Broken bird.

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

[There is a Crow sitting at the end of the Daedalus Bridge.


Oddly enough, he doesn't appear to be doing much of anything; he's staring raptly off into space, apparently unaware that he is staring at miles upon miles of open water, that he is getting peppered with just-above-freezing ocean spray sitting here, that he has no jacket, and, indeed, that he is only half-dressed - having come here in the middle of the night, as a matter of fact, already dressed for bed in nothing but a pair of shorts and a light T-shirt.

He's also holding a rawhide cord loosely in one hand. Close observers may notice a ruby pendant tucked in between the strands of rawhide, as though whoever put this thing together was afraid it would fall off if not well-secured.

Anybody wanting to save this bird from himself is welcome to pester, but be warned: he may not talk to you. And he probably won't make sense even if he does.]

Comments

[scarbycat.livejournal.com]

[Have a curious-sounding growlpurr noise, Crow.]

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

[No such luck, Whiskers. He's still just staring out at the water, as though waiting for it to answer a question for him.]

[scarbycat.livejournal.com]

[How about a paw-prod?]

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

[ . . . well. It nets you a glance, at least. But it's curiously disinterested, given that 1) you're a huge fucking cat and 2) he knows you. Then it's right back to staring out at the water.]

[scarbycat.livejournal.com]

...Crow?

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

[Long silence. Looooooooooooooooooooooooong silence. When he does speak, he's still not looking at you.] I wouldn't of.

[scarbycat.livejournal.com]

...Crow.

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

[He holds up the rawhide and lets it dangle, watching the last of the sun play off the stone woven into it. For just a second it looks like he might throw it into the water, but then he drops it back into his lap and goes on staring.]

[scarbycat.livejournal.com]

[Whiskers makes an irritated noise.]

If you're not going to talk to me, I'm leaving.

[deadthingflying.livejournal.com]

[He must have a radar for things like this or maybe he's just a creeper and always lurking around, because guess who's coming to make a nusance of himself (he can't help himself really). Plopping down on the bridge next to Crow and moving to give him a slight nudge on the shoulder.]

Hey. Do I need to scrounge up some booze again? It'll probably be a little tricker this time around, but I can do it.

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

[He . . . sort of looks around at the nudge, but doesn't really react otherwise.]

[deadthingflying.livejournal.com]

[Well Dead!Crow is not the sort to be deterred. How about a harder nudge? He will keep this up until he gets some sort of a reaction. He's been worried, you know. Even if he has an odd way of showing it.]

C'mon, man. Perk up. I'm here now.

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand . . . nothing. Not so much as a blink. Sorry, Crow.]

[deadthingflying.livejournal.com]

[He frowns. This is possibly even worse than the screaming and talking to himself thing of a few weeks ago. There's going to be another nudge, that might be closer to a hard jab in the ribs.]

C'mon. Would you at least look at me? [And if he doesn't... well, the next step will be *making* Crow look at him.]

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

[And he looks over, at least . . . but he still doesn't seem to be really registering.]

... what episode is the cap in that icon from. I think I need it. :3

[deadthingflying.livejournal.com]

[That's a marginal improvement, but not much. And Dead!Crow is just *glowering* now. Not at Crow, just over the situation.] What. Happened?

uhh . . . Yuusei v kiryu 2.0. 55 maybe?

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

[Aaaaaaaaaaaaand . . . nothing. Not so much as a blink.]

[1andnotthesame.livejournal.com]

[Well, the twins happened to be in the area and are near the bridge scrounging for material-once Yuusei spots him he calls out. They seem a bit tired-they had just been released from Mallki's control some time ago apparently and spot you from near the bottom of it. They haven't seen you in a while, so Yuusei calls out by way of greeting.]

Crow!

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

[No response. Not so much as a twitch. Well that's odd.]

[1andnotthesame.livejournal.com]

[It is. Yuusei looks rather concerned. Ryuu's annoyed that someone has the audacity to ignore his brother.]

Oi!!! Anyone in there, or are you as empty-headed as you look?!

Niisan!!!

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

[Crow looks off in a different direction, then turns his attention back to the water.]

[1andnotthesame.livejournal.com]

OIIII!!!

[Okay, that's it. He's coming up that bridge to deck you. Yuusei's following, if only because he's concerned about Crow's unresponsiveness (and someone's got to keep his brother in line).]

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

[Go right ahead. But don't expect a big response or anything.]

[1andnotthesame.livejournal.com]

[Not even if he aims a punch at the back of your head? Strong one too. Yuusei's not getting there in time to stop him...]

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

[Nope. Doubtful if he even knows you did it. He just sort of gets thrown forward, then goes back to his previous position.]