Méav - A Rainy Morn

[Aveilthé]

OOC: Heh, don't worry too much about it. It is your responsibility however to maintain good conduct when you roleplay. If you powerplay and/or godmode, that isn't our problem but yours. You need to learn to excercise caution how you roleplay, and make sure you make EVERYTHING that is done to someone else's character an attempt, and not just say that it DID happen, or else problems will occur. ^^; I'm not trying to beat you up over it either, like Foxie-fely said. Sometimes situations can be unavoidable, but characters do have the ability to avoid some situations depending, though both roleplayers should be equally fair about all the attempts displayed. It wouldn't be fair if the roleplayer made his/her character avoid all attacks received from the other character. That would be called 'powerplay', when one roleplayer's character makes the other roleplayer's character die, etc, etc., and
being 'Mr. I-Am-More-Powerful-Than-You'.

Ahh, and forgive the crapassness of this post, I was half-dead when typing this.

A gruff harrumph was emitted as the girl slouched from her
seat a bit. "Do you honestly think that a person is causing
this?" she questioned, hanging her flaming hand lamely upon
the table. Upon hearing Testis, she tried closing out his voice.
She didn't want anything to do with a murderer, regardless of
how much the hulking man needed to die. To kill a human being,
particularly that man, is downright iniquitous in her book. All
he needed was a terrible scar from her that he would carry for
the rest of his life - that would teach him! But no, he would never
learn his lesson, now that he was dead.

Méav was never a girl with attitude issues, but it couldn't be
helped due to the past events that happened so incredibly fast.
She felt a bit faint, but didn't dare comment about that, in fear
of giving the man called Testis the thought that she was weak.
More than anything, Méav hated being the usual womanly icon
of 'damsel in distress'. It made her angry, especially when being
helped by most men that thought of themselves capable of
doing more than her.

When Dameon called her "M'lady", she tried her best to sustain
a laugh. She didn't want to be mean to someone who helped her
kindly in the past hour. "Call me Méav," she said, getting up to her
feet and smiling politely at Dameon. When that was said, she
would look to Testis, then look away hastily with no emotion
held in her eyes except a hint of darkness there.

It was a while that Méav didn't say anything. She felt the entire
situation direly awkward, and almost blushed due to this current
ordeal. The masses were clearly losing their heads, but what was
there to fear of the dark? Of course, those damned... whatever
they were called. Snakes. Illusions, Dameon called them. With this
silly affair going on, she felt that she had to stick with this man
for a bit, for he seemed knowledgable and trustworthy enough
at least, thus, she decided to stick with him until they would settle
all this. No doubt Testis would aide them also, as long as he stood
out of her way.

Méav held her hand before Dameon, half-smiling. "Would you like
to take the flame? Don't worry, it won't burn you. It'll glow
forever unless you rub it off your hand, and it'll dissapear. It's
the last bout of Gubraithia that I have... Gubraithia... it's rare
sand that burns forever, just not sure if you've heard of it or not.
So you can use this; you have better need of it..."
She trailed off, and turned her head. "I heard something tap on
the window, over there..." She pointed to one of the many semi-lit
round windows, with a frown on her face. Something that taps
on a window seemed highly relevent to the vivacious girl, also
quite suspicious, particularly with everything that was happening
at once.

[deathsshadow]

No offense taken and I shall definetly take more cautions at what I post.

[Monkey Monk]

Testis drew silent after his speech. He listened to the others
speak, but did not say anything in return. Instead his gaze was
focused upon the rafters. Fiercly his fiery colored eyes gazed
upward. He could have sworn he had seen something move up
there. A frown formed upon his lips as he slowly closed his eyes.
Intently he listened to one thing, closing out the voices and
noises around him. Heart beats soon were flooding his head.
Many different paces which he began to count.

Just as he thought. There was one extra heartbeat from what he
gathered to be the ammount of people that was supposed to be
in here. His concentration was broken by a tapping noise which
soon ended. However the sound of wings beating at the air met
his ears, and his frown only deepened. There was indeed
someone meddling with the people of this shop. Slowly he stood
to his feet, looking up at the rafters intently. Quite suddenly he
crouched and flung forth his arm. A small dagger would soar
forth and would imbed itself in the wood above. The projectile
was not meant to kill, only to come close to where the bird had
landed. A snarl rose up in his chest as his voice rang out strong.

"Come forth interloper and your life will be spared! Show yourself
and end your antics! Perhaps I will consider sparing your life." It
was a bluff on his part. He would never kill unless it was
absolutely necessary in his mind. After all, he had assessed this
one to be a simple annoyance. However the possibility of his
bluff being called was low. After all, from what he had displayed
earlier in emotionlessly killing that large man, it was easy to
make the assumption that his words would be fulfilled.

Of course he was acting upon pure assumption. He assumed that
there was an extra heartbeat, but he could easily have made a
mistake in calculating due to the ammount of people who left. He
was assuming he had seen something move around in the
rafters, but the dark was a trickster and played tricks on the
eyes after all. He had assumed he had heard the beating of
wings, but that could be attibuted to him listening far too
intently. Still, acting on these assumptions in what he thought to
be a safe way was a fairly good gamble. Worst came to worst,
he looked like a lunatic. However by the way this Meav girl and
Dameon were treating him, he had the feeling he had already
earned that title in their eyes.

So he simply stood and waited. He showed no sign that his
words were a simple bluff, nor that he wasn't entirely sure that
anyone was up above. The knowledge that the authorities were
coming also put a certain anxiety in him. He didn't fear them nor
did he being punished, the latter being one he knew would most
likely not happen. Still, time was closing and from what he had
seen in his flash of vision he was still needed. Even if Meav
hated listening to him, she would have to get used to having his
presence about.

[Felypsa]

“Méav,” Dameon repeated, smiling back in return, though not flirtatiously. “That’s a lovely name. Oh, don’t mind if I do, Méav.” He accepted the Gubraithia, marveling at the way it shimmered in his hand. He had not heard of this exceptional artifact. He looked back at Méav and grinned. It was strange, how in the midst of the mayhem around them, the two of them were exchanging pleasantries as if nothing else were going on. But this distracted Dameon enough that he didn’t hear the slight hiss down by his leg until it was too late.

“Ah!” He reached down and grabbed a slick, illusory snake. Its fangs were bared. “They bite,” he remarked, keeping a mask of calm to cover the pain he felt. Illusions that feel real too…stars, I hope they don’t have poison too. He didn’t think he was bleeding, but that would definitely leave a good-sized bruise.

Suddenly the sound of a knife embedding itself in wood made Dameon look up. Testis had thrown a dagger up by the rafters, and was now threatening to kill the culprit(s?) unless they surrendered. Dameon didn’t see to whom Testis was talking, but then Méav pointed out the sound by the window, so it was safe to assume that there was someone up there.

Now the hatted man directed his sharp clear gaze to the area where Testis had hurled his weapon. He could not see them, but he was willing to bet they could plainly see him. His eyes were illumined by the Gubraithia in his hand. He hoped that whoever was up there would be partially mesmerized by his eyes, enough that they would listen to Testis and to him and show themselves.

“Please, do come down,” he said, his soothing voice floating up to the rafteres. “We shan’t hurt you.” He spoke to them as if he would to a bucking horse or a raging dog; gently, softly, urging them to calm down. It always worked before for him. But it might not, for those of stronger stubborness could resist him. Dameon still held the fake serpent in such a way that it could not bite him again, though he had forgotten about it now. He lifted his Gubraithiaed hand, hoping its white rays would part the shadows by the rafters and reveal whoever was hiding there.

[deathsshadow]

SERENA
H.

Serena swore quietly when the dagger thunked just mere inches away from her right hand but knew better than to make any obvious noise. Cree, unfortunetly being only a stupid bird, did not have that sense and sqwuaked outloud, a harsh grating sound that resounded off the walls. Glaring spitefully at the raven and cuffed it smartly on its hard head, causing another outraged cry to escape its beak. Gettting up, she took leave of her position by the window, knowing that her bird's racious screeches would no doubt attract the humans' attentions to their hiding spot. Leaping lightly and as silently as possible, Sere landed on another beam hanging directly above the flat bar table where the three still sat, one with both her snake in one hand and the glowing 'stuff' in the other. The tattooed man's threat reached her ears as well as the hatted stranger's gentle coaxing, both so different yet with the same intentions, to get her down and show herself. *Hah, fat chance of that ever happening. What do you take me for? Some idiotic schoolgirl playing hide and seek? You want me, get off your butts and come and get me. I'm right above you.*

Cree had stayed where she was for a while longer after her companion'd departed to the other side of the room, still smarting from both the girl's sharp blow and the dagger's threat. Glaring back at her mistress, the raven preened her wings once more and also took to the air, flapping much more quietly, alighting rather stiffly onto Serena's equally rigid shoulder.
"Stupid chicken, next time don't bother to follow me anywhere!" she hissed back to the bird.
Cree pecked the teen's pale ear with reproof but remained silent incase her mistress lost her temper again. She had no intentions of becoming the roasted centerpiece of someone's dinner any time soon. *How did I get stuck in this prediciment with you of all things! I could've just left you to die you know, forget that our parents ever made an agreement almost a decade ago. But nooo, I choose to stay with you for some wierd reason, even though every part of me is telling me to flee this place!*

Serena perfectly oblivious to whatever rubish her 'pet' was ramblnig on and on about in that pea sized brain of hers, continued to watch the humans' antics, some still snuffling about the snakes while others watched the only three amongst them still keeping a level head. The stranger had wierd eyes that made you want to stare at them forever and never look away. *If I hadn't left when I did I probably would've been stuck and came down despite everything...gotta be careful of him. The other two don't really present much danger, but best to be on gaurd. Never know what could happen now...*

[Aveilthé]

The sky once again turned it's normal repose. The heavens began
raining again, thus seeming as if nothing happened at all. Méav
clapped her hands together a few times from excitement as she
ran to the window, gesturing outside. With each happy leap into
the air, her thick hair bounced like coils. "Look! Look," said she,
"it seems as if the people have figured out the magics to make
light again." She stood up haughtilly, sliding off the booth she
crawled on to show everyone the light. Smartly taking her
position by Dameon, she cried out angrilly.

"You stupid oaf, you forget that you're not the only one with magic
around here. Looks like you're in a bad predicament now." Her
temper, never usually high, was flaring at this point to the
person hiding in the rafters - or at least, that was what Testis
pointed out. "I bet you that all this is in the making of a child,"
she grimaced, looking around at the animal lover. "God, I hate kids,
for this reason. Especially attention-seeking brats."

Suddenly, the large kind lady that had waitressed for Méav and the
other two suddenly came rushing from the kitchens, holding a broom
in her hand. Her face looked livid, and she was brandishing the
broom threateningly in her hand. She suddenly spoke, her tone
hysterical and furious - so much in fact, that it mayhap surpass
all the three people standing up to the hiding individual in the shop.

"GET OUT OF MY SHOP!" she screetched, banging the rafters
with the bristly end of the broom. With her other hand, she took
one of her many precious mugs from the windowside and threw
it up at the ceiling where it crashed. Pieces of china rained upon
the floor, though this lady cared not whether the shards hit anyone.
"YOU FOUL, TERRIBLE CREATURE, SCARING AWAY MY CUSTOMERS!
OUT, OUT I SAY! OUT NOW, OR YOU WILL WISH THAT YOU HAVE
NEVER LEFT YOUR MOTHER'S WOMB!"

Méav was dumbfounded by this kind lady's behaviour. She
tried calming her down by patting her shoulder, but the lady
refused to be phazed. She continued screaming threats, even
curses, as she broke the broom in half by all her furious but
strong bangings. Méav had to duck in order avoid the lady's
fist as it came flying upwards, as if desparate to grab hold of the
wooden surface.

The girl breathed heavily as she took Dameon's arm, and said
loudly, "This woman's mad!"

[Monkey Monk]

Testis smirked as he saw the light grow outside. He looked up to
the rafters, or rather the spot where he had thought the
mysterious being to be. Instead he saw nothing and only
frowned. Apparently they had gone and run off. A slight shrug
came to his arms as he slowly sat back down in his seat. Well
now it was absolutely boring, nothing to do but sit around and
wait. Those damn authorities. It seemed that whatever town
one went to, they always took nearly forever just to show their
faces. The same could be said about the legal process. No doubt
he'd be in court for some time before they let him go.

And then his wait was disturbed once again. This time it was by
that rather kind woman who owned the shop, or at least she
had seemed kind. When she came out, yelling about disturbing
her patrons and what not, Testis wondered for a moment if it
was he who was the subject of such accusations. However then
she started to beat on the rafters which quickly through out that
assumption.

When he heard Meav saying that the woman was mad a slight
frown crossed upon his lips. Of course, she had been directing
those words to Dameon in hopes of help, but then again she
hadn't excluded anyone else from aiding. Slowly he reached into
his shirt and pulled out that amulet which seemed so out of
place upon him. He took it off from his neck and walked toward
the frantic owner of the building. Balance had to be obtained
with everything. The same was for his abilities.

Just because he could kill, didn't mean that was all he could do.
The amulet he possessed had been a gift to him. A gift from the
shaman of a village he had saved. It was blessed by that
shaman and was said to have the ability to calm down the most
excited of minds. So far it had worked as it was intended. True,
it sounded a bit cruel, but that amulet had also saved him from
jail a few times. Occasionally a judge or jury would become too
intimate in a case, so it was only fair that he made them calm
and think straight right?

Gently he reached out with his free hand and put it on the
woman's shoulder. Any blows thrown his way would not be
blocked or dodged, for he was fairly confident she wasn't the
type to kill him with one blow. A friendly smile that seemed
almost foreign on his face formed. He held out the amulet before
her gaze, the ruby would most likely catch her attention. In a
soothing voice he spoke to the owner of the shop. "Calm down.
Business will be right soon. Worry not. Think of things in the
goodness. With all this publicity more customers will want to
come. They will want to see the place that for a while light could
not touch. It will only be time before you have two, three, and
maybe even five fold the ammount of customers."

[Felypsa]

The light from the outside began to clear things up inside at the same time Méav exclaimed in triumph. Immediately the girl started to yell at the offender, then confide to him that she hated kids for their frequent delinquency. Dameon smiled and nodded politely, but offered neither agreement nor disapproval. Though it was obviously a victory that those more powerful in magic had reasserted their control, Dameon wasn’t so sure everything was over already. He looked at the false snake in his hand. It hissed at him but otherwise did nothing; Dameon prevented it from biting anyone again.

Before he could decide what to do next, however, the kindly waitress came barrelling in, in a very different demeanor than she had been originally. She had gone mad, Méav asserted to him. Of course Dameon would have gotten her calmed down effectively if only he had been given a chance. But Testis stepped up and surprised the stranger once again, proving that he was just as skilled in stopping panic as he was in creating it. But Dameon wanted to make absolutely sure the woman would not go off again.

He nodded to Méav, then stepped up to face the woman, standing near Testis. Glancing at Testis almost apologetically, as if he were sorry to be interrupting, Dameon chimed in to Testis’s comforting words with some of his own. “My friend here is correct,” Dameon said with such confidence no one could doubt his word. “Your place will gain instantaneous fame. However, I am sure that you will be able to keep in touch with most of your regulars. Their loyalty to you will only be increased after all this; they will remember how you stayed steadfastly by their side throughout the crisis. So fear not. This culprit will not ruin you unless you allow it to. And you will not, will you?” He winked at her conspiratorially.

Certain that between his and Testis’s efforts, the woman will regain her calm, Dameon redirected his attention to the eradication of the offender. We’re not out of this yet, he thought grimly. His thoughts returned to what he thought had been a raucous cry of a bird earlier. Yet he frowned. Another illusion? If it were a true bird, I would sense it…as it is, I feel as though something animal is in here, but it is so much more than a typical beast…Seizing upon this one lead, he wandered over to the other side of the shop and looked up.

“I know you’re there,” he called softly. “And I know you can hear me. As you can see, your antics have been foiled.” He gestured at the magical lights. “The authorities are almost here already.” Indeed, since Dameon had sent for them several minutes ago, there was a group of them approaching the shop. They had not yet arrived yet, since they were obviously disoriented from the recent loss and regain of light, but it would not take them long before they came. “If they find you here, they may not hold back as we have done. That dagger back there was only a warning…these authorities are armed with guns from the City of Thor.” Again, Dameon spoke with such conviction that only an idiot would dismiss his words. In any case, they could see for themselves that what he said was true. “I am giving you one last chance to surrender yourself. Come down. I promise your personal safety. If you do this, I will make sure you will get off lightly. They may not even arrest you. But only if you come down now. Please.”

His eyes sought them out. In the light of the Gubraithian fire, he could see one vague shape, but with a much smaller one sitting on its shoulder. That must be the bird that isn’t. He tried to meet both of their gazes, tried to persuade them to listen to him. It hadn’t worked the first time, but perhaps now, with the imminent threat only moments away, the culprit would wisely choose the safer path.

[deathsshadow]

SERENA
H.

*Oh phooey, just had to go and ruin the fun!* Serena looked out the far window and saw, true to the coaxing sranger's words, tropps of white clad police were marching towards the shop, guns held at the ready, swords also dangling from their wide belts. *My personal safety? Hah, then why the heck do you want me down there in the first place! Forget it, like I said, you want me, come and get me. Afterall, I know you can see us fairly now so why not give it a shot. You're tattooed friend there is certaintly capable of doing such a thing. Of course, the fun part might've been ruined, but the game's not over yet, not by far it isn't!* Turning to her bird, Sere muttered into its ear, "Alright you idiot, make yourself useful and get down there!"
Cree threw a startled glare at her mistress and said in a quiet tone, "I'm not gonna do that again! The last time it happened I nearly had my head chopped off when in reality it was you who should've been in my place!"
"And a pity they didn't succeed the first time eh bird? Now if you don't move your tail I'll personally take your head off!"
The raven looked away.
"You wouldm't," she muttered but knew very well that the violent teen would without so much as a second thought.

Looking quite peeved about her assigned task, Cree hopped off Sere's shoulder and onto the wooden beam. Taking a deep breadth, the black bird rustled her feathers a bit and waited with one eye still staring at the girl repraochfully. Serena ignored the expression and aimed her snake's open mouth at the raven and this time, the tendrils of black smoke enveloped Cree, surrounding her small form and contorting it, stretching it longer and taller, then wider until finally the raven was only a mass of black, no particular shape, no particular form, nothing but an inky blob with two red slits. The crimson diamonds stared one last time at Serena before leaping down onto the bar table top while its human stayed where she was. That was the most she could do with a living thing, make it into a somewhat shapeless being and set it as a distraction. *Hopefully this time someone kills that dratted bird by mistake. Save me a lot of trouble in the future.* The new Cree writhed around a bit on the wooden surface and fell off, hitting the floor with a splat like noise. For while it just lay there as though dead and secretly, its host wished she were dead in truth but that was not to be apparently. *Great, now I get to lie here like a sitting duck and wait for one of those humans to attack. Brilliant idead Serena, brilliant idea! Why's it always me?*

Her 'limbs' were starting to flail around like a mad octopus again, waving in the air without purpose, as though niviting somebody to hack at them with a knife or something. *Oh joy, I'm definetly gonna die this time with that crazy waitress woman around. Mom and dad are so in for it if I meet up with them again down there! Making friends with those humans. Hah! Look where its landed your daughter, a dead fowl just waiting to be chopped into tiny pieces while that girl site up there watching!* The raven puffed out her feathers angrily again, causing the blob to expand a bit, making her a better target than ever.

[Monkey Monk]

OOC: Serene, you've been spoken to about using other people's creations and godmoding. Please edit your post to get rid of those two things so we can prevent another speaking or worse, punishment.

[deathsshadow]

Modified

[Aveilthé]

At first it seemed as if the woman refused to abade to the two
gentlemen that attempted to sedate her.

"Do NOT touch me," she hissed, trying to brush off their fingers
from her shoulder, but as soon as the creature from above
came down, the woman's nostrils flared. Like a rhino, she was
preparing with all her womanly mass to get to the fake girl,
but Méav scrambled to the woman and screamed for her to stop.

"Get off me, child," the manager growled, pushing Méav like
a rag doll. Getting angry, Méav took a hold of the manager's arm
and pulled it so that it twisted behind her back. The pain was
so great that the woman fainted and collapsed onto the floor.
Méav, not expecting a reaction like this, began blushing furiously.

"Oops..." she moaned, bending down beside the woman. "Well,
we told her to stop..." She took the woman's arm and pulled
her up. The woman's mass was very heavy, but being a limber
girl, she heaved the manager over to her desk where Méav
dissapeared momentarily behind the it, and placed the woman
with a pillow beneath her, including a small, ragged blanket.
Méav reappeared from behind the desk, looking downright
flustered.

"She'll be fine..." She whiped her face with her cloak's sleeve,
and weaved her place towards the two men. Without thinking
about it, Méav stood close to Testis.

"Urgh, this girl's getting on my nerves," said she, glaring angrilly
at the fake girl without knowing that this girl was the raven.

The other blatant oddness of this whole mess was the fact that
the girl was bloating herself. "...the bloody hell's she doing?"

[Monkey Monk]

Testis frowned as he watched what seemed to be human fall
down onto a table. The whole thing was too convenient in his
mind. There was no reason for the creature to be flailing about
in such a way after all, his blade was the only attack and he
knew it had not landed. His gaze narrowed as he looked up to
the rafters darkly. No, this had to be another illusion made by
whoever was behind all this. Slowly he began to slide back away
from the others. His steps were silent as he backed up slowly.

When he came to a spot he thought was about right, he
suddenly began to run toward the table. He was relatively quick
but not supernaturally. Suddenly he jumped up onto the table
and then straight upward. His hand gripped the rafter he knew
to be above the table and his leg curled up to his chest. The
momentum of it all caused him to spin upward from the rafter
which he then landed on deftly. Crouching, he scanned over the
rafters in search of the true trouble maker. His gaze was cold
and determined.

[Felypsa]

The noise of the frenzied waitress made Dameon turn around in slight surprise, watching her approach. He continued to watch as Méav grabbed her and twisted her arm, making the woman faint. Dameon winced as it happened. Méav looked very sorry about it. He hurried over to help her carry the woman over to behind her desk, if Méav would allow it. He smiled softly at Méav and said reassuringly, “You did what you had to do.”

They both stood and stared at the girl who had come down from the rafters. Dameon frowned, also confused and suspicious of her strange behavior. He approached her until he was only a couple of feet away, and tried to look her in the eye, striving to have her meet his steady green eyes. “Are you the culprit?” he asked softly. “You seem partly animal. Almost…birdlike…” He was thoughtful. He had heard the shriek of a bird earlier, and the culprit had already proved herself capable of illusion. If this “girl” looked into his eyes, she might feel compelled to tell the truth.

Even though Dameon continued to focus on this girl and tried to figure out the mystery, he was aware in his peripheral vision of Testis jumping up on a table and then hoisting himself into the rafters. So he suspects, too, Dameon thought. At the same time, Dameon heard the soft tinkle of the shop’s bell as the door opened. A group of the authorities came in, accompanied by a few medics. They glanced around, and the medics discovered the body of the man whom Testis had killed earlier, and rushed over to him to see if he was still living. One of them mingled among the remaining customers, checking for shock or any other injuries. Meanwhile, the the leader of the authorities strode up to Dameon. “What’s going on here? What’s with the darkness?”

“This may be one of the culprits,” Dameon replied, still not taking his gaze away from the creature in front of him. “Heavy use of magic.” He wanted to see if he could wrestle the truth out of her. He murmured quietly, “This is your last chance. If you confess the truth—all of it—you will be spared some great…discomfort.” His eyes sought hers, but not in the romantic way.

Some of the authorities had recognized Méav and approached her. “Are you well, m’lady?” one of them asked, concerned. “You really shouldn’t be out here all alone, without a bodyguard. Especially with all this magic…and murder.” He glanced at the dead body of the big man.

[deathsshadow]

SERENA
H.

Serena crused silently as she watched the green eyes man stare at her creation intently. *One word Cree, just one and I swear this time, I will have your head!* A light thump coming from behind made her whip around to stare into the darkness. A blurry shape was all she could make out but enough to tell her one of them had made their way up into the rafters. *So, this one didn't buy the distraction eh? Decided to come after the real one instead. Well, you've gotten this far, come and get me then!* Giving the illusion below one last look to make sure the wretched bird hadn't talked yet, Sere leapt onto the wooden beam directly before the one she perched on. Balancing, she looked back oer her shoulder and waited for the pursuer to catch up. *A game of tag, how fun.* The bell on the front door jingled, announcing another arrival. Sure enough, several white clad men came marching in, some of them bending down to examing the murdered man while others greeted the woman with the glowing sand. *Brilliant, more candidates for the game! This is getting good indeed.* It wouldn't be long for someone to get her, seeing as they were catching on pretty fast. *Perhaps a bit of fresh air will do you lot some good.* So thinking, Serena started to take leave towards the door, crouching by the top of the doorframe and waiting for an opportunity.

Cree on the other hand, wasn't enjoying herself as much as her mistress. Clearly distressed, the raven stared dismally back at the bright eyed stranger looking back at her. *Crap, those eyes are really getting to me!* She snapped her half opened beak shut at the last second and shook her head, backing up from him. But she was stuck, those strange orbs kept drawing her attention time and again, forcing her to open her mouth and say something. 8But if I tell, Serena's gonna have my head for sure. No second chances this time.* Despite the girl's murderous nature and obvious hatred towards humans, Cree found herself thinking her mistress wasn't so bad to her in the best of times. Shrieking in her head, the raven in disguise continued to back away, shaking her head roughly and snapping shut her eyes. *No, I'm not gonna tell, not now, you can't make me!* With an unexpected squawk, the unfortunate bird saw to her relief she was once more an animal and able to move. *Thank you Sere! It's about time too!* Screeching triumphantly and gleefuly, she rose into the darkness above with a series of strongs flaps and disapeared with Serena out the open door. Feeling themselves slipping up onto the tiled roof, Cree shook her feathers out and sighed, glad to be outside again.
"Well, I didn't tell anything Sere I swear!" she rasped into the girl's ear.
Her only response was a smile from her companion and she knew it was the most she'd get. Feeling rather proud, she took to the air again and flew around in circles above Serena's head, keen eyes peering at the open door.