for a time. "Yes. Tweetheart is mascot." Because it made him feel important to be able to say he was and it was also just a bit of fun to mess with Nash.
"Very important."
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2017 4:40 pm
Nash slowly unwrapped another Hershey's kiss. The rooftop around his feet was now covered in tiny silver wrappers, because he wasn't bothering to actually throw them away in the proper receptacles and was therefore littering on Deus Ex Machina property.
"That's pretty badass," said Nash, bobbing his head up and down, chewing on another piece of chocolate. "I didn't think we had a mascot here, let alone a talking one that isn't some sweaty university student in a furry suit. Plus, you know, you look like a real owl and all that."
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2017 1:12 pm
The owl kept getting distracted every time one of the silver wrappers moved in a breeze, like a cat which couldn't help but follow a lazer pointer and in his own head Lawrence was getting more and more irritated about this fact. Steering an owl was hard and he was just really, really glad that there weren't mice here. More and more every day. He'd never eaten a mouse and he never intended to.
"I am a real owl." it said. "Just also something else. Mascot. I am important."
It moved over to look directly at Nash. "Who you?"
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