[TWO: Action at Cunningham Lane, and around town.]

[ifihadmanners]

ACTION:[Cunningham Lane]

[So, Rikash is standing in the middle of Cunningham Lane, arms wrapped about himself, and ranting at the sky.]

-AND SERIOUSLY, what is up with involving CHILDREN in this mess? I don't know what bright idea one of your idiots had, letting someone set up this place, but CHILDREN? WHAT IN THE DARK GOD'S REALM ARE YOU

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ACTION: Around Town

[duck_duck_laser]

[Dakki's not in the best position to understand this world's costuming norms, being from a place where people regularly run around covered in little more than glow-tape and shoelaces... but something tells her, as she steps out of the bakery with some goodies, that the man in the bathrobe is doing it wrong.

Well then.]

Um. Sir.

[First she calls out to him, and then she approaches him once she's certain he's paying some attention.]

Sir?

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[ifihadmanners]

[Rikash is feeling very out of his element, and as such, is perhaps less gracious then he would normally be.]

What.

[duck_duck_laser]

[His reply doesn't appear to bother her in the least.]

I believe that the robe that you're wearing on top of everything else? That's a "bathrobe". It's for when you get out of the shower. Or for keeping warm around the house. A good long coat would be much better.

I could be wrong, but I've been researching these things.

[ifihadmanners]

[Grumpy face and suspicion, but no actual overt hostility.]

What would be "better" would be if I had my own form back. I don't understand how you humans manage with these legs. [Expression of extreme distaste.]

I may take your information into consideration. Although I don't know you you all manage with all of that squishy softness on display, it makes my skin crawl. I want a thick layer of metal between my squishyness and the world.

Do you know where I could acquire a long coat? I don't know what currency this place uses, nor do I have any, but if barter is acceptable here, I may be able to work something out. I would say I'm a fairly good warrior, but, well. [Makes a face, and cuts himself off. He's more rattled then he'd like to admit, what with the disappearing woman and the fake children.]

[Action]

[idkmybfforin]

[At least one such probably-being-stared-at character doesn't seem to be paying much mind, or at least doesn't appear to be.

Utsuho is all sprawled out haphazardly in one house's driveway, the resident car shoved carelessly out of the way and a set of massive feathery black wings draped where the vehicle used to be and everywhere else there is concrete. There's a lot of wing here.

The fact that the driveway is still rippling with heat doesn't seem to bother her much; in fact it seems more like it's the main reason Utsuho's basking there to begin with. Hell ravens liked heat.

She's not asleep, but she certainly isn't quite awake either. More like an enormous sunbathing lizard.]

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[ifihadmanners]

[OOC: She's in her humanoid form, right?]

[Rikash is apparently trying to x-ray her with the power of his mind alone. After eventually giving this up as a bad job, and squinting against the glare which is giving him a wooping migraine, he gives up on subtlety.]

How did you get your wings back.

[It's not a quiet demand.]

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[idkmybfforin]

((OOC: Yes! :3))

Unyu?

[One red eye lazily slides open. It takes a moment to focus in on whoever is speaking to her, but when it does she doesn't seem terribly interested.]

I always had my wings. I'm a hell raven, not a--[a yawn]--silly human.

[He looks quite human to her, anyway. In her completely unbiased and intelligent opinion.]

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[ifihadmanners]

[Rikash is still intently focused on her wings, but snorts at her words.]

I'm no human. [enough scorn and superiority to float a boat]

All the other non-humans I've met were forced into human forms, and I've been informed that that is the rule. Why do you have your wings back, and how do I get my body back? If there is some trick to it, I am willing to trade for it.

[There's a lot of desperation in his tone.]