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[lady-of-athens.livejournal.com]

That owl is --

-- yes, that one there --

-- it is eying you something fierce.

Or it might not be, that might just be the way its face is stuck, but it --

-- oop, there goes its head, 270 degrees.

(Show-off.)

Seriously, though.

It was definitely staring at one point.

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[olyabird.livejournal.com]

This owl stares back. Blinking slowly, adjusting her wings.

She's amazed that there's another owl in the bar.

This is new.

New is good.

[lady-of-athens.livejournal.com]

She blinks (one eye).

Adjusts her right wing.

And hops onto the bar counter.

Add to this list of actions a friendly sort of hoot, and you've got it all.

[olyabird.livejournal.com]

From the rafters, the tawny owl cocks her head just so, one eye regarding the snowy white bird on the bar.

Her beak moves, but no sound comes out. She settles for clapping it together a few times.

[lady-of-athens.livejournal.com]

The owl on the counter does the same.

After a moment, she taps her foot a little awkwardly on the bar.

Come down?

[olyabird.livejournal.com]

The tawny owl tilts her head a bit farther, her feathers plumping up as she sighs.

Walking on the bar? Don't they frown on that?

[untiedtheknots]

"You keep doing that, your face will freeze that way."

It's possible Leto said something similar once upon a time.

Not that she listened.

[lady-of-athens.livejournal.com]

The owl's face stays exactly the same.

Either she is just obstinate, or the face-freezing has already happened.

[untiedtheknots]

A tragedy indeed, if it's the latter.

If the owl will not heed her Sage Advice, Artemis will just have to return her attention to her beer and pot stickers. (Which are totally brain foods.)

[lady-of-athens.livejournal.com]

Being ignored is Unacceptable, and as such, the pot stickers have taken on the label of Prey.

(And now, on this episode of Scavengers ...)

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

This very tall man who is not walking on the ground - he's about six inches above it - is wearing the same kind of coat as the little blonde child was.

He has more animation in his face.

A rock had more animation but whatever.

[lady-of-athens.livejournal.com]

... Curious.

(This may serve as a bit of an explanation as for why the owl starts waddling after him.)

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

"Can I help you?"

One of the most dangerous beings in his universe is a mouse with a giant key. He doesn't take little things like being an animal for granted.

[lady-of-athens.livejournal.com]

It swivels its head around in a way that suggests that, no, not really, the owl was just curious.

[a1enzo]

Bird.

Extremely flexible-necked bird!

Hello, bird. There is a sprite staring back at you.

[lady-of-athens.livejournal.com]

Is it a staring contest?

Because if so, it is ON.

[a1enzo]

Never let it be said that Enzo Matrix backs down from a challenge!

O_O

[lady-of-athens.livejournal.com]

Neither does Athena, which means this will probably be going on for a long, long time.

@_@

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

The large, hulking brute sprawled by the fireplace had been dozing. Once you manage to more or less acclimatize to the mouth watering sights and sounds of the place, it is not so bad a location for a nap. The hearth is his favorite; warmth is something of a luxury.

So yes, Cerberus had been dozing. Had been, that is until the familiar odor of divinity caught his nostrils. At the moment he is laying, sphinx-like on the floor, one great head turned in the owl's direction, his eyes not quite making direct contact.

[lady-of-athens.livejournal.com]

This almost-look garners Cerberus a hoot.

Hey there.

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

At the hoot, Cerberus splays the nearest set of ears submissively. This is followed by a trio of tongues appearing to lick his noses in supplication.

Hail, Pallas Athena.

Cerberus is always formal when addressing deities. Always. But in come cases... In some cases, perhaps more caution is required than in others.

[lady-of-athens.livejournal.com]

A wise decision, in this case. The owl bobs its head before transforming into a woman.

A woman with one hand held out with the promise of scritches. Because the three-headed guardian of Hell deserves them sometimes, too.

[time_dancer]

Maybe she notes a young woman scribbling furiously in a notebook by the fire? Oh and now she's just erased, with extreme prejudice, what she was scribbling.

Obviously a frustrated genius at work.

[lady-of-athens.livejournal.com]

The owl seems to deem her worth interest, as, with a soft hoot, she takes flight, landing on the back of the woman's chair.

[time_dancer]

Val's too focused to notice the slight weight of the owl on her chair. She begins another mathematical formula in her notebook, pausing occasionally to make odd notes in the margins; things like "falling air", "light", "bird feathers" and "cheetah fur". None of which make any sense compared to the equations.

[lady-of-athens.livejournal.com]

It's ... an interesting series of words, if a bit nonsensical.