[ 005 ] [ 4th Wall Day ] [ audio ]

[bastardbytrade]

You people are so damn noisy.

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[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He glances over at her. Damn, Mordecai must have let his guard down.]

Bloodwing.

[There's a distinct air of pride in his voice as he scratches the bird under the chin. Around that point Mordecai notices the admiring look in her eye and casually shifts the bird a little further away.]

I wouldn't try to touch him, if that's what you're thinking.

[bloodsonthehunt.livejournal.com]

[Ignoring the tinier human, Blood tits his beak up accordingly and gives a long, sharp coooooo.

Master was gone, but he found Master. Even failing to devour the tiny Ottsel thing can't dampen the proud joy.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Mordecai is positively thrilled to be back in the company of his bird. The pair had been together for so long that suddenly being without Bloodwing was rather frustrating and wrong.

He carries out a brief inspection of the bird, making sure that Blood is indeed unharmed and unchanged in any way.]

That's my boy. Did you get into any trouble without me? You been fightin' boy?

[bloodsonthehunt.livejournal.com]

[Blood trills in response, more than happy to lift his wings for the routine inspection. He has no marks on him, though a feather or two is out of place after the failed Ottsel hunt.

He lets out another, not-so-abrasive cry, head and neck bobbing like that of a chicken.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[The feathers out of place are noted. Either Blood's been scavenging and not being careful, or he's been up to something. The head bob triggers the sniper to quirk an eyebrow.]

Who you been chasing, Blood?

[Smirk.]

Did you get them good?

[bloodsonthehunt.livejournal.com]

[Sidling on the arm guard, Bloodwing's beak opens slightly and his eyes widen in remembered frustration. He shrieks, keening and displeased.

STUPID DAXTER :(]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Mordecai shakes his head. Clearly his guidance has been missed. Or maybe whoever or whatever Bloodwing was after was a sneaky rascal.

Regardless, he gives the bird a reassuring pat.]

Next time.

[soryaseroth.livejournal.com]

[she nods]

I am Cassidy by the way.

[she bows, and rightens herself]

May I ask who you are?

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He watches her a second, debating whether or not he should answer. Mordecai isn't exactly the conversational type; at least not with strangers. Besides, she seems a little younger than the girls he usually associates with.]

Mordecai. How long you been stuck on this boat for?

[soryaseroth.livejournal.com]

I just got here. But I'm afraid I won't be here long, nor will you remember me.

[she looks around]

It would be nice to be here for a while though. Quite an interesting group on this vessel. Perhaps the captain will bring me on, that would be nice.

If I may ask, how long have you been here?