[Thread] Bluebird on my Shoulder [Open]

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Who: Juugo & YOU!
Where: Outside Juugo's bunker
When: Saturday afternoon
What: Juugo's out for some fresh air...

Juugo would have given a lot to see

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Tenten had finished practicing her sniper exercises for the afternoon, and had been considering her plans for the rest of the weekend. There was still sometime to go to the city, she supposed, and still more time to keep working on perfecting her palm-sized robots for combat situations. At least that way she didn't have to pretend that she had nothing to do

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A few soft-spoken words from a very feminine-sounding voice caught Juugo's attention, more from what he'd missed than what he'd caught. Though he'd technically passed all his English courses in school, language had never come easy to him, and he found he still had trouble interpreting unless he was paying close attention. This time, luckily, he was able to figure out the gist of it by her tone, as she stepped around the guards and seemed to be approaching him

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Whoa, he was a really big guy, wasn't he? Tenten wondered if she'd have to rethink his current nickname and change it to something like Big Gulp, or -what was the name of that one German thing?- Sauerkraut. Tenten smiled at him, and the bird bounced in her hand, singing its silent song.

"Hello," Tenten watched the guards watching her and this extra tall Kraut converse and hoped this wasn't going to boot her back to the tent. But there wasn't anything in the rules against talking to him, was there? Well, no, not yet (but she was almost sure Instructor X was waiting in some room somewhere with a pen poised above clean, white paper, just hoping someone would fuck up anew), but she'd be cautious-on-the-inside anyway.

The bird opened its wings and continued to dance in her hands. Nice to see she managed to program this one with personality. Now what about tall, Euro and silent over here. "I'm Tenten." And I'm just going for a walk, don't splat me.

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"My name is Juugo," he replied, pronouncing each word very deliberately. He knew full well he would never manage to hide his surprise that she was stopping to talk to him, with no apparent task in mind - Juugo'd never been able to lie convincingly, and besides, why bother in this case? Still... maybe she did need something. Maybe he was in her spot?

He stooped down a little more, expression worried, hoping he wasn't infringing upon her routine in some way. He only got far enough to ask, "Was there something I could..." before he got a good look at what she was holding. A little bird, hopping around in the palm of her hand. It was absolutely lovely, though he noticed the little thing was sadly mute. Juugo crouched down, sitting on his heels, too get a better look, though he was careful not to get too close to the girl.

"Where did you get the little Vogel, uh... the birdy?" It looked just like the one that popped out of his mother's antique clock, or the jays that cawed and terrorized the cats that kept the family farm free

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Perhaps it was because she was so much smaller, but Tenten's instincts said, FLEE! as he leaned over her to admire the clockwork bird. Still, the information he gave her filtered through her blueprint-and-design filled brain and stuck. Juugo. Sauerkraut. Huge.

"I made it," she said simply, as though it were some common occurrence anyone and their mother could do. The bird stilled after a few more moments, and Tenten wound it back up again with the key. "It's what I do," she added, "I make things." Given life again, the bird continued to hop in her hand and open its wings every few seconds. "Not as nice as some of the weaponry I make, but still, not bad for reading a book last night." If she sounded a little proud of herself, well, that was her right as a genetically-altered bioweapon, wasn't it?