It is a small owl, barely the size of a grapefruit, and it's mottled brown and white plumage almost hid it amongst the trees in the orange glow of the sunset. The avian creature circled around once... twice... thrice more before vanishing amid the branches of a tree--
-- Where, a few moments later, a wiry teen dropped awkwardly to the ground. All awkward elbows and knees, and obviously favoring one leg while he moved, Oscar Pine righted himself in the yard of the very house he had avoided since the fallout of a certain party in the spring. The skeletal entities outside seemed to look at him, but no action was taken at that moment.
Oscar figured it would be safe as long as he didn't do anything foolish.
Hefting the bag that had dropped with him over a shoulder, Oscar knocked on the door. If anyone other than his confidant within those walls answered he'd ask: "Hi... can I see Pyrrha?"
To Pyrrha, he'd ask: "This is really dumb, but can you help me with something?"
He wouldn't elaborate on the matter-- but, those who had been observing him over the last season might have a few guesses. The bleached patch of white in his hair was new, and he wasn't all sunshine and smiles like he had been on previous trips.
For John
"Hi. Hello. Uh... Kia ora, right?"
He didn't want to do this.
He also didn't have a choice.
Oscar knew when he was beholden to the rules of someone else's game. Even if he didn't know the rules entirely, mimicry was usually a good, safe option. Although he was nervous enough that he was certain everyone in the vicinity could hear his heart pounding, Oscar dug into his bag regardless for the point of this visit.
Keeping his hands from trembling took an act of will-- but he offered out a neat little platter of brownies. They were plain, fudgey and moist. He didn't know what kinds of toppings the Necrolord Prime, the Kindly Prince, the Teacher would care for...
But, a pissed off John was the last thing he wanted to deal with. Especially now, when his home was a charred ruin and the whole of Trench was beset by flooding.
Taking a breath to still his mind, he carried on with his task.
"I'm sorry. I need you to help me fix something. Are brownies okay as payment?"
Bone House
...There is an owl circling around the building.
It is a small owl, barely the size of a grapefruit, and it's mottled brown and white plumage almost hid it amongst the trees in the orange glow of the sunset. The avian creature circled around once... twice... thrice more before vanishing amid the branches of a tree--
-- Where, a few moments later, a wiry teen dropped awkwardly to the ground. All awkward elbows and knees, and obviously favoring one leg while he moved, Oscar Pine righted himself in the yard of the very house he had avoided since the fallout of a certain party in the spring. The skeletal entities outside seemed to look at him, but no action was taken at that moment.
Oscar figured it would be safe as long as he didn't do anything foolish.
Hefting the bag that had dropped with him over a shoulder, Oscar knocked on the door. If anyone other than his confidant within those walls answered he'd ask: "Hi... can I see Pyrrha?"
To Pyrrha, he'd ask: "This is really dumb, but can you help me with something?"
He wouldn't elaborate on the matter-- but, those who had been observing him over the last season might have a few guesses. The bleached patch of white in his hair was new, and he wasn't all sunshine and smiles like he had been on previous trips.
For John
"Hi. Hello. Uh... Kia ora, right?"
He didn't want to do this.
He also didn't have a choice.
Oscar knew when he was beholden to the rules of someone else's game. Even if he didn't know the rules entirely, mimicry was usually a good, safe option. Although he was nervous enough that he was certain everyone in the vicinity could hear his heart pounding, Oscar dug into his bag regardless for the point of this visit.
Keeping his hands from trembling took an act of will-- but he offered out a neat little platter of brownies. They were plain, fudgey and moist. He didn't know what kinds of toppings the Necrolord Prime, the Kindly Prince, the Teacher would care for...
But, a pissed off John was the last thing he wanted to deal with. Especially now, when his home was a charred ruin and the whole of Trench was beset by flooding.
Taking a breath to still his mind, he carried on with his task.
"I'm sorry. I need you to help me fix something. Are brownies okay as payment?"