IC Contact

[tacticalvisor]

For network, messenger bird, or other such IC contact. Also works for actionspam as needed.

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[tacticalvisor]

[He's quiet for a moment. Opinion? Then...]

More salt.

[holy shit 76 just made a joke]

[gr1m]

That's what you're for.

[... And one in return, apparently.]

Honestly, though. Grew up on a farm, got something I need you to check over for me.

[tacticalvisor]

...what'd you pick up now. [You have his interest - he's letting the salt comment slide, because, yeah, touche.]

[gr1m]

I'll tell you when you get here. Easier to see in person, because I need you to look over some work I've done for it's temporary housing.

Hint, it has feathers.

[tacticalvisor]

[looooooooooooooooong pause]

Reaper.

Did you get chickens.

[gr1m]

[A snort]

No, but she is a bird.

Just come over here and tell me if I need to fix something better or not.

[tacticalvisor]

[dafaq]

Give me an hour, I'm working on something.

[and unless Reaper protests he'll be heading there around then]

[gr1m]

Sure, I need to get everyone fed anyway.

Just knock.

[tacticalvisor]

[come an hour, knock knock asshole he's here to see WTF you've got]

[gr1m]

[Well there's some prompt answering the door.

With the mask on and hood.. down?? Just a beanie pulled on instead since there's something weighing the hood down against his back.]

Well, aren't you prompt.

[tacticalvisor]

[casual Reaper. Alright, sure, he'll roll with it. Reaper gets a shrug and a grunt]

So what's so important that you needed my help?

[He's got both visor and facemask on. Habit.]

[gr1m]

[There's a very small handful of people he takes the mask off around when sober-]

Stable coop, attached to the back of the house. Figured a farm boy would be a suitable judge. Need to know if it's suitable for the new baby.

[As it on cue there was a trilling noise from.. inside the hood as the bright red and fluffy head poked up from over Reaper's shoulder. Eyes bright and feathers chick-like fluffy.]

[tacticalvisor]

[Jack'll at least walk around without the lower half sometimes alright

but all that aside, he's just going to...stare. for a moment.]






The hell is that.

[gr1m]

[His mask is one piece.]

Something called a chocobo.

[Of course Reaper had already moved a hand up to pet over those fluffy baby feathers, the chicabo nuzzling against his hand with happy little sounds.]

Grow up big enough to be ridden, more or less the horses of where they come from.

[tacticalvisor]

So you're making a...stable...coop.

[Okay, it is kind of cute. He'll grant it that. After a moment, Jack reaches out to touch it, himself, slowly and carefully]

You realize I've never seen one of these before.

[gr1m]

Temporary, for while she's growing. I was told they do better outside, but a community stable is in the works for when she and her siblings are bigger.

It's basically just a place for her to go to when I'm not here and can't take her with me. [He's thinking ahead, okay.

The chicabo's head tilts at the movement, making her way out of Reaper's hood that she'd been napping in to half perch on his shoulder and

headbutt 76's hand for affection. Affectionate creatures, really. Little wings flapping in happiness even.]

Neither have I, just got a basic run down and list of food she can eat. You would still have a better idea than me here.

[tacticalvisor]

We didn't focus on animals. [They had a couple, but. Corn. He pets the thing for a moment, then pauses, glancing back at the mask]

Lemme take a look at her. [Translation; do you mind if I take a look at her?]

[gr1m]

[The roll of eyes was almost audible-] I was thinking more structure focus. I built it and attached it to the house. I want to make sure it's structurally sound and warm enough for her.

[AkA He wanted a second set of eyes to look over this and the first person who came to mind who wouldn't bullshit him was.. This asshole.

Reaper was silent for a moment before he was carefully lifting the bird from his shoulder/hood and into both hands. A way that it would be easier for 76 to take-]

Sure, just mind the claws. They're sharp and Roxy's a baby.

[tacticalvisor]

I've held chicks. [Just not any as big as this one. But he'll take her gently, and carefully look her over. As far as he can tell, she seems healthy...]

Let's see what you've got so far. Roxy, huh?

[gr1m]

[Very friendly thing, too. While being looked over the chicabo is definitely trying to press close for cuddles- there may have been a reason Reaper had been letting her just nest there in his hood.

Kept her still.]

Short for Roxanne. [Didn't even ask for her back yet, like he figured Morrison wouldn't drop her as he was heading for the back door of the house-]

C'mon then.

[It may or may not have looked like a small room attached to the house once they were out the back door. Had it's own door and everything and was actually big enough for a few people to stand in without feeling crowded.

And some nest-like bedding and things. Some little bird-safe toy ball in there don't ask.]

[tacticalvisor]

[...really, Reyes. Really. Jack gets it, of course, and he makes a snort of a not-laugh as he follows Reaper in to the room. He arches a brow - you built this? - but instead gets down to more business.]

Hold old is she?

[The friendliness might be a need for warmth, he notes in the back of his mind.]

[gr1m]

[It was something he couldn't help and Roxanne was a good name all the same.

There's even a light flicked on in there, turning to hold his hands out in some silent asking to the chicabo back, just in case Morrison didn't want to keep holding her. Could if he wanted, but hey.]

Not very, picked her up on the 14th. [Y e a h.] Just old enough she didn't need to stick around with her mother.

Has a good many siblings.

[tacticalvisor]

[He doesn't not want to hold her, but since he's being asked, he'll return her]

Still wanna keep her warm.

[beat]

Can I ask why?

[Why did you...want her...]

[gr1m]

[She's happy enough to return to him, and she even cuddles in against his chest. Reaper cradling her easily with one arm, her tucking into the crook, head rested against his chest with some pleased little chick sound.

Idly petting along the feathers of her back and head.]

One of my concerns, if this place would be warm enough for her. Still winter and all.

[His head cocked to one side-]

Figured she'd make for a good companion for my trips once she was big enough. Weirdly cute, and be worth the time and effort training her. [Glancing down at her nuzzling against his chest.] Know I'll have someone at my back if I need it.

[tacticalvisor]

[Someone at my back if I need it.

Reaper probably didn't mean those words the way they hit Jack, but some actual frost glistens on his shoulders before he turns away. It could easily be just to investigate the shack, but mask or not, it keeps him from betraying his feelings more than he has.

Even his body language is tight. Tense.

It takes a few moments for him to respond. When he does, his voice is quiet, but even. Forcibly so]

Maybe a heat pad. Could build something to absorb heat, too, keep going throughout the night.