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[dontgiveafock]

[From the vegetable patch outside of Joe's kitchen, one might hear a stream of angry curses accompanied by the cawing of crows and the occasional dull thud of a large blunt object. A closer inspection would find Joe himself brandishing a shovel and fighting off a swarm of birds from his garden. On a spit over a fire is a sharksheep, the proposed

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[angha_firebird]

[Rushing to the vegetable patch as soon as Aara sees Joe's struggle, Aara races over and wildly waves her hands about in the air, ducking her head a time or two to miss a wing or beak, and looking over at Joe with worry.

Had he given up, then?]

I... might be able to help.

[dontgiveafock]

[He's red in the face and breathing hard. Joe's been at war with the birds for a while now. When Aara appears, Joe moves toward her, intent on shielding her from any birds that come her way.]

I'm open to any ideas, lass. What've you got in mind?

[angha_firebird]

[Ducking in on herself a bit sheepishly, she decides to spill her great secret with only the smallest bit of hesitation. These birds were attacking quite savagely, after all, and Joe had mentioned this being the Keep's meal. She did not want people to go hungry--or for Joe's hard work to have been in vain.]

I can turn into a dragon? Try to scare them off?

[She's looking up at him uneasily, holding her breath as she waits for his response. Any response. Her heart pounds in her throat. She doesn't want them both getting pecked to death, though. She's also getting used to using the term 'dragon' rather than 'angha' while dealing with the others, here.]

[dontgiveafock]

[Joe arches an eyebrow.]

How big a dragon? This ain't exactly a big space we're workin' in here.

[Sure she might get rid of the crows, but he can't help but worry about the state of the garden if there's a dragon bopping around in it.]

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[mister_10_below]

[Bobby hadn't been paying attention to his journal, so he's not at all expecting to wander towards the kitchen and spot a man glaring down some crows.

For a moment he pauses, raising an eyebrow and looking back and forth from the guy to the crows, and then spotting something roasting over the fire. Something that smells pretty good, actually, and is obviously not for birds.]

Uh. Could you use a little help with the pest problem? Cause I'm not an exterminator or anything, but I might have a solution.

[He's gonna ask before he just starts freezing birds, though. Just in case.]

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[dontgiveafock]

[Joe makes a frustrated sound and ducks to dodge an incoming bird. Maybe putting down the shovel wasn't such a good idea after all. As he dives for his makeshift weapon, Joe glances to Bobby.]

They ain't gonna stop lad, but yer welcome to try whatever you want.

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[mister_10_below]

I can probably thin out their numbers a bit, at least.

[And now that he's got the okay, Bobby stops worrying about ducking incoming crows, and instead turns his attention towards freezing them. The next bird that swoops close to him gets itself with a nice ice coating, and Bobby catches it when it starts to fall to the ground.]

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[dontgiveafock]

Holy fockin' shit!

[Joe grins. Even he's got to admit that Bobby's little ice trick was pretty damn awesome.]

Have at 'em, lad!

[Not to be left out, Joe raises his shovel for thwacking any that come his way. He'll pluck them and stew them if he has to.]

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[helluvachin]

[Zachariah still hadn't stopped his tireless search for steel. There had to be some around here. After all they had some weapons, and what would be the point of having a smithy without any steel?

He did stop though when he saw a man trying to fight of crows with a shovel. Zachariah tried not to laugh but, well, that was just funny.]

Maybe you should try putting up a scarecrow instead.

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[dontgiveafock]

[Joe stopped swinging long enough to glance back at Zachariah. He frowned, and was about to retaliate with some snide remark only to realize that the stranger had a point.]

Aye, maybe yer right.

[Even so, Joe took another swipe at an incoming bird.]

But it makes me feel better to get a shot back at 'em.

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[helluvachin]

[He didn't even bother hiding his grin now. This was just too funny.]

Looks like they're still winning.

[The man hadn't asked him for his help, but that didn't stop Zachariah from thinking about how he'd get rid of the flying pests.]

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[dontgiveafock]

I've taken down a few.

[Joe grumbled in return. Stupid birds needed to get the hell out of his garden.]

Fock it.

[Moving back toward the Kitchen, Joe ignored the birds and looked to Riah.]

Ever made a scarecrow, lad?

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[vivenieta]

Are you alright?

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[dontgiveafock]

[No. By this point he's sitting inside staring out at the havoc in the garden. Joe might be sulking.]

A might pissed off.

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[vivenieta]

I can try to catch another sheep?

But the dogs will make a mess.

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[dontgiveafock]

How about you and I try to catch one. Just us.

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[doctoral_bird]

[There's a noticeably distressed voice, almost in a bit of a panic.]

A-Ah! N-No! What are you doing!

[Oh god, the sorrow. The unhappiness.]

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[dontgiveafock]

M'actin' on a pest problem! [WHACK]

The hell do you think I'm doin'!

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[doctoral_bird]

[There's a yelp of distress, which sounds more like a squawk from the doctor's side.]

No! Why! Shoo them off if you must but don't MURDER them!

[There's a clatter and commotion as Malkus tries to find something. Anything to harmlessly get the crows away without destroying such beautiful creatures.]

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[dontgiveafock]

I shoo them off and the little blighters come straight back! You want to come get rid of 'em yerself?

[Come on Malkus. Come save the birdies from the mean man and his shovel. At least Joe doesn't have his rifle.

Yet.]