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[network] @featherydouche; night 160; deep snow and hella death [open]

[It's near midnight when this post appears on the network. There are no words—it's not even video—but instead, a series of pictures. They've been drawn in pen on a drawing pad, laid on a floor and photographed by tablet camera. The lighting is not the best, considering the hour, but surely that is half the charm.]

[After that godawful narrative, there are a set of linked files: pictures of all the bodies from the police station morgue. The file names are keysmashed gibberish, and the pictures themselves are distorted, but each displays an identifiable face taken through the observation windows on the body drawers. Tim's stands out, having a second photo that better displays the outside of his drawer, which has a large red X in a circle - Ⓧ - and a mask drawn in charcoal.]

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[Davesprite just laughs more.]

[Bird mermaid is, well, almost there. But also kind of not. He takes a minute to draw something, then sends her another drawing. Yes, bird person; no, fish thing or ~~car part~~ siren.]

...Er. Something vaguely angelish? Maybe?
If so, and if you got to keep your freaking wings, I'm submitting an official complaint because that's bullsh

that's bullpoop. Unfair! >:IIIIII

[GUESS WHAT, ANGEL: WINGS. He swaps over to private, arranges things properly, then sends over a picture of one distinctly large, orange wing extended outward. It doesn't show any of the rest of him, though.]

D U D E !
That's so hecked up! I didn't get to keep *mine!!* I call hax >:TTT
Not an angel either, then? I think I'm stumped.
My only remaining guess is that you're essentially a bootleg bird version of Sonic the Hedgehog (and I'm not drawing that one, eff that) >:P

['Bootleg bird version' stings, for all she wouldn't have the first clue on the issue. He's got nothing to do with Sonic, sure, but he's spoken of himself in the same kind of tone in regards to alpha Dave. He's the knockoff version in a nonsense-labeled package: Dave Spriter, Time of Night. Why wings? Why not? Everyone knows a bootleg can't be trusted to keep authenticity, and if the quality control is already so bad that the dyes got fucked and his legs melted together, then anything else goes.]

[He snaps off a sharper noise at her this time, still distinctly birdlike, but not pleased.]

[ Oh. Well then. ]

Shoot. Did I say something wrong? Or are you just expressing your disappointment at me being such a quitter? :P
(Sorry if the former)

[A neutral sort of chirp is his reply, not really an answer, and for a moment he falls quiet.]

[But after a minute or so, another picture of a drawing comes through. This time he's drawn various things: wings and a halo, a bird next to a human outline, and another police car, clustered around a question mark. What is she? Angel, bird person, were-vehicle? She mentioned she had wings before, and it seems fair enough to ask her. If she can interpret the doodle properly, that is; getting his intent across is a crapshoot sometimes.]

[ Yeah, this series of drawings is a lot harder to interpret. A lot. ]

...Are you asking if I'm a cop?? Or saying you're going to turn me in to them??
Because we don't really have police on the planet I'm from
And if you're trying to get me arrested then I feel obliged to tell you that they'll never take me alive!! XO

[ SHE TRIED ]

[Davesprite sends her the thumbs down doodle five times in a row. No, Angel, he is not asking that. He is not remotely asking that. Why did he think this would work? He adds a disbelieving squawk for good measure.]

What!
If that doesn't mean "Angel, I - Mystery Bird Boy - am setting the cops on you/are you a cop" then I'm kinda at a loss
Unless you were asking me what I am in general?? But that doesn't explain the vehicle :U

[He sends the other drawing from earlier. Doesn't she remember, when he told her he wasn't a siren (or bird mermaid)? But he edits the one now, crosses out the car entirely, and resends it leaving just the 'angel' and 'bird person' composite doodles next to the question mark.]

[ It still takes a few seconds for it to click. THIS IS SOME NEXT LEVEL PICTIONARY BULLSHIT.

Bullpoop. Whatever. ]

Oh, I get it now!! Though the vehicle needs to go back in, I guess
I'm a siren!
Of the mystical human with neat tattoos and wings variety
Not the sailor-eating kind. Or the noisy flashing light kind. Or the scarlet woman kind. :P
(Also my name is Angel so I'm sure you can appreciate why this got a little confusing to interpret)

[A... what.]

[What???]

[Human he gets, but 'mystical human with neat tattoos and wings variety' means a fat load of nothing. She said her name was Angel, so she gets this.]

Yes that's me. No halo, though.

Okay, no. Sirens just look human! Except we're born with tattoos down one side and we can manifest wings as we learn how to use our abilities
We're ripped straight from the animes :P
Do I get the deets on you now?? Or would that just ruin the mystery?

[Okay. Still relatively human, on the scale of things, and it gives him a better idea of what's what. Even if he doesn't know how someone can be born with tattoos, but that's probably not the point. Weirder things have happened. He's met a talking cat that's a constellation just within the past couple days.]

[It would ruin the mystery to tell her now what his deal is, but on the other hand, she did just give him an answer. She hasn't freaked out about him being a bird person. The worst was that bootleg remark, but even that she apologized for.]

[There is a good pause as he considers, before he finally turns the camera on. There he is, orange bird person, expression flat and unreadable.]

[ Whoa. Well. That's new. And makes Angel feel slightly better about not guessing because sERIOUSLY WHAT EVEN IS HE

OTHER THAN REALLY FREAKING NEATO

She switches the video on herself (it'd be rude not to ok) and waves a glowy-tattooed hand. She looks and sounds older than one might expect from the self-censoring - SURPRISE TWENTY-SOMETHING ITT!!! ]

Dude. Cool. And not just because of the shades.

[Davesprite hovers nebulously around the 16-17 range ~~because just how many months was it in the other timeline~~, distinctly a teenager, and also distinctly dorito-bird-like. He adjusts his shades and resettles his wings into a slightly more prominent view. Yes, Angel, please keep calling him cool. Not only was this a literal virtue to him while growing up, but it's pretty darn nice to have someone compliment the thing he is.]

[It might be a little damaged by the fact he's wearing a pawprint bandana and pink bra together as a hat, but it's ironic, and therefore also cool automatically.]

[But hey, remember how she called him a bird mermaid? He tips the tablet view down to show his tail now, currently wrapped in a curtain for warmth. Look at that, Angel; you weren't totally wrong.]

[ Okay, no, she can't help but laugh a little at the curtainskirt/bra hat combo. It's a delighted laugh rather than a mocking one, though. THAT'S FINE, RIGHT. ]

And stylish too? Geez. Way to show everyone else up. And... I guess you don't have to worry about finding shoes, which has to be pretty neat? I arrived here in socks. It was the freaking worst.

[Yes, absolutely. She gets the joke. If he has to look stupid, then he'll look stupid on purpose. The curtain is less a skirt than a weird, giant, makeshift sock of its own, belted at the waist with a utility belt he found here—he used a dog leash previously, which now secures the belt since its latch is broken—and at the end with a flower crown he found.]

[Not having to worry about shoes could be a benefit one way, but... He holds up a finger in a 'hold on' gesture, then cuts the feed.]

[A couple minutes later, he sends her a link:]

vdxjkcx

[Then back to video. He's pulled the curtain aside partway to show the orange tail itself. He taps it, then mimes a shiver. Try arriving without anything for your lower half at all.]

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[ Curious lil shit that she is, she gives a few of the responses a quick glance instead of just reading the initial post. A friend of Jade's, huh. Noted. ]

Uh, dude. Did you just moon me? Wow.

[ JOKES!! ]

Are you warm enough now? With your, uh. Ensemble? If not, I'm going to have to echo the others in saying you should contact Ginger. She's awesome at - you know. Sewing and the like. She might even have material to make you something to match your bra.

[He tips his head as though rolling his eyes. If anything that would have been part of his leg, if he still had any. The ghost butt is for special occasions.]

[As he readjusts the curtain, he shrugs to her. He could be warmer, would like to be warmer, but he can tolerate this for now. After, he mimes talking with his hand, then waves it away. He's spoken to Ginger already.]

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