A magpie lands on the Ferry and pecks one of its windows.
Oi! The fuck?
[Anarchist hops up and down from outside The Ferry]
Don't tap on the glass! The entities inside get pissy and then I have to go find a McDonald's to calm them down damnit!
They make the chattering call typical to magpies before attempting to land on Anarchist's head.
[It grumbles in mild annoyance, letting the bird land on it's head.]
If you're gonna be a little shit, then you at least have to give me a name to call you by you avian asshole.
Inge.
They say as they shift back to their regular form. Their arms rest on top of its head, using it as a perch. They keep most of their weight on their own feet.
Pleasure to meet you.
WOAH FUCK I WAS EXPECTING A SENTIENT MAGPIE NOT A SHAPE SHIFTER-
[It dodged forwards, away from Inge as it drew it's sword from it's back, holding the blade ready as it spun and slid into a fighting stance]
Jesus fuck! Don't scare me like that!
They cackle and put their hands up when it takes out its sword.
No need to get hostile. I do not intend to hurt you.
[It grumbles, but sheathes it's weapon after a long moment of studying Inge.]
... Actually? Cute. Anyway, how the fuck are you doing Inge and what, persuaded you to try and piss off The Ferry.
They disregard its comment about them being cute, mainly because they simply are not used to being called that.
I am doing well and I just happened to be in the area. Sometimes windows are fun to tap.
[It nods]
Fair enough, that I can understand. What's with the whole magpie thing though? And sitting in my head? Really?
Simple: it is one of my forms. That was mostly for fun. Be glad I did not peck your head.
They chuckle.
... You gotta teach me how to do that. I wanna be a little goblin Crow pissing people off.
[It grins at them and offer's it's hand to shake.]
I'm Anarchist, sorry for pulling my sword. It is, in fact, a pleasure to meet you.
Inge shakes its hand.
It is quite alright and I do not believe I can teach you. It is inherent to my being.
Well that's a fucking shame. Would be cool to become a bird at will.
[It pouts slightly, mildly annoyed by the inability to learn the talent.]




























