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008. (v2) [audio + commentlog/open]
[This feels kind of familiar, but Xanth can't pinpoint why. Maybe he was just used to tons of people bustling about on the Elegante.]
O-Okay, uh, well, h-- hi. I-If you're new, y-you-- you probably-- r-read the thing i-in your journal. A-And if-- if you didn't, well, g-go... do... that?
...
O-Okay. Um. H--Hi. This is H-Holloway's Keep, and... y-you're kind of-- t-trapped. But-- i-it's not that b-bad here? There's-- f-food in the kitchen a-and beds if-- if you need rest a-and... i-it's not as-- bleak a-as it looks. T...Trust me. S-So, for now, s-- stay safe?
A-And please, don't... d-don't-- kill a-anybody.
[Xanth closes his journal and tucks it away for the moment. He's out by the stables, feeding the animals inside and keeping an eye open for anyone he recognizes.
For anyone who saw him when he still had long hair, well, that long hair is gone. He's got a hat on to keep his ears warm, but he is so close to bald now that it's not even funny.]
O-Okay, uh, well, h-- hi. I-If you're new, y-you-- you probably-- r-read the thing i-in your journal. A-And if-- if you didn't, well, g-go... do... that?
...
O-Okay. Um. H--Hi. This is H-Holloway's Keep, and... y-you're kind of-- t-trapped. But-- i-it's not that b-bad here? There's-- f-food in the kitchen a-and beds if-- if you need rest a-and... i-it's not as-- bleak a-as it looks. T...Trust me. S-So, for now, s-- stay safe?
A-And please, don't... d-don't-- kill a-anybody.
[Xanth closes his journal and tucks it away for the moment. He's out by the stables, feeding the animals inside and keeping an eye open for anyone he recognizes.
For anyone who saw him when he still had long hair, well, that long hair is gone. He's got a hat on to keep his ears warm, but he is so close to bald now that it's not even funny.]
[commentlog]
He looks at the bird, looks to the apples in his hand, and then back. Slowly, Xanth crouches down, and then he extends a hand with a piece of apple in it.
Good birdie?]
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"See? I'm a good bird."
He looks up at the boy. Blu wasn't very hungry but company in the strange new environment was comforting.
Plaintive sounds come from his beak, "Can we look for Linda now?"]
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Y-You don't-- you don't l-like apples?
[He sets the apple piece aside, and then oh-so-slowly reaches to run a finger along the blue bird's head.]
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The parrot's eyes half close and he chortles happily as the finger strokes along his head. That's the spot!
Then, Blu takes this as leave and permission to use the extended hand, arm and consequently shoulder as a ladder to get to a more comfortable position to speak and possibly direct the human. As long as the boy doesn't move too much, Blu will not have to hold on too tightly. For a parrot, he's rather keen on knowing his own strength and what makes a person uncomfortable.]
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[Xanth shifts a little as the bird walks up his arm, but it hasn't pecked his eyes out or bitten his hands or anything. In fact, it's extremely well-mannered for a bird, and it doesn't seem afraid of him at all.
It reminds him of a little seagull he once knew. Smiling fondly, Xanth reaches up to scratch at the bird's neck.]
S-So do-- d-do you have an-- o-owner o-or, something? O-Or are you your-- y-your own man?
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Blue feathers puff up in a pleased gesture as he's scratched gently on the neck but they almost as quickly slick back down and the parrot makes a rather plaintive sound and bobs his head to the first question.
The look on his face says it all: that's one sad bird.}
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Better test the waters on this one.]
D--Do-- do you know, w-what I'm s--saying? Uh. N-Nod for yes, sh-- shake your head f-for... no.
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That's like breaking some rule isn't it? Direct contact with the humans? If they knew- but then he's a parrot and parrots are supposed- oh this is so confusing!
He's not going to get any closer to finding Linda if he doesn't at least try and communicate!
A myriad of emotions go across the parrot's face. Then it settles on a rather uneasy and nervous expression before Blu nods his head.]
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But this bird says yes. That sends a thrill of discovery running down Xanth's spine, and he breaks into a smile.]
O-Okay, uh, se-- s-second question. You-- y-you have-- an o-owner? Is-- i-is he h--here?
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"Liiinda. I don't know. I can't find her."]
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O-Okay, uh, well, what-- w-what's the last th-thing you-- r-remember?
[And then he pauses a beat.]
U-Um, uh, n-nev-- nevermind.
Do-- d-do you-- know w-where you are?
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Was this human alright? Was something wrong?
To the last question is something that Blu can actually answer- which was a big fat 'NO' and gives several quick shakes of his head.]
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[Oh, no. He's going to have to break the heart of a sapient bird. Today is not a very good day.]
Th-- this is-- Hol-- Holloway's K-Keep. Y-You're-- you're really, r-really far from h-home, and...
[A sigh.]
N--Nobody knows h-how to-- get b-back.
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"Scotland? Sounds like something in Scotland. Maybe Europe."
Blu chatters and then looks around, stretching his neck and body to look over the head of the boy, looking behind them, in front, around.
"Really, there has to be something. A plane? A boat? A car?"
Can't you see the questions the blue-bird has? He's looking to you Xanth to answer his troubles. Humans could do just about anything... right?]
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[He really is sorry. He knows how much it sucks leaving everything behind - not just once, but twice.
But what he can offer is a little more petting. Scritch scritch, Blu.]
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Blu opens his beak and out comes the perfect sound of a key being turned in a car and the engine starting. Then it's like Blu's engine doesn't quite catch and it starts to make a knocking sound as Xanth gives him scritches. Then this imaginary car dies.
"Linda has to be here! She wouldn't leave me-"]
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C--Come on. L-Let's-- let's see i-if we can... f-find your o-owner. O-Okay?