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Bob flaps backward with a startled caw, then glares his beady eyes at the occultist. Nothing else has worked, so he decides to hit him where it hurts. [color=blue]"Dellan would be ashamed of you."[/color] He doesn't bother sticking around to hear the occultist's retort; he takes wing and flies off.
Bob cocks his head to the side. [color=blue]"You're being an a$#%$!#."[/color] He raises one wing to forestall the fury growing on Ray's face. [color=blue]"Apbupbup. No. Don't. You are, and you know it. Look, I get it. There's a conflict of interest here. You think the paladin's beliefs don't align with yours. I agree. That's fine, not everyone has to agree on everything Ray! I do think you're right in that maybe this isn't the best group to stick with. Maybe we need to go our own way. Maybe."[/color] He puffs out a whistle like an exasperated sigh. [color=blue]"But even if we do end up having to part ways, you have no right to treat any of them like this. No, not even the paladin. He's saved your ass many a time. He deserves better than this harassment you're throwing at him."[/color]
Bob looks from Amanteia to Ray, then back to the sorceress, then back to Ray. He lets out a low warble that sounds suspiciously like a sigh. He almost wishes he knew a language other than Celestial so he could offer an apology to Amanteia for his master's behavior. But since he can't, he decides he's going to have to be the one to talk sense into him. [color=blue]"Why'm I the one who gets all the crappy jobs...?"[/color] he grumbles, then flies over to land on the grass in front of Ray. He flutters his wings once to get the occultist's attention. [color=blue]"Hey, boss."[/color]
Bob opens his beak to answer, but clicks it shut again. He turns to Song and shrugs helplessly with his wings before flying off to find a nice perch to sit on and be away from the crazy mortals for a bit.
Bob, perched on Song's shoulder, meekly asks, [color=blue]"You, uh... you okay, boss?"[/color]
Bob sees the look in his master's eyes and suddenly feels very, very unsettled. His look reminds him of something he hasn't seen in... ... in when? In what? UGH. This useless meat sack he's stuck in makes thinking hard. He can only remember bits and pieces. Raybin's flesh feels feverishly hot under his little claws. He pecks the occultist once on the skull, pouring the Lady's favor into him, and flies off to find a more sensible perch. Failing to find one, he settles for Argus's shoulder.
Before she slinks off, Bob lands on her shoulder and pecks her gently on the head. [color=blue]"Good luck, toots."[/color]
He then flaps over and lands on Argus's shoulder to watch Song slip away like a ninja.
Bob practically crash-lands on Ray's shoulder, panting hard. [color=blue]"HolycrapthatwasfastIwassofastdidjaseethatbossmyheartisbeatingreallyfastist hatnormalitdoesn'tfeelnor"[/color] Bob tumbles off the occultist's shoulder the second the haste spell wears off and hits the ground with a plap!, almost immediately snoring loudly.
Bob goes zooming around the battlefield like a kid on a sugar high, screeching in Celestial, [color=blue][/color]
Bob lets out a short, barking caw that definitely sounds like a derisive laugh. [color=blue]"Yeah, he thought he knew Her will. Nobody knows Pharasma's will except Pharasma. But when it comes to her teachings? Edicts? Anathema? Yeah, he knew that stuff pretty good. But so do I, Ray. You know what I am--or, was, I guess. Never mind Dellan, I know what I'm talking about. You know what you have to do."[/color]
Bob's bird face doesn't convey emotion like a human's, but the tilt of his head and quiet, somber squawk makes the raven seem pensive, even sad. [color=blue]"There's nothing we can do about it right now, boss. But... the Gray Lady is pretty clear on this one. I think you know what needs to happen."[/color]
Bob caws angrily from Ray's shoulder, as if echoing the furious occultist's sentiment.
Bob ruffles his feathers as the familiar magic washes over him. [color=blue]"Y'know, I used to be able to do this. It feels so close I can taste it, but it's... it's just outta reach, y'know?"[/color] He lets out a quiet, frustrated squawk.
Bob squawks in Argus's ear. [color=blue]"You are seriously dense! You landed right on top of it! HOW DID YOU MISS??"[/color] He pecks Argus again, maybe a little harder than he needed to. [color=blue]"Hit this time, you dolt!"[/color]
Bob, with uncharacteristic bravery, flies down into the pit, making sure to keep his trajectory so Argus stays between him and the golem at all times. He lands on the paladin's head and pecks it lightly once. [color=blue]"Go get 'em, tiger."[/color]
Bob nopes out before the occultist even finishes taking his first step toward the thing, and lands on Argus' shoulder. [color=blue]"I always liked you better,"[/color] he says plenty loud enough for Ray to hear, then lightly pecks the half-orc on the head.
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Bob hears Ray struggling, but doesn't understand the full context of it because he's speaking that gobbledygook again. But Ray explained his role earlier anyway, so he knows what he's doing here. Fragments of memory flit in and out as he recites litanies for the dead, an inherent drive that laid buried for so long...
Bob flaps near his master's head. [color=blue]"Looks nasty, boss. Good luck!"[/color] He pecks Ray once on the head, then flies back over to hang out on Song's shoulder again.
Bob caws in a manner that is clearly a laugh. [color=blue]"Maybe the hottie will have better luck. Doofus."[/color] He flaps over to Song, alights on her shoulder, then cheerfully pecks her on the head.
Bob sees all the wriggly bits and is about to launch from Ray's shoulder to pluck up a wormy snack, when the occultist gently but firmly clamps a hand down on the bird's wings and gives him a glare that says unequivocally 'no.' Bob does a little foot hop and shakes himself free of the hand. [color=blue]"I wasn't actually going to,"[/color] he grumbles. A second later, he admits, [color=blue]"Okay yeah I was going to."[/color]
Bob flaps onto Ray's shoulder and lightly pecks his hair. [color=blue]"Good luck, dummy. You're gonna need it."[/color]
Bob caws indignantly and flutters over to Song, alighting on the warpriest's shoulder. [color=blue]"You humans are so testy."[/color] When she shakes her head at him uncomprehendingly, he sighs in exasperation.
[color=blue]"Blind, painfully visible, and roasted,"[/color] Bob muses from his perch on a tall shelf. [color=blue]"Sounds like your sixteenth birthday party, boss."[/color]
Bob coughs up a throaty caw in an impressive imitation of a snort. [color=blue]"Don't gotta tell me twice."[/color] He buggers off to hang out in a corner near Song. [color=blue]"Hey toots, come here often?"[/color] When he receives no response from her save a confused side-eye, he grumbles, [color=blue]"Nobody gets my genius."[/color]
[color=blue]"Because you're an egomaniac who craves violence?"[/color] Bob offers helpfully. He gets swatted off the occultist's shoulder for his troubles. [color=blue]"Thanks for proving my point,"[/color] he snarks as he lands deftly on top of Ray's head.
Bob watches the last spirit disappear before grumbling in Celestial, [color=blue]"I f&#@ing hate kids."[/color]
Bob flies over and touches his beak to Song. [color=blue]"Kick this thing's ass already, wouldja?"[/color]
Bob sighs and raps his beak against Ray's balding pate. [color=blue]"To the left next time, dummy."[/color]
Bob flutters his wings slightly. [color=blue]"Tell me about it. That was super gross. Lotta fun to watch, though."[/color] He pecks Ray lightly on the head, pouring a tiny sliver of the Gray Lady's power over Fate into the occultist.
Bob was busy staring at the new lady's glossy white hair, that shimmers so nicely in the weird green sunlight. Man, I bet that'd make a killer nest. So shiny... He turns to Ray in momentary confusion. [color=blue]"Huh...? Oh. No, of course I didn't get all that. I didn't get any of that, you moron. I don't speak your dumb nonsense language. I speak the language of the friggin' Heavens. Like a proper being."[/color]
Bob bobs his head in an approximation of a nod, muttering to Song, [color=blue]"Sorry sweetheart, I got other business. Your hair smells great, by the way."[/color] He flies over to Argus and lands on his shoulder, pecking him once in the face for good luck.
[color=blue]"Sure, insult me while I'm trying to help you bozos. Typical human."[/color] He pecks Song on the top of the head again, helping guide her arrow.
Bob flaps his wings on Song's shoulder in an impressive imitation of a shrug. [color=blue]"Good luck, toots. You're gonna need it."[/color] He gives her a light peck on the top of her head, and Song feels the sensation of another entity guiding her hands, aiding her aim.
Bob remains perched on Song's shoulder, cocking his head as he looks down into the pit. [color=blue]"You guys are all really bad at this."[/color]
Bob flies over to Song and settles on her shoulder. [color=blue]"I'll go with Cutie-Pie here. Better lookin' ride, if nothing else."[/color]
Bob flies out of his hiding place under the eaves of the building and lands on Ray's shoulder. [color=blue]"Rude as always, not introducing your best friend. Hi, I'm Bob."[/color]
Bob pukes up a berry, considers it momentarily, then f**%s off well away from the murderous fart flowers.
Bob stands on Ray's face and pecks his forehead. [color=blue]"Hey! Dingleberry! Wake up, dammit!"[/color] The bird seems unusually agitated.
Bob snorts from his shoulder, a shockingly human sound. [color=blue]"No need for you to worry, then."[/color]
Bob snorts from his shoulder. [color=blue]"Yeah, like you ever do."[/color]
Bob lands on Ray's shoulder and gently buts his head against the occultist's temple. [color=blue]"Hey,"[/color] he mutters, [color=blue]"you missed a thread."[/color] He jerks his beak toward the shield bracelet, where a single psychic thread drifts just beyond mortal perception, as if in an aetherial breeze. It isn't a major problem, but it's a strand of power that might mean the difference if--scratch that, when--it comes down to a razor's edge today. The raven that is not a raven gently buts his head against Ray again and says no more.
Bob immediately peaces out the second his wounds are healed.
Bob flaps one feeble wing in acknowledgement.
Bob pecks Ray hard in the chest. [color=blue]"I'm not scared for me, stupid! I'm scared for you! It's not your time. Pharasma led you here, into all this, for a reason. I dunno what it is--that's above my pay grade--but I know there is one. And Mictena is messing with that. There's no getting her to see it though, she's crazy. Like, crazier than you. And I'm scared she's going to kill you."[/color]
Bob hops once on Ray's chest and utters a low squawk. [color=blue]"I'm scared, Ray."[/color]
Bob flaps once on Ray's shoulders. [color=blue]"Never thought I'd say this, but I'm excited to get back to the Material Plane. Being home like... this"[/color] he makes an awkward flapping motion that one must assume is meant to be a gesture at his body [color=blue]"feels weird. I don't like it. When I come back, I want it to be as my true self."[/color]
Bob wakes up, says [color=blue]"nope,"[/color] and f%%@s off.
Bob, sensing his companion's emotional state, gently nips the top of his head. Not hard, just enough to get his attention. The occultist absently reaches up a hand to stroke the bird, and he leans into it.
Bob decides to move to a dumber head, and comes to rest atop Ray.
Bob, deciding Amanteia's the smart one of the group, f!!*s off to go sit on her head and watch the fight from a respectable distance. [color=blue]"You got this, champ!"[/color] he calls cheerfully. |
