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a bit of audio/action.
[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.]
[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.]
[action #2!!!]
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]
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]
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]
He manages to flap his wings enough to lift himself off Czes' head and onto a nearby desk, hooting. He's sorry man.]
[action]
Why are you still here? This isn't the forest. [Go before you barf up a pellet]
[action]
Open it.]
[action]
Well fine JUST DON'T JUMP ON HIS HEAD AGAIN.
He walks over to the journal, cautious of the bird, and picks it up, reading the name on the front first, opens it to confirm it's really his then stares at him in disbelief] ...Maiza?
[action]
And he's glad for it because Czes is grumpy, and he has a feeling if the younger immortal didn't figure it out, he was going to kick him out sooner or later and that would've been bad.]
[action]
He puts the book down on the desk again and stares at him for a moment] Well, I have to say that this isn't something I've seen them do before. Why an owl of all things?
[He kinda wonders if Maiza is still immortal, even in this state]
[action]
He hoots once and tilts his head like "How the heck would I know." He doesn't know why he's an owl of all things, although he's glad to be a bird of prey rather than an actual prey.]