[PQ] Support Your Local Drug Dealer

lions sit in solemn lines, drinking gin and dropping lines

At first, things are going well. Suspiciously well. So it doesn’t come as a surprise when things start to go south, grabbing nests and beginning to dispose of them. And when he reaches the next nest, it feels considerably heavier – a pause as he considers checking in it and seeing why it seems different… Only, he can’t get that far, not as a large shriek is heard, large wings, of an eagle that reminds him of Deimos in a way but the colors are wrong and the rest of it seems relatively large – that he breathes a sigh of relief before he takes action.

He has a few choices, to try and seem less threatening but be unable to move the creature… Or become a predator and take a shot at trying not to eat the poor chick in the nest. So he chooses the other option, to become less threatening as he shifts from man to macaw, navy feathers dropping across the floor where he stood before, trying to back away from the claws of the raptor – panic setting in of the prey form as he moves to dart around and try to get the eagle to chase him away from the nest. If he manages that, he'll shift to his panther form away from the nest, to growl and hiss at the eagle to hopefully get it to leave.

wasting beats in this heart of mine

SUNJATA

Jiao

Jiao jumped and dropped the broom as the head of it snapped off, spiders vanquished but her tool going along with them; she narrowly avoided the broom hitting her in the forehead and had to make a swerve to the side midair, nearly bumping into a beam. After all of that she had to take a moment to swear, the men downstairs likely hearing a string of curses in a soft voice upstairs.

When she'd had her moment she sighed and reached into her bag to pull out some fabric to use to gather the web and spider chunks in (a orange velvet she'd decided she hated already was used), hoping to then throw that bundle away. Hopefully, the fabric might also polish the floor, leaving it cleaner than it would have been anyway.

She hoped.

I've never really cared for your social flow

Holy Mother Star

- NATE -

Why you don't got any questions?
How you know that this is real?

"If I don't start organized, I won't have something to feel bad about in a week." Nate jokes back easily, carting his armful ahead of Remi, not noticing the sheer number of boxes held up by the other man until he sets his own down and turns. "Jesus, you really know how to make a man feel inadequate, huh?" The words are blurted out with a surprised laugh, Nate leaving the newly minted governor to handle what was left, and going to start unpacking things instead. Though Remi's organization is good, Nate finds a few things he packed wrong, things that need to moved around from room to room.

Nate's in the hallway when the alchemist calls out to him, and he has to turn to see just which box the other man is talking about. Just in time to watch start falling to the ground. Nate steps forwards, not knowing what his plan is, when the box stops. At least, the walls of the box do. The bottom gives out, spilling various implements for examinations, scattering them across the hallway with a metallic clatter. Nate looks over the mess, brow raised, then turns back to Remi with a shrug. "Not breakable, then. But messy."

On the roof, Sunjata is able to shift out of the eagles way, his panicked path of feathers drawing the raptor after him, once it's able to break out of it's dive. There's another shriek from the bird as if moves after him, flapping to try and get height before trying again to tear at the now far more suitable body. They are away from the nest though, and the bird becomes a cat, the hissing and claws more a deterrent that seems to get through to the eagle, one last piercing shriek echoing from it before it moves to a nearby rooftop, keen eyes watching the cat. There is another, smaller cry from the nest now, the baby once nestled so safely within it wobbling across the roof, trying to follow the cry of its mother.

The string of curses is indeed noticed, by Nate at least, and he leaves Remi to the spilled box as he goes to investigate, finding Jiao in a surprisingly messy room. He leans against the doorframe, watching her scrub at the webs and... stickier chunks, for a moment. "Looks good." He's not sure if he should be supportive or not, but he settles for a little bit of gentleness. "When you're done with the last of that, I've got boxes that need to be unpacked in here. Most of the first room is done, if you want to make it match, but as long as everything is in a drawer and it makes some sense, it should be fine." The boxes outside the door hold bandages and examination tools, as well as various other odds and ends, but are for the most part grouped together within the boxes.

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The box Remi tries to play around with has it's bottom fall out, scattering tools over the floor  

Sunjata was successful in driving away the eagle, though it's not far away, and it's chick is still on the roof

Jiao is successful in her cleaning, and has been asked to help unpack boxes

Nate brings his boxes upstairs and fixes some of his organization, then begins checking on the others

I am feeling such oppression
You can't tell me how to feel

lions sit in solemn lines, drinking gin and dropping lines

He silently thanks Safrin for the luck of missing those sharp talons – and while the prey within him take over in his attempt to flee from it, causing him to dive and shift back onto the path nearby the chick. And with his panther form now taking the reins, the bird seems to leave him alone. He can still feel it watching, however, and he can hear the chick as it shrieks to its mother, abandoning the nest. And well? What else is there for him to try and do?

He shifts back into himself, though he keeps the panther ears partially shifted, if only to be an attempt to keep the eagle away – reaching for the nest to try and set it out on the edge, surrounded by a few more sections where the bird might not fall out. And he hopes, perhaps, the eagle might find it in her to help guide the chick back. Which leaves him to the rest of his task of disposing of the hopefully empty bird nests among the rest of the debris covering the floor and the roof.

wasting beats in this heart of mine

SUNJATA

REMI

"Me? Hardly. You're the doctor, after all." Remi grins back. Though of course his amusement is short-lived, given the mess and extra work he's made for himself.

Wincing as the sides of the box gave way, the Alchemist shoots a sheepish look towards Nate. Using his hands this time, reliable as they are, he repacks the box, but not before adding a wood frame to reinforce the structure so that history won't repeat itself.

Picking up the newly packed box, the alchemist takes it to the appropriate room, sans mischief or unnecessary amounts of showmanship.

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Jiao

The only thing more embarrassing at losing to spiders was having someone see you do it, and Jiao automatically hunched over the cloth as Nate came up trying to hide what she was doing: but it was too late, he'd seen it. He was nice enough, but she couldn't help but feel he was trying to be nice, in a way that made her cheeks warm with further embarrassment.

At least the floor was now clean enough and she was sure she could do the second task laid at her feet. How could she possibly mess up taking things out of boxes? Nodding at Nate she flitted over to the supplies, opening up the containers and seeing what she had first before beginning to take the items out group by group and organise them into drawers, using a system that made sense to her (whether it would make sense to anyone else was a gamble, but Nate hadn't given her much direction).

I've never really cared for your social flow

Holy Mother Star

- NATE -

Why you don't got any questions?
How you know that this is real?

Nate stays leaning against the doorframe, watching the fey work for a moment longer, more admiring the way the wings work than anything else. But once Jiao begins unpacking he steps away, pausing briefly to speak. "Once you have everything away, meet me downstairs. I've got a bit of a thank you." Then he moved past Remi again, grinning at the improvements to the box. "All of those should go in the top two drawers in that room, if you don't mind?" He gestured to the box's original destination, then made his way to the newly repaired stairs to the roof, aiming to check on Sunjata.

The eagle stays where it's perched as the attuned shifts back into himself, though it moves along it's perch, as if itching to move again, but not quite trusting it. It seems to settle after a moment of watching him though, swooping over as soon as he moves away to tend to it's chick, the piercing gaze the only warning Sunjata receives to not come closer again. Nate comes up just in time to see the big bird easing it's chick along the roof, pausing at the sight of it and turning to the attuned. "Friend of yours?" He jokes, giving the creature a wide berth as he comes to help grabs an armful of hacked away vines and twiggy nests.

The refuse could be taken downstairs, deposited on the street for the time being, but once it was, they were done. Once everyone had gathered in the lobby, Nate reached into one of the boxes he hadn't quite unpacked yet, pulling out a bottle and some glasses and pouring a shot for himself and each of his helpers. "Thanks everyone. I couldn't have done this alone." With his short piece said, Nate lifted his glass to cheers the group, and threw the drink back, the harsh liquor not phasing him in the slightest.

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Everything was completed! Thanks for the help everyone! Feel free to reply again and celebrate a little!

I am feeling such oppression
You can't tell me how to feel

lions sit in solemn lines, drinking gin and dropping lines

The immense relief that surrounds him as soon as the eagle doesn’t go on the attack again is huge, and he can’t help but to exhale a long sigh of relief – turning just as Nate appears and comments with a joke that all Sunjata can respond to is an exasperated roll of his eyes as he grabs some of the vines and nests as well to help Nate carry them downstairs. “I’d be glad if I didn’t have to encounter one again.” He rumbles, though there’s a small smile that crosses his face with that.

But then, seeing as they’re downstairs and the rest of the debris from upstairs disposed of, he finds himself pulling at his shirt a small amount to remove it from the dirt of the vines and the roof, moving to stand beside Nate as the Ascended pulls out a bottle and some glasses – taking one gladly, before toasting it up and tipping it back, hissing against the sharpness of this specific alcohol. “Wouldn’t have missed it.” He winks through the pleasant burn to his throat.

wasting beats in this heart of mine

SUNJATA

REMI

Accepting the drink gladly, Remi watched the looks exchanged between Sunjata and Nate with a quiet sort of appreciation. Unlike others it wasn't for him to decide what was too quick for the men, what was best. Instead, having experienced the rollercoaster of relationships himself, he was just glad to see a smile on the face of the flood and the doctor.

"Cheers." He grinned, downing his own glass. "I'll see you around, Nate." With a final nod towards Jiao and Jata, the Alchemist departs.

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