Somebody's feeling better....

[birdofblackcity.livejournal.com]

[Thanks to phoenix!Rex, Crow has gotten over his cold and is feeling energetic. Of course, everyone knows what a peppy, happy crow does. It swipes shiny objects. This Crow is no different. He is a thief, after all.

So he's poking around the Satellite area, looking for anything that catches his interest. If you have stuff he wants, he just might try to gank it from you....]

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[fumanzoku.livejournal.com]

[The last person Kiryu had wanted to find was Crow. He'd caused him enough trouble the first go around... and yet, there he was, ahead of him. He knew that orange hair anywhere.

But then he saw the face.

Markers. So many. That wasn't his Crow. His Crow was younger... not any shorter, though.

Even so, he felt himself approaching. He couldn't help it.]

Crow...

[birdofblackcity.livejournal.com]

[Crow looked up, surprised and trying to act casual. He wasn't planning to steal anything, honest. Something about this guy's face was familiar, though.

When Kiryu gets close, Crow backpedals, shocked. One of the co-presidents of the HTRC, here? And why was he dressed like that?]

Kalin Kessler...?!

[fumanzoku.livejournal.com]

[He winces, backing up. That name.]

Kyousuke. Kiryu.

You're the second to say that name to me thinking I'm that person.

That's not my name.

[birdofblackcity.livejournal.com]

Ya look just like 'im....

[Wait. There's no marker. It could be makeup, but....]

Sorry. Thought ya were somebody else.

[fumanzoku.livejournal.com]

No, it's...

You just like him. Like Crow.

You're older, aren't you?

[He shakes his head. He knows he's not being rational.]

I was dead a moment ago, you know. This place it... it gets under the skin.

[birdofblackcity.livejournal.com]

'M Crow, yeah. Crow Hogan. [He cocks his head slightly, curious.] Older? Jus' turned seventeen.

[Regardless of his age, he might look a bit younger since his clothes hang off his body. He's really skinny, maybe even starved.]

Dead? Like... corpsey-dead? [And he's backing up.] E'mathe... a reve!

[fumanzoku.livejournal.com]

[The whole "E'Mathe" thing rings a bell to him as being something akin to the Chimera Yuusei that his own Crow was friends with. Inwardly, he winced. The idea of his Crow knowing such flowery language and more than likely having sex all the time just didn't sit right with him. It didn't take his addled mind long to notice just how thin this Crow was, however.]

The Crow I'm familiar with is 15.

And by dead, I mean I was shot to death. This place brought me back to life...

Whatever life I can expect considering.

[birdofblackcity.livejournal.com]

[Oh Kiryu. This Crow is as human as yours is, but just like yours he has abilities of his own. He's a physical Adept, a human with enhanced agility and reflexes as well as an almost supernatural climbing ability. He doesn't feed on anything but normal human food. He's turned tricks in the slums back home, but you could count those on one hand with fingers left over.]

The City brings folks back if ya bury 'em. S'why we don' bury bodies, we cremate. Too many zombs and reves already.

[He's relaxing a bit, but not completely. This one's always a bit on edge, a habit picked up from where he lives.]

Yer Crow's a young'un.

[fumanzoku.livejournal.com]

[He's begun to scratch at his neck, a nervous tick brought on by a mind long since imbalanced. He needs his Crow to stabilize him, to ground him in reality. Even so, even just being around Crow meant Crow would eventually have to shoot him again when he lost his mind to the Level E lying in wait in his core. What a hideous thing he was.]

He's young, but he's stronger than anyone I know.

[He shakes his head, a small, humorless giggle escaping him.]

I wish I hadn't come back. I know it sounds pathetic, but unlike most of the eternally sad idiots in this city, I have a reason for wanting to stay gone when a bullet goes through my brain pan.

[brokenwhitewing.livejournal.com]

[When Rex woke up to find Crow gone, his immediate reaction was hardly positive. He is currently flying low over the Satellite area, tracking Crow by the brand on the back of his neck and searching for a flash of orange hair.]

[birdofblackcity.livejournal.com]

[And Crow is sneaking along alleys and in and out of empty stores, poking around for interesting little things to swipe. He's already grabbed himself a pack that he slings across his back. Then he hits up a clothing store that isn't empty, sneaking around the racks so the clerk doesn't even know he's there. Within a minute he has two pairs of pants, three shirts, underwear, and he's looking for a coat.]

[brokenwhitewing.livejournal.com]

[Rex lands near a store and he can feel Crow close. He sinks into the shadows of some nearby building and searches for Crow.]

[birdofblackcity.livejournal.com]

[Crow emerges with his bag stuffed full. He even managed to snag a new pair of boots. He casually emerges from the store and makes his way down the street, whistling to himself. The clerk never even noticed him and he got a good haul. He should be decently equipped for the cold weather here.]

[brokenwhitewing.livejournal.com]

[Crow walks past him, and Rex steps out behind the human. With Crow's history in mind and the full pack on his back, there is little doubt as to what he's been doing.]

E'ma l'ere.

[birdofblackcity.livejournal.com]

[Crow yelps, not daring to look back over his shoulder. He recognizes the voice and that's all he needs. He takes off with impressive speed and vanishes around a corner, down a seemingly dead end alley.]

[brokenwhitewing.livejournal.com]

[Rex swears under his breath and follows Crow, worried that the fever has made the boy delirious. He rounds the corner and calls Crow's name.]

[birdofblackcity.livejournal.com]

[Crow knows perfectly well what he's doing. As Rex turns the corner, Crow runs at the back wall of the alley and ends up taking several running steps up the vertical surface. He flings his arms up, grabbing the top edge of the wall-- probably ten feet off the ground-- and pulling himself up and over. He vanishes over the other side.]

[bluehermitcrab.livejournal.com]

[Well, there's a horsey (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/26/Pottok2.jpg) over here.

You can try to steal it if you really want to...]

[birdofblackcity.livejournal.com]

[Steal it? Crow's never even seen anything like it before. It's some kind of huge beast, snorting, smelly, and it's giving him the creeps. He stays far away from it, giving it the evil eye.]

[bluehermitcrab.livejournal.com]

[Horsey looks up after a couple of moments, and sees Crow. And after a few seconds goes back to just minding its own business.

And then its owner comes back. He/she/it is in a white cloak, whoever it is.]

[birdofblackcity.livejournal.com]

[Crow casually watches the cloaked figure, wondering if this one would be an easy mark. Distraction would be the best policy, most likely.

He approaches slowly, still wary about the horse, pausing a few feet away.]

What's that thing, anyway?

[bluehermitcrab.livejournal.com]

[And instantly the figure turns, hand on his hip.]

¿Quién eres?

[birdofblackcity.livejournal.com]

Say wha'?

[Not a language he knows and it's taking the auto-translation power the City grants its people minute to process the words. He points at the horse.]

What. Is. That.

[bluehermitcrab.livejournal.com]

¿Por qué quiere este cabarse?

[His hand is still on his hip. Rather, the wheelock gun hidden under his cloak.]

Where did you come from?

[birdofblackcity.livejournal.com]

Got yanked here from my City, few days ago. Dunno how. Been hangin' 'round th' castle since.

[He gestures toward the castle on the horizon.]

Name's Crow. What's yer name?