[04 - Commentlog] Accumulate

[needsnobottle]

[Tammy's no fool. She doesn't have any experience with birds, but she knows well enough that they can bite and they probably wouldn't appreciate having their feathers yanked off. So she's been gathering fallen hawk feathers from the mews for a while now. She needs 19.5 (she figures 20 and she'll cut one of them in half) and right now she has 13.

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[b100b100dbeast]

[Equius is still searching for his moirail, and has been for the past two days. He's beginning to run out of places to search, and that sinking feeling is now a total pit in his stomach. He walks, hunching over slightly, rage and sorrow fighting each other inside of him.]

You. Lowblood. Have you seen a troll, like me. A female that answers to the name "Nepeta".

[needsnobottle]

[Tammy looks up at the voice, though that lowblood comment baffles her. But the general tone leaves little doubt it's an insult. She arches an eyebrow and eyes the gray-skinned...troll? Wait, Tammy remembers something about trolls. But even if it didn't immediately click, that name rings a definite bell.]

Can't say that I have. Not in person, anyway, and I can't remember the last time I talked to her. A while ago.

[Tammy tilts her head, studying the guy. Then she takes a shot.]

I'm guessing you're the sweaty asshole.

[b100b100dbeast]

[His eyebrows raise for a moment, then lower to a sharp glare.]

I see you have spoken to the mustardblood. Do not believe any of the slander he tries to spread about me. Anyways, that is unfortunate. If you do... Let me know.

[He takes a seat on the grass far from her and opens his journal to hopefully see a response from Nepeta.]

[needsnobottle]

[Tammy tilts her head, studying him across the way and wondering about his sullen demeanor. Wondering...]

If by mustardblood you mean Sollux [She's not quire pronouncing that correctly] then yeah, he mentioned you. And Nepeta, though I'd talked to her before that.

[Tammy nods to his journal.]

I take it you've tried contacting her that way?

[likesfootnotes]

[Tammy, you were hoping for hawk feathers and Bartimaeus knows that all too well. This is probably why you are suddenly greeted by a raven landing not far away, feathers ruffled up as it settles its wings.

Rather than trolling off the bat, Bartiraven preens his feathers for a bit, then swivels his head about to peer at the book.

And, what the heck, he might as well hop towards it while he's at it. Don't mind him, he'll only peck at the pages if you don't intervene.]

[needsnobottle]

[Tammy doesn't notice the raven immediately, not until it's started to hop toward her. When she spots it, she's got no reason to think it's anything more than a simple raven. Bold, certainly, but maybe that's common among ravens.]

Sorry, doubt you'd be interested. [She motions to the book.] It's not Poe.

[likesfootnotes]

[Bartiraven hops to the left, then to the right, and cocks his head at the book before that beak of his splits into a wicked, unnatural grin.]

Quoth the raven: Are you sure?

[needsnobottle]

[A...talking raven. Tammy is feeling like she's having a lot of these moments where she has to pause and process. Thank you for these opportunities Keep.]

Um...yep. Absolutely certain this isn't Poe.