a bit of audio/action.

[contaeoro]

[audio]
[There is not a lot to the audio from Maiza today. Nobody is talking, but there is definitely something there, and that something is definitely attacking the journal. It hits it, sharply, then shoves it across -- judging from the sound of leaves and dirt dislodged by the moving journal -- the forest floor. It's followed by the rustle of wings close by the book, and some more scratching as the journal moves again.

The wings make noise again, although this time it sounds like it's flying. Clumsily so, one might note. The entry ends with the sound of wind blowing past and a loud thud as the journal hits the forest floor. Whatever bird was carrying Maiza's journal, it couldn't keep its grip.]

[action later on #1; the fountain]
[A couple hours after the entry, there is a brown owl sitting on the fountain in the village. He looks exhausted as he slumps on the journal he's got with him and hoots miserably at whoever passes by. Sometimes he spreads out his wings and rustles it to try to get attention, especially at people who Maiza Avaro may recognize. He's hungry. He's tired. Please help.]

[action #2; community house 7, floor 5 room 23]
[It's later in the afternoon, closer to evening, when an owl smacks into the window. It might have looked like it was trying to headbutt its way through the glass, but it's hard to tell. It disappears for a minute and returns to the window again, flying a little less steadily and now with a journal clasped in its talons. It stays at the window hoping someone will open it.]

Comments

[Action #1] ~Have a Vulcan~

[spohkh]

[Spock was walking across the village proper on his way to the Dome when he heard a rather interesting sound....

....it sounded incredibly like a dejected owl. On further inspection, strangely enough, it was.

Spock approached the bird...saw the journal, and made an assumption...]

Greetings... I am Spock. Are you perhaps suffering from a Malnosso effect?

[Action] I will gladly accept this :)

[contaeoro]

[How fast this person is at catching on! The owl raises itself from his slumped position and stands tall, staring up at Spock. He moves forward slowly, then lowers his head shortly. It may be a nod.]

:3

[spohkh]

[Spock observes the owl's movements curiously...Then the Vulcan lowers himself so that he is level with the bird.]

I am a touch telepath.... it would be much easier to communicate if I utilize this. Do I have your permission?

[contaeoro]

[Telepath? That's not a thing Maiza expected would be an available option for him, but if it will make something easier he's happy to use it. He lowers his head, then raises it quickly in a nod.]

[action #1]

[funnygirl]

[Belle is hurrying by the fountain, out on an errand run, when she notices a brown owl sitting on the fountain. It's standing on someone's journal and looks quite miserable. Maybe it's someones pet?

She approaches carefully, trying not to frighten it away.]

Hello there.

[She glances again at the journal, wondering who it could belong to.]

[action]

[contaeoro]

[The owl hoots at her, stepping forward on the journal and staring up at her. He remembers her, even if they only met for a short time a while ago. He's always had pretty good memory, and she isn't an easy face to forget.

When he sees her looking at the journal, he hoots again and steps off it.]

[action]

[funnygirl]

[Once the owl steps off the journal she takes it as a sign to check who it belong to. Opening up, she spots a familiar name on the front cover.]

Oh! You must be monsieur Maiza's bird. What are you doing out here all alone?

[Not actually expecting an answer, she holds a hand out for the owl to step into.] Come now, I'll help you find him.

[Action #1!]

[flameoroku]

[Annd here comes Roku for a landing near the fountain. Roku had taken to the sky with his air glider today to go and grab a few things from the grocery store and the bakery. Course before he does that, he has to stare at the owl that seem really out of place, sitting on the fountain. And was that someone's journal?

He's slowly going to come over to investigate now. Poor thing looks exhausted.]

Uh...hello?

[Action!]

[contaeoro]

[Exhausted as he may be, he becomes attentive when something strange comes sweeping in his general direction in the air. The owl lifts his head, sizing up the air glider when it lands nearby, and turns his attention to the man riding it once he's sure that it's nothing that feeds on owls.

He wonders if animals in Luceti talk often because people keep talking to him despite being an owl. Then again, people in his world have chatted to animals too. Maiza gives a hoot!

Hello.]

[Action!]

[flameoroku]

[Hey man, you have a journal just sitting next to you. And you're not flying away like animals normally do when you try to get close to them. Either that or this owl knows he's the Avatar. Hrm.]

Hey there, is this yours? [Pointing to the journal.]

[action #2]

[reminded]

[Layton is asleep on the couch with a book on his face and his hat askew on his head, as he sometimes is when the flat is empty and he's had a late night, when he hears the first thump. He stirs to wakefulness and looks around, wondering what the noise was. Then again, plenty of strange things happen around here; maybe it was nothing that concerns him.

He yawns, adjusts his hat, and stretches. Couches are just too comfortable sometimes. Now that he's awake, though, there's nothing better to keep him there than a strong cup of tea. He'll just go fire up the kettle now... and by "fire up" he means "plug in".]

[action]

[contaeoro]

[Wow Layton as much as Maiza likes you, you chose the wrong moment not to be thoughtful. He hoots as loudly as he can to get Layton's attention before he swoops down to smack the window again--

and decides that'll hurt and so he practices a couple times before he swings down and let's go of his journal! It smacks into the glass instead of his body.]

[reminded]

[He is thoughtful!! ... Just kind of sleep-fogged and inattentive sometimes, okay.

But that noise is clearly intentional now, so Layton leaves his kettle to investigate. Nothing inside the flat looks out of sorts, so he takes a look out the window instead to see... an owl with a journal? Well, color him curious. Without further ado, he slides the window open and steps aside to let the bird in.]

[bamboozler]

[Maiza doesn't have to flap his wings and try to get Panda's attention. He comes out of one of the shops carrying his daily bamboo (Luceti has to cater to his diet, lucky him) and he spots an owl sitting on the fountain. As soon as he's in within Maiza's range of vision, he lifts a paw and waves.]

Ah...! Mozza! It's been a while, hasn't it? I almost finished completely forgetting who you were.

[contaeoro]

[It's Maiza, he would have said could he speak.

But he's kind of filled with the realization that someone recognized him right off the bat and while he doesn't know how Panda recognizing him would be of any good to him (yet) but it's nice to know that someone recognized him at all! Even if he said he almost forgot.

He hoots a little grumpily at Panda. Help.]

[bamboozler]

Mozza, Mozza, you have to speak up. I can't hear you at all.

[He finishes walking over to the fountain and tilts his head while regarding the immortal. Something definitely isn't right about this situation, but what is it?]

You look different somehow. Did you clean your feathers?

[Action 1]

[immamartillo]

[It's rare to see a journal lying around without a person nearby, but that doesn't catch Firo's eye so much as the bird with it. He approaches slowly, staying a few feet away as he bends down to peer at it.]

Huh. What're you doin' outta the woods?

[He doesn't really expect any sort of answer as he debates whether or not he should try getting closer and poking the thing.]

[Action 1]

[contaeoro]

[If Firo pokes him, Maiza jumps, hoots, and pecks at the hand! Not too sharply though as he has no intentions of hurting his friend.

How glad he is to see Firo! He was hoping for anyone he knew, whether it be a girl he met just once or his flatmates, but seeing his good friend and Family member would have made him smile if he had the cheek muscles to pull up.

But poking isn't that appreciated, Firo. The owl in him is a little offended.]

[Action 1]

[immamartillo]

[Always a maker of good decisions, Firo does poke the owl. Despite Maiza reacting in a reasonable fashion to so rude a gesture, Firo is startled by the pecking and yanks his hand back.]

Geez! Um... sorry?

[Can owls understand human speak? Probably not.]

[action #2!!!]

[devourthemfirst]

[Czes really isn't doing much, reading through the journal and listening to people when there's a sudden smack at the window. Of course it's enough to make him jump since. Well. He hadn't really be expecting it. It sounded like something hard hit it too.

He walks over to the window and opens it, leaning his head out a bit to look around but spots nothing at first. That is until he goes to lean back inside and watches an owl fly up to his level.]

...An owl. [Really. Why are there owls now smacking his window now]

[action]

[contaeoro]

[Czes! Czes, you wonderful friend. Maiza hoots pleasantly and invites himself into the room, swooping down to drop his journal on a nearby desk and perching himself... on Czeslaw's head.

He hoots again. He's so glad to see you! He honestly thought he might be stuck out here forever. It's hard to fly and he's hungry but rats don't sound as pleasant as much as he feels they could be tasty.]

[action]

[devourthemfirst]

[Czes moves aside just in time when the bird comes in and--

It's.

On his head.

He blinks for a moment then starts to flail his arms at the owl that's on top of his head to try and get it off.] Get off of me!! [Sorry Maiza he has no idea it's you]

[action]

[idealism]

[As if Tsuzuki would ever pass up on an animal. He sits down by the fountain, careful not to spook the owl.]

Hi there, little guy.

[action]

[contaeoro]

[Tsuzuki is one of the gentlest (probably) people Maiza met, and so the owl just hops a little when Tsuzuki approaches. Part of him is very curious how these people just talk to owls like it's the normal thing to do but he's glad he's being paid attention to. It would be hard to do anything on his own.

He hoots. Hello.]

[action]

[idealism]

[Tsuzuki offers his hands as if it is the most natural thing in the world. They are warm, and he guesses that tiny owl feet get cold easily.]
I guess the winter must be rough. Are you hungry?