I didn't lie to you

[motherflocker]

WHO: Oswald (and Percival) and April (and Horatio)
WHERE: The city streets
WHEN: late afternoon on Monday!
WARNINGS: None yet!
SUMMARY: Animal people...
FORMAT: Quick!


[ The day really was shaping up quite nicely, if anyone asked Oswald. Business was good, despite all adversity, and he continued to rake in the money. Oswald was doing well, and he liked it. There was nothing that could be wrong with things right now, or at least he thought. Now mind, he wasn't often so pleased, but something about the day put him in a good mood. Enough that he was willing to walk out in the City, Percival in his hands while he swung his umbrella. The bird was trapped as an umbrella at the moment, still in his hands, but after a while, about fifteen minutes into his walk, he let Percival shape into a bird again.

The bird shifted, letting his feathers flutter and catch the wind, the sharp gaze of a bird of prey looking over the sidewalk with a look that said very clearly that he was looking for prey.

Ozzie did love this bird. And with good reason. Their personalities were so complimentary. ]

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[aggressiveapathy]

[April wasn't really strolling through the City. Sure, she was outside and she was walking. But it was a strictly work related chore- mainly work was a chore and she needed a break. Today, in the guise of a perfectly legit (though rarely run by her personally) coffee run. Or the supervising of one, anyway. The actual running of the coffee was being handled by two raccoons, with a third there as a spotter.

Part of that spotting job meant clearing away all other small critters that may go for the pastry in April's hands. Specifically, as they crossed into the park, a small rodent scampering across the sidewalk. Darting ahead, Horatio let out a rattling hiss as he moved to clear the path for it's master (and fellow minions).]

[motherflocker]

[ Percival, despite being a scavenger of the highest caliber, still took note of the rodent. Birds like Ozzie's ate bones, literally the whole bones, but the bird had been trained to attack, and things like rodents were excellent ways to teach the creature how to incapacitate and destroy. It knew that for the effort, it would be rewarded with bones.

So it shot off of Ozzie's shoulder, quick enough for him to jump slightly, before turning to watch the bird descend on what was already claimed by another, larger vermin.

Mind, the bird was huge, with a wingspan longer than Oswald was wide. Percival had grown nicely, so it still somewhat dwarfed the raccoon. He kept watching, interested to see what the bird would do, after it attempted to grasp the smaller animal in it's talons. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

Hey-

[Holy shit, bird. Even as Horatio looked up, April stumbled back a few steps, nearly knocking the coffee tray out of a support raccoon's hands. While she was busy trying to figure out whether that thing had motion based vision like Jurassic Park dinos, and if she stayed still maybe it wouldn't eat her, her tiny friend had sat straight up on it's hindpaws. Starring. Tiny, beady eyes growing large at the shadow now dwarfing him.

There was a price to be paid for being a hyper intelligent raccoon. One of which being the ability to appreciate aesthetics rather than simply flee in terror from a predator. This quality was probably not the most evolutionary sound for a scavenger to possess.]

Get out of the way, jerk!

[motherflocker]

Excuse me?

[ He'd just noticed her, a lovely young lady, but he only offered her a cursory glance, before looking back at Percival, who had apparently caught the attention of a filthy rodent. The creature just stared at Percival, who simply looked at it with that eerie, semi-draconic eye. ]

Percival, get away from that filthy thing.

[ He addressed the bird directly, who hopped slightly to turn and look directly at it's master, before starting to stride on thin bird-like legs back toward Oswald. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

[There was a heart-beat of a pause-

And then Horatio was off, chasing full tilt after the bird. He reached out when he was just withing range, one tiny paw barely touching the end of Percival's tail feathers. The outraged squeak from April serving as the romantic soundtrack to the gesture]

Oh my god, it probably has mites or something.

[motherflocker]

[ Oswald made something of a horrified, insulted sound. ]

I can assure you that he does not.

[ He looked at the creature, the Raccoon, and Percival was already turning with a sharp, bird's gaze, head turning awkwardly, crest and feathers ruffled as he looked at Horatio. He made a soft protest, something more akin to a whistle than anything else. Unfitting, coming from the creature it just had come from. ]

Shoo! Go away!

[ He was speaking to the raccoon, who looked more interested in Percival still. ]