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COO COO PIGEONS COO

May 21, 2011 13:47

There seem to be an awful lot of pigeons about today. They blanket the courtyards and pathways, cooing and fidgeting and fighting. They’re as flighty as ever, wheeling away in great flocks as soon as anyone approaches. All but the odd one or two, who hop on the spot half-heartedly, or else fly in a circle and quickly land again ( Read more... )

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brynkitten May 21 2011, 03:55:42 UTC

Bryn had just been walking by the courtyard when she noticed all the pigeons. There were an awful lot of them. She couldn't remember seeing so many there, and wondered briefly if perhaps someone had put out food to draw them there. She didn't see anything...

...except that some of those birds were acting a bit oddly.

Bryn took a closer look and noticed the small canister on the back of a bird not all that far from her. Curious, she moved closer, already bending her knees to bring herself lower to the ground. Perhaps if she didn't seem so big it wouldn't be scared off...

keep_hallways May 21 2011, 04:02:16 UTC

The pigeon cocks its head to the side, watching Bryn, but it does not fly away. In fact, it hops closer, cooing all the while.

brynkitten May 21 2011, 04:04:37 UTC

That was odd. Usually birds didn't do that. Definitely not the ones in the wild, but then again she smelled more strongly of cougar then.

Bryn crouched down, balancing on the balls of her feet, and scooted closer to the bird, holding out a hand slowly as if to beckon it closer.

Sure, pigeons were called rats with wings but this one looked rather pretty. And clean. She was just going to wash her hand really well after if it let her get close.

keep_hallways May 21 2011, 04:09:09 UTC

The pigeon followed Bryn's beckoning, stopping just past her hand. It looked up to her, then cocked its head to the other side.

There was a small canister on its back, and in the canister, a scroll of paper.

brynkitten May 21 2011, 04:11:09 UTC

It had to be trained. It was the only explanation for why it was so trusting of her. Not wanting to pass this opportunity by, Bryn reached for the little canister, opened it, and carefully slipped the paper out.

After she closed the canister again, Bryn ignored the bird and eased back to sit on the ground as she opened the scroll of paper to see what it said inside.

keep_hallways May 21 2011, 04:15:05 UTC

The message delivered, the bird took flight, leaving Bryn with only the message:

( ... )

brynkitten May 21 2011, 04:19:37 UTC

She dropped the note.

The little slip of paper tumbled to the ground and she stared at it as it curled up upon itself once more and rolled a little bit away from her leg.

She didn't notice her heart start to beat a little faster, speeding up with shallow breaths. Bryn swallowed, and clenching her teeth together as if that would keep her steady, reached out to take the paper back again.

Who was Tom? Who was dead?

"Where did this come from?" she whispered aloud, glancing to the carrier pigeon and then back to the curled note in her hand.

keep_hallways May 21 2011, 04:22:03 UTC

There was no answer but the cooing of the flock.

brynkitten May 21 2011, 04:24:00 UTC

This had to be a joke. A joke right?

Bryn swallowed and scrambled to her feet. She shoved the note into her pocket and searched the birds. This couldn't be the only note. There were tons of birds. Surely there were more with canisters there. With other notes. If there were, maybe one of them would make this all make sense.

keep_hallways May 21 2011, 04:26:26 UTC

There were indeed more with canisters, but Bryn's scrambling scared most of the flock away.

There was, however, a lone bird left. It turns its head, the motion jerky in that birdlike way, and coos.

brynkitten May 21 2011, 04:28:45 UTC

Shit, shit, she scared the flock. Bryn forced herself to stop, and slowly, carefully approach the remaining bird. She tried to urge it forward again with an outstretched hand and little kissy noises.

"Here, birdy-birdy," she murmured, eyes fixed on the bird, unwavering as if she were stalking prey in her other form.

keep_hallways May 21 2011, 04:30:30 UTC

With one hop, it turned around. With a few more, it moved closer to Bryn, just as friendly as the previous pigeon.

brynkitten May 21 2011, 04:32:04 UTC

Well that certainly made it easy. Once again, Bryn carefully grasped the small canister on its back, opened it, pulled the paper out, and closed the canister again.

On her feet this time, She carefully unrolled the scrap of paper, mentally bracing herself for whatever this message might say.

keep_hallways May 21 2011, 04:34:31 UTC

( ... )

brynkitten May 21 2011, 04:42:04 UTC

No, nothing prepared her for that, but rather than drop this message as well, her fingertips tighten on the paper. Bryn stared at it. Even out of context, the first message had made sense. Someone was telling another person that everyone was all dead.

This...who would send a message like this? Bryn wasn't sure whether to be reassured that the person didn't eat cats, or horrified that they ate kids. What war were they talking about? Was there a war and now everyone was dead? Perhaps this war had something to do with why everyone's worlds were being retroactively taken out of existence ( ... )

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