feng-wu -{-oo1--
Characters: Feng-Wu and vatheon~
Location: ... A remote area. Somewhere.
Time: Afternoon
Style: Either
Status: Open!
[For those looking up, they might spot a hawk flying through the... sky/air/whatever one might deem the surface of the city. Those with a sharp eye might notice a piece of paper in its claws as well. It's flying throughout the entire city, as though searching for something-and it is.
But whatever it's looking for, it doesn't find it. With a loud, sharp cry, it flies back to its owner to perch on his arm: a lone (and still rather wet) figure standing in a quiet area. His hair's been removed from its usual ponytail to let it dry properly, allowing it to cascade past his shoulders. His cloak's also been removed, currently hanging over a nearby branch to dry.
After taking the paper, he lifts his arm-a signal to the hawk to fly off, though it merely circles the air above him, never leaving the area. With both hands free, he opens the message. Written on the paper is his own writing; a brief message stating his presence in the city. The fact that the message didn't reach anyone-specifically, his allies-results in one conclusion:]
No one, then...
[For a moment, there's complete silence, before his hawk squawks again and immediately, Feng-Wu withdraws one of his swords, and-
Let's just say that you might be finding a blade pointed towards you, because jumpy captive is jumpy right now. and I didn't just reuse my dressing room post, what are you talking about]
Location: ... A remote area. Somewhere.
Time: Afternoon
Style: Either
Status: Open!
[For those looking up, they might spot a hawk flying through the... sky/air/whatever one might deem the surface of the city. Those with a sharp eye might notice a piece of paper in its claws as well. It's flying throughout the entire city, as though searching for something-and it is.
But whatever it's looking for, it doesn't find it. With a loud, sharp cry, it flies back to its owner to perch on his arm: a lone (and still rather wet) figure standing in a quiet area. His hair's been removed from its usual ponytail to let it dry properly, allowing it to cascade past his shoulders. His cloak's also been removed, currently hanging over a nearby branch to dry.
After taking the paper, he lifts his arm-a signal to the hawk to fly off, though it merely circles the air above him, never leaving the area. With both hands free, he opens the message. Written on the paper is his own writing; a brief message stating his presence in the city. The fact that the message didn't reach anyone-specifically, his allies-results in one conclusion:]
No one, then...
[For a moment, there's complete silence, before his hawk squawks again and immediately, Feng-Wu withdraws one of his swords, and-
Let's just say that you might be finding a blade pointed towards you, because jumpy captive is jumpy right now. and I didn't just reuse my dressing room post, what are you talking about]