Just duck things

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[The video starts in Disaster House, so there's quite the odd assortment of skulls, weaponry and nick-knacks that are obviously visible in the background. Reaper was just putting the finishing touches on a braid for Ahiru's hair, adding a bright yellow bow to the end of it which matched her yellow dress that she wore.

She was seated and he seemed to loom over her sunny self like a dark shadow, but unlike other times he might make a network appearance, he was issuing a low growling hum of a tune as he finished setting the scene that he decided was best.

Wraith, who was recording early on purpose, finally made a low sonorous cry to announce that things were under way.

Reaper looked up from where he was fussing a bit with some of her hair that defied gravity and immediately crossed his arms over his chest to be menacing. He also made certain to send Wraith a scathing look before he was clearing his throat in a raspy growl.]

I’m cooking you the next time you record without a cue, Wraith. [He forced himself to relax.] Are you ready, Ahiru?

[She shifted in her seat, smiling at the peacock and giving an awkward little wave at the Omen.] I-I think so, Mr. Reaper. If you’re sure…

[He set his gloved hands on her shoulders lightly, but anyone else might see the gesture as menacing or maybe just overprotective. He’d promised he’d do this, and now he had worked himself up to just getting to it.] Greetings, Sleepers. Many of you know young Ahiru here, and if you don’t, well, consider this an introduction. Don’t get ideas about hurting her because I will remove your skin with a grapefruit spoon….

[Ahiru stared with a twitching brow, patting his hand lightly.] Mr. Reaper…

Ah. Right, to the crux of this post. Ahiru is seeking love in these parts, as she should. If anyone considers themselves worthy enough to take her for a nice gallivant, step up now. [He pointed an accusing finger.] The rules are: she must be home by nine. She must be unscathed. She must be happy. If any of you dare bring her home unhappy, there will be consequences. [Another pointed finger at the Omen recording.] And keep your hands in your pockets, gentlemen. This is for love not a touchy-feely opportunity

[Ahiru has started that awkward kind of laugh that kids get when their parents are embarrassing them, now avoiding looking at Wraith. Soon enough, Ahiru begins to fidget for a moment before looking at the camera with a smile.] Uhm, this is just — I mean, hi! My name is Ahiru. I practice ballet. I like music and uhm . . . bread! I'm also kind of a duck really, but I'm also a girl and maybe we could . . . spend time together? [She sneaks a glance at Reaper, a little emboldened.] But I have to be back by nine!

[Reaper issued a low chuckle and patted her lightly on the head. It was as close to fondness he might show anyone publicly.] As the lady says. Don’t be shy… [He ends his part with a dangerous laugh.]



[OOC: Reaper is in red & Ahiru is in yellow. One or both of them may reply to comments.]

Comments

[opheliac]

Fishbones and I got a connection where we comfort each other in our darkness moments.

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There are so many ways to imagine how that would play out. Well done.

[opheliac]

Wait, you mean you don't cuddle with your guns at night?

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Not since the war, no. Now I have something warm and flesher to share a sleeping space with.

[opheliac]

... A big sack of uncooked meat or somethin'?

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[That gets an actual honest laugh out of Reaper. Congrats.]

Indeed. Maul would likely not appreciate being called that, but it's definitely what I'm calling him the next time we share a bed.

[opheliac]

Wait. I think I remember Horns mentioning somethin' about now finding love. So you're the guy?

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The one and only. He's the more charming of the two of us. Also the more reactive.

[opheliac]

He's pretty cool for y'know, the one time I spoke with him.

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If you're interesting enough, he'll be back to talk with you again. Just don't piss him off or he'll stab you.

[opheliac]

What? But that's the fun part...!!

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You say that, but I don't believe you.

[opheliac]

Awww but I'm pretty reliable, y'know. Lying is a thing I never do.

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Everyone lies. Anyone that claims otherwise is also a liar.

[opheliac]

But what reason would I have to lie about? If you ask me something' right now, I'll give you the honest truth!

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[Fine. She was asking for it.]

What's your most painful memory?

[opheliac]

(...)

I-I'm not answer that. Ask me somethin' else.

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Careful. Some unspoken trauma is showing.

[He respected her wishes to not speak on such matters more and made a point of making a considering sound. What was something easy to lie about? So many choices.]

How many times have you been arrested and for what infraction?

[opheliac]

(it takes her a moment to regain herself. that previous question really set her off to a certain place in her mind she wished not to visit. and it shows by the tone of her voice clearing and a sniff. 'pull yourself together, jinx.')

Ahem. — I've never been arrested. I was able to get away every time the Enforcers hunted me down.

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[He made a noise in his throat, filing away the information.]

Sounds like you have quite the legs on you and a quick mind to avoid capture. What were you doing that caused you to have run ins with law enforcement?

[opheliac]

Just a lil' this and that. — Mostly goin' up to the city above to ruffle up their feathers. But a lotta times I'm up there on a mission my Old man sent me on.

(she wonders if silco was around today, would he set her on tasks and missions? so far, this place seems a lot more peaceful and sleepers seem to be getting along. the only real threat are creatures or beasts she has yet to see.)