voice; un: crow

[crowsfeat]

Name: eileen the crow
Date: early july
Format: voice;

[ The voice that comes over is calm, if a but hoarse. Like someone who'd just got done doing a rather heavy amount of physical activity, running, jumping, climbing things. There's a slight wheeze to their breath. ]

It would seem the Coven has called volunteers to the Outer City. Seen some unfamiliar faces popping about, seeing to dangerous work. I don't doubt some of you might have heard whispers of The Crow.

[ There's a chuckle but... it's empty. Like a reflex, rather than an expression of humor or joy. ]

That'd be me. You may call me Eileen. If you find yourself in trouble, you can be assured I'll have your backs. A Hunter will Hunt, after all.

But I find myself curious... [ there's that chuckle again... ] Do you think this volunteer work will ultimately help? Do you think treating the sickness this way will actually make this city any cleaner?

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[crowsfeat]

Even so, I prefer to focus on what I can accomplish with my own hands.

[stopfen]

I know...That's why I'm helping with supplies. It's all I can do for them.

[crowsfeat]

You could always join me on my patrols, as well. I hear Fae have keen senses for the Cywld that we Harpies lack.

[ recruiting a sidekick? or maybe she just wanted an excuse to spend more time with one of the few friends she'd made... ]

[stopfen]

[The pauses for a moment. Thinking. She had been planning on going out at some point to check something.]

I can sense it...When do you on patrols?

[crowsfeat]

In the twilight hours, often not returning to my roost till the wee hours of the morning, before the sun rises.

[stopfen]

I won't be able to look all the time, but I'm normally awake then. [It was weird how her sleep schedule had gotten. She was used to little sleep, but now she could only have small naps in the early morning and late evening. Always waking up before midnight.] Though, I can't fly if you mean an actual roost.

[crowsfeat]

Oh you don't need to literally fly. Though gliding from rooftop to rooftop is quite fun, at times, but I could manage that before with my cape.

... Perhaps I could make one for you. Crowfeather Garb wouldn't be difficult to replicate in this world, though it would feel slightly profane to do so, when you yourself are not a holder of the Hunter's Mark.

[stopfen]

You've seen my gear. Not that I can really use it here because of what it's made of. Though I might have found a way around that...And I think I'm growing wings...

[They weren't showing yet, but the chitin on her back had...bubbled up. And she could move something inside of it. It was a very weird thing to describe. Like moving a limb that was under a blanket. Except the blanket was solid, and couldn't be removed. It wasn't like a blanket at all...]

That sounds like it'd mean a lot. [She's not sure what the Mark was exactly. But Eileen had mentioned the significance of crows.]

[crowsfeat]

There are two things that symbolize my creed. I showed you one, before, back when you were trying to catch a fish.

[ The Crowhunter Badge. She still wore it, of course. ]

But the other is... more difficult to obtain. It likely cannot be, within this world.

You saw it, didn't you? That thing within the Dream... Those things speak Words, inscribed within Caryll Runes, placed within the very mind of those that hear them... an Oath Memory.

[ Saying it out loud, to an outsider, made it that much more obvious just how... mad the whole thing sounded. ]

[stopfen]

[She...hadn't been trying to catch a fish. But she wasn't going to argue it.]

I saw something. I don't know what and it was hard to see. [All she'd know was Elieen telling her to move, and her instincts screaming out for her to do so. That whatever that thing was, she wanted nothing to do with it.

But despite how odd the words might have sounded before. They did make sense in a strange way. Partly because she'd heard a voice before. Not here, not in the dream. But back home, as the walls had fallen and for a split second she'd been surrounded by a night sky and sand.]

Runes? ...Like the things they use here?

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No... These Runes are not the words of old druids or Gods... [ Not anything they'd call 'Gods' at any rate, not in the traditional senses either of them would know. ]

They are the words of the Kin... Rom was one of them. She granted me Eyes, an Insight I had not known before. The man who trained me in the ways of the Hunter knew these words as well. He granted me the Hunter's Oath Rune.

[stopfen]

[She hums. Even if they were runes like the ones she'd seen in Aefenglom, it wouldn't help her understand that much. Magic was complicated, with all the different types of spell. Even if she could feel it, work out what it did based on feeling. How it actually worked was beyond her.

So in short runes were pictures and words that went boom. Yes...Similarly, she could only guess that Eyes, meant something to do with eyesight.]

Is that why I couldn't tell what thing was? Because I don't have Eyes?

[Because it had just been a blur. Something moving in the mist that she had to get away from.]

[crowsfeat]

You lack Insight.

That is more fortune than folly, I assure you.

[ She only sought it out in desperation, after all. ]

Well. It matters little. I'd gladly have you by my side, whether you bear the Oath Rune or not. I don't need a Great One's words to know I can trust my life with you.

[stopfen]

I'd rather be able to see something if it was dangerous. [Better to see it coming. But the words sit for a moment,]

...Thanks, though I don't think my skills are as reliable as they are back home. [Fae were strong in several ways, but not in the ways she'd been before becoming one.] I think you'd be the one looking out for me, granny.

[crowsfeat]

You'll learn to adapt. I have faith in that much.

[ Mikasa struck her as someone who had survived and adapted her whole life. This wouldn't be troublesome for her, she figured. ]

[stopfen]

I will eventually. Annoyingly...most of it seems to involve saving up money for supplies, so I can fight without causing trouble for others.

[For now, she was milling about. One day she'd be able to fight again.]