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ooc: Happy New Year! 2006, where will The Community be in anotrher 12 months?


Any birdologist or whatever you call em, it starts with an O, would recognise the fact that birds of prey have very good human. So, despite being very high up, Pseok was able to hear Art's cry (a very feat no human could match, not that we have many of those). Pseok guessed that it was him being called, he wasn't aware of any other eahles in the area, especially none that could understand a human call. There was a seagull nearby, but seagulls of course weren't known for their intelligence, and if it wasn't for the suspected hullucinations he may have had from eating those pidgeons a few days ago, he'd have made short work of the none-to-bright bird.

As it was, Pseok spent a good few seconds wondering who was calling him, and why. After what had just happened he was a bit suspicious of anyone who'd want his attention. Many years of being a metaphorical lab-rat (a phrase he rarely associated with himself) he was not ready to put himself in danger of being captured.
However, he'd never been much of one to resist curiosity and eventuallt it got the better of his missgivings and he swooped down in the direction of the voice.

If he was right, it came from the edge of that road down there. There was that woman apparently hiding nearby, but he ignored her, it had been a man who'd called him. As he approached he spotted a doorway below the level of the road, and, peering inside he could see at least one of the tiger-people from the tent.


Grace, who was now very close to the door Charger had broken through, was a bit surprised when someone, possibly the mafia-guy, her suspect, called out, with all the subtlety of graffitiing your own name on the edge of a building in sky blue paint, someing about an eagle. She repeated his cry quietly to herself, wondering if it had some relevance to one of the gangs in the city, then she came closer to the door and was taken completely by surprise when a huge bird flapped over her head and landed in the doorway she was headed for.
Surpressing a yelp, she scrambled backwards and slipped behind a bush and peered in surprise, and, much to her own annoyance, fear, at the bird now peering through the door.
She gasped and tried to remember what she'd been eating the last few days when the bird spoke.
Pseok: "What? You don't have to worry about me you know, air doesn't burn that well if that's what you're bothering me about."
They say you could get all sorts in Losa Santos, but this was something she hadn't ever imagined to see walking, well, flying around.