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[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 1]
[He answers by attempting to fly. Untangling his talons from Firo's shirt, he ends up slapping the capo in the face with his wing a little before he manages to get up in the air. But not far. He ends up plopping down on the ground.]
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[Firo raises his arm to cover his face and steps back out of reflex, so he's in no position to catch Maiza before he hits the ground. He crouches beside him, looking at Maiza anxiously.]
You all right? I-I shouldn't've asked, sorry.
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Well, there's your answer, he seems to be saying.]
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I guess... Could I just find you some raw meat in the store? I don't know if I'm fast enough to catch anything runnin' around in the woods.
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You think that'll work?
[He holds out his arm so Maiza can hop on.]
Then let's go, we can get some in a few minutes!
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Hope nobody'll get annoyed by havin' an owl in the grocery store.
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He sticks a little closer to Firo's shoulder and tucks his wings in neatly. He sits very still, as if promising not to flap his wings or create a ruckus.]
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Thanks. Maybe they won't even notice.
[Probably not, so he decides to keep it quick as he enters the store. Fortunately, there are packs of meat near enough to the entrance; Firo stands so that Maiza can get a good look at the variety.]
Any particular one you want?
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Fish maybe? He hoots.]
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[Firo's idea of what a bird could eat is just as vague, and he's not sure how to interpret Maiza's reply. He walks back to the starting end of the meat shelf, still holding up Maiza so he can get a good view.]
How about you stop me when you see somethin' good, okay?
[With that, he starts slowly walking down. There's beef, pork, chicken, fish...]
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This?
[He reaches for a second package.]
Just in case. Since... well, we don't know how long you'll be like this.
[He just hopes Maiza doesn't get tired of eating so much of the same thing.]
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Once they're out of the store, he sets one package down on the ground and takes out his knife. Slicing through the wrapping and cutting off a small chunk of meat, he holds it up for Maiza to take.]
Here. Is it good?
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It takes him a while to figure out how to eat it, but he manages!]
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What do you think? Do you want more?
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Yes please.]
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You like it? I'm glad!
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[Owls are pretty big for birds, so Firo doesn't know how much Maiza'll need. He cuts off another chunk to have ready for Maiza.]
Whatever's left over we can drop off at your apartment.
[He suddenly looks thoughtful.]
Speakin' a' which... How're you gonna sleep? Do you need a nest?
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A nest... though. He's hoping he won't be stuck in this body so long that he'd need a nest. He thinks he would be fine as long as there's a place to settle. He hoots and rustles his wings in an owly shrug.]
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I bet if we just bunched up a bunch of blankets together it could make somethin' like a nest. Gettin' all those sticks and stuff to stay together for a real one might be tough.
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He hoots his agreement, snatching chicken from Firo's hand.]
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