[ It's a good thing that Russell is quick and Jake's draw is slowed by his clothing – something he makes a mental note of for the future too, because that needs to change – because otherwise there's a great chance that he would use one of his bullets from home for the sole purpose of murdering the offending creature.
It's still an option. ]
Shit, do you usually train birds to attack shops or is it just my lucky day? I knew when I woke up this morning that I was destined for greatness... Anyway, a little help picking up and a few cunes for damages would help. [ As he... does not move himself beyond to straighten a few bottles. ]
[Would Itachi be upset to see his crow familiar shot? It's up for debate. The largest detriment would be the loss of his sole magical outlet, and perhaps an annoying (but useful) watch guard. He's not attached, at all...]
It acted without my consent. [Itachi gazes at the frantic bird in his grasp as though trying the puzzle out the meaning of this new behavior.] It is an animal summoning, and my current familiar bond.
[As for..... money...] I didn't bring any cunes with me. [He's also not moving to address the mess.]
[ Great, this place just gets better and better. What is this, Harry Potter? Is an owl going to shit an acceptance letter to Hogwarts down onto his head next? These are questions he would normally direct at Itachi, a master of needlessly running his mouth, but somehow he's already getting the sense that they would be wasted on him. Let's see how long that manages to keep him quiet. ]
Guess it's clean-up duty, then. Sounds a hell of a lot better than getting the guards involved. You think he's gonna' attack me again if you let him go to lend a hand here or are you able to actually control that thing?
[That intuition is close, as Itachi seems to have lost most interest in the exchange (if it had ever existed). At those words, his own reply is tepid and flat:]
The bird is female.
[Stunning revelation and plot twist delivered, Itachi obliges by lifting the familiar up onto the display table — back into the danger zone amid the wreck of wares — and withdraws the hold from its rotund middle. Russell, seemingly calm, begins grooming the downy feathers beneath her wings.]
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[ It's a good thing that Russell is quick and Jake's draw is slowed by his clothing – something he makes a mental note of for the future too, because that needs to change – because otherwise there's a great chance that he would use one of his bullets from home for the sole purpose of murdering the offending creature.
It's still an option. ]
Shit, do you usually train birds to attack shops or is it just my lucky day? I knew when I woke up this morning that I was destined for greatness... Anyway, a little help picking up and a few cunes for damages would help. [ As he... does not move himself beyond to straighten a few bottles. ]
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It acted without my consent. [Itachi gazes at the frantic bird in his grasp as though trying the puzzle out the meaning of this new behavior.] It is an animal summoning, and my current familiar bond.
[As for..... money...] I didn't bring any cunes with me. [He's also not moving to address the mess.]
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[ Great, this place just gets better and better. What is this, Harry Potter? Is an owl going to shit an acceptance letter to Hogwarts down onto his head next? These are questions he would normally direct at Itachi, a master of needlessly running his mouth, but somehow he's already getting the sense that they would be wasted on him. Let's see how long that manages to keep him quiet. ]
Guess it's clean-up duty, then. Sounds a hell of a lot better than getting the guards involved. You think he's gonna' attack me again if you let him go to lend a hand here or are you able to actually control that thing?
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The bird is female.
[Stunning revelation and plot twist delivered, Itachi obliges by lifting the familiar up onto the display table — back into the danger zone amid the wreck of wares — and withdraws the hold from its rotund middle. Russell, seemingly calm, begins grooming the downy feathers beneath her wings.]
What reason would you have to involve the guards?
[Still unmoving. Get him arrested, go ahead.]