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[creator_raven]

Raven is settled in the corner of a booth, elbows and knees at odd and awkward looking angles.

There is a notebook resting on the table, and occasionally he scrawls something in it. Upon closer examination it is almost illegible. Penmanship, it seems, is not one of his skills.

Not too far from the notebook is a plate of cookies, a jug of milk, and several glasses. All but one are clean.

There is also a small scattering of objects: two paperclips, three tiny blue feathers, a dried butterfly, and a tangle of brown thread. Occasionally he attempts to entwine these objects, fails, and makes a note. The butterfly is beginning to be quite crumpled.

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[beautiful_ann]

Ann notices him, and starts. That can't possibly be -- can it?
I'm sure you've heard this before, but you don't look anything like your photograph.
In any case, he looks like he ought to know where this is, so . . .

"Excuse me, sir?"

[creator_raven]

Raven looks up, blinking, black eyes bright.

"Sir? It is possible, I think, that you are not seeing right."

[beautiful_ann]

"..."

(Well, definitely not him, then.)

"--How did you do that?"

[creator_raven]

Raven's grin grows wider, if that is possible.

"It is partly a question of thinking, perhaps, and partly a question of clay."

[beautiful_ann]

Which helps just loads.

"Really. Um."



"Look, it can't be just that," Ann insists, ". . . can it? I mean, I can think myself male all I like, but I'll still be a woman with a spirit gum mustache on her lip."

[creator_raven]

"Belief is important, perhaps."

Raven blinks.

"Also flexibility. Up here."

She reaches up to flick Ann's forehead lightly.

"Though not actually in the brain, I do not think."

[beautiful_ann]

Ann blinks rapidly and replies, dubious, "I'll take your word for it."

[creator_raven]

Raven looks pitying for a moment.

"I do not think that is the wisest thing to say, perhaps. Also it is not a good thing to take."

She tilts her head a little farther.

"Not on first acquaintance, yes?"

[beautiful_ann]

"Possibly not."

She considers.

"Could we back up? We haven't been introduced. And I came over to ask if you know where we are, exactly. It's not our makeup room, I know that."

[herr-farrenen.livejournal.com]

Oddly enough, Siegfried has pulled a similiar assortment of objects out of his pockets in his search for the bloodless castrators, cursing mildly under his breath.

It isn't until he takes out the calving rope that he begins to look really frustrated.

[creator_raven]

Raven is drawn to frustration. Usually frustration that he has caused, of course, but secondhand things will do in a pinch.

He tilts his head, quizzical frown firmly in place.

"It is a game, perhaps?"

[herr-farrenen.livejournal.com]

"Some bloody game," Siegfried growls, fighting a short but vicious battle with the rope in an attempt to put it back into a pocket.

"Really, James will keep leaving his equipment lying around and it causes no end of mess."

[creator_raven]

"Possibly you need better pockets, yes? Or is it bigger?"

[herr-farrenen.livejournal.com]

Siegfried's brow wrinkles; he raises an eyebrow.

"Well, really, it's just a calving rope," he chuckles, benign once more, and takes a pull of bitter.

[creator_raven]

Raven frowns, still puzzled.

"It is for the legs, then?"

[herr-farrenen.livejournal.com]

"The rope? No, it's for the head, generally," Siegfried says, turning around, warming to his subeject.

"For use in a breach, you see, or when the head is back. Usually we just give a good pull on the legs with someone else on the rope."

[creator_raven]

Raven looks intrigued.

"It is like hanging, but without the death, then?"

That isn't disappointment in his voice, is it?

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

There is a Jack. At a booth. Reading. Raven may notice the bandages on his hands.

[creator_raven]

Raven notices many things, perhaps.

Fortunately for many, they are often not things he is in the habit of talking about.

Jack, it seems, does not count among the many.

"It is fashionable, perhaps? Or do you box with stones?"

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Jack gives Raven a "buh" look over the top of his book.

"What?"

[creator_raven]

"You do not feel them?"

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"...are you talking about my hands?"

[creator_raven]

"There are other things you are not feeling?"

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Yes. I feel fabric, the table, the book, my hair--care to be more specific?"

[creator_raven]

"It is a thing I am often very bad at, perhaps."

Maybe it is deliberate.

Maybe not.