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IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENTS
Colonel- one of the nature center’s best ambassador birds- was extra chatty today.
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Storm coming in from below, as he does.
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The barn swallows here love to mob Sawyer. We must have really made them nervous being in there because they were literally flying circles around us. One time they were diving at Sawyer and I got clonked in the head! Determined little things!
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Tail progress on Tempest! The weather’s been rainy and cold so he’s stopped dropping feathers, but his four new red ones are growing in! I’m so excited for that red tail. You’ve no idea.
Reading buddy… Cooter is trying to learn about other raptors, he’s a pretty smart cookie!
Falco by PierpaoloBi ‘Via Flickr: Giostra cavalleresca di Sulmona 2012′
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Bald Eagle, coming in for a landing! #eagle #falconry
Even in the rain our adventures never stop
May 13th
Dominik was a lovable sort of fellow. Despite his appearance, he really was quite the teddy bear. He enjoyed giving hugs, he just didn’t know his own strength. He loved being happy and chipper, social in his life. He showed his affection out there, on his sleeve. There was no hiding his feelings from people, unless he truly had to, or he was fighting in a mission.
Durand got the full brunt of his grateful affection that day.
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“It would be a tragedy to forget your birthday,” he said, bringing a glass of wine to his lips. “This is the first year in many that I’ve been… Tangible. It would be repugnant to not celebrate with you.” Hectate took a sip, faintly remembering the last few years and the various mishaps. His beaked nose wrinkled in distaste and he shook the ill feeling off, no need to sour the evening with the unfortunate past.
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He gave him a rather curious look at the word ‘tangible’. Such an odd word he’s chosen. Tangible meant able to be touched, felt, the like. Why, he was tangible, he was living, wasn’t he? Although the last Dominik knew of him his health was failing, Respawn had...
Honestly, what had happened? He didn’t really remember why or how Hectate left him in the first place. His mind was a blank. Amnesia? The same sort of thing happened when the entire ordeal with his wife went down. He blocked his memories and the events from his mind, walling them up behind a post traumatic stress barrier. It only worsened him in the end, and the times the wall cracked or broke, he was witness to all those painful memories flooding back to him.
The Sniper sat there for a moment, feeling an odd sense of dread. He heard Elizabeth giggling somewhere around his tool table still. Probably playing with one of her toys, stuff that Dominik unearthed from his stashed case of old heirlooms, trinkets and memories. She was always trying to make stuff, like her father did, and often used stuffed animals to ‘hold the tools’ and pretend to ‘go to work’.
He looked at Hectate, or rather stared at him, and his mouth went dry.
Damn it all. With all the death in his life, all the unnatural and shocking death he had witnessed and experienced, he could sense and see. Often he dismissed it as paranoid hallucinations, but he was finally coming around and admitting to the truth. He saw Elizabeth as if she were flesh and blood, still alive, however frozen at the tender age of eight. What was Hectate, then? ‘Tangible’? He looked so real, but so did Elizabeth. Maybe he used that term in the way that he was able to come around and be felt that way. Or maybe because the other birthdays he celebrated Hectate was either dead, or missing.
But what if--
“Not a ghost, I promise,” Hectate’s words floated back to him.
Then what are you, he wondered to himself. Am I going mad? Are you really alive? Or are you something else? I can’t trust myself anymore. I can’t trust my mind. You’ve died and remained dead too many times only to have your cold, dead heart jumpstarted by Respawn, or medical hands, that I don’t know if you’re even here.
Was he sitting across from a ghost? Was he in relations to someone who was dead? Were things nullified still?
Shaking his head, he tried to push the thought to the back of his mind. “Uhh--yeah, well, I figured it’d be the best choice of action,” he said, sipping from his own wine. “You know, they gotta eat too. They’re animals, part of the livin’, breathin’ cycle of life. I’d be an arse to let it starve. And I really didn’t want to relive the past and hafta go to a Medic to get stitched up.” He winced at this. That memory wasn’t a good one. “Yeah, Respawn. It’s been tricky. A lot of the base is empty now.”
He let those words linger in the air for a moment, allowing Hectate to come to a conclusion. A lot of people left on their own accord. Some, well...
“It glitched on the BLU Medic recently. Well, you know, the one decent Haswell fella. He was gone for almost a whole day. Screwed with him badly, from what I hear.” He shrugged, then began to cut into his food. “Rosencoff? He’s--”
“He’s a big mista’,” chirped Elizabeth, her voice melodic and happy. “Real big. Grows pret’y flowers, papaw! Biiiig flowers!” She made a ‘huge’ gesture with her small hands, before lapsing into a fit of giggles.
Dominik furrowed his brow, pretending not to hear his daughter. “He’s this RED Heavy on our base. Real damn good man. Gardener. He’s got a greenhouse out back. I supply the meats, he supplies the veggies and fruits. With our combined efforts, we keep this base goin’ durin’ heavy snowfalls.” He grinned. “You can tell who he is ‘cos of his metal arm. Lost it due to frostbite. I was part of the search party for him. We found him jus’ in time or else his legs would have had to go.”
Grisly events from the past. Hectate had a lot to learn.
He seemed all too interested in hearing about his cases, and the fact that he had settled into town, getting his business up and running. He smiled at this, looking pretty damn proud. “Well, look at you. I knew you’d someday start a business and have it bloomin’ up into a fantastic career. MannCo was never really good for ya, no offense. You seem better doin’ what you’re doin’ now. I can see a change in you, that’s for sure. A real good one.”
The lamb? Hectate, he’s already devoured most of the lamb that’s on his plate. Clear indication he loved it. He says it, too, mentioning how amazing it was, adding on, “I rarely have lamb. Mostly venison. I really ought’a have more of this stuff, it’s great!”
Stands on her toes and gives him a peck on the cheek. "And how are you doing sir?"
“Fae, darlin’!” He picks her up in one of his trademark hugs; one part bone crushing, one part snuggly teddybear. “Naaah, no need callin’ me ‘sir’. I may be old, but hearin’ that makes me feel even older.” With a aloof grin he gave her another squeeze via the hug before putting her back down on the ground. “I’m doing fantastic! Better than ever, actually. And you?”
She let out a squeak as her feet left the ground, but it turned into a laugh as she was hugged tight. She certainly did miss his hugs. “I think you may overestimating your age. I don’t know any old man who can hug as tight as you!” She grinned back at him when he finally set her down. “Im glad to hear that, I’m fine but I want to hear about you…it’s been so long!”
“I’m fifty now,” he said with a laugh. “Had my birthday jus’ last month. Big ol’ five-o. So I’m pret’y old, yeah.” With a playful ruffle to her hair, he answers, “it has been a long time. Been wonderin’ where you went to. Then again, I’ve been scarce myself. Loooong story there.”
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“Heh, yeah. Guess it’s a bit disconcertin’ that an ol’ birdbrained sniper is crushing and squishin’ on you. Uh. I think I got that term right. New lingo, not used to it.”
“Well I know for the crushing and squishing do you it’s quite literal, and you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, I happen to be fond of bird brained snipers” *boops his nose*
He laughs at this, its sound hearty and strong. “Well, guess I’m not used to people actually likin’ a birdbrain bein’ around.” And boy, he had no idea just how strong he was. Maybe someday. Maybe.
....Naaaaah.
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“ ‘Course I do. Can’t help but try and help the critters that, yanno, get hurt from stray bullets or flying debris from our fightin’.” He couldn’t help but grin as he lead Resa into his room. He couldn’t believe someone was actually wanting to see his birds, let alone talk with him!
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“You’d think they’d have a way to keep innocents out,” Resa replied. She followed Dom past the threshold and started gawking. This room was as close to paradise as a war-themed prison could have. The redhead seemed distracted. There was a lot of things here. Her room, by contrast, was barren. The hawk at the back of the room drew her attention the most, though. Its brown eyes met with hers, and there was a moment of silent ‘who are you?’ The hawk seemed content to sit on its perch. Resa gave it space.
Resa came back to the room when Dom lifted the cover on the aviary-style cage. Woodland birds chirped merrily as they woke from their nap and started to move about again. They fluffed and flitted about, probably hoping to come out and play. She smiled at the cage-load of feathered fluff.
“Tell me about these guys,” Resa said. She leaned in. A set of brave, curious birds stayed on their perch where she looked through the bars.
“Well, found all of these guys hurt outside. Some had bullets that clipped their wings. Some had cuts from flyin’ debris. And a few had been mangled by some animal, left to die.” He pointed out some of them. A few of the birds had fresh bandages and coverings over their wounds. Many looked like they could still fly, or at least short distances. A few... it was obvious they couldn’t. “I also take in birds from other areas, those not native to the mountains. I’ve become a sort of...I guess a rescuer of avians.”
Yet they were still loved. And they were extremely active, very lively, not at all afraid of the people so close to their cage.
He eyed the ones Resa had looked at. Two brave birds, a pair actually. They had their legs bandaged, and one was favoring theirs especially. “Maimed by a passin’ animal, guessin’ mountain lion or a bigger raptor. Left to die. Titmouses.” He smiles, watching them blink their beady eyes. “Aren’t they darlin’?”
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“Heh, yeah. Guess it’s a bit disconcertin’ that an ol’ birdbrained sniper is crushing and squishin’ on you. Uh. I think I got that term right. New lingo, not used to it.”
Stands on her toes and gives him a peck on the cheek. "And how are you doing sir?"
“Fae, darlin’!” He picks her up in one of his trademark hugs; one part bone crushing, one part snuggly teddybear. “Naaah, no need callin’ me ‘sir’. I may be old, but hearin’ that makes me feel even older.” With a aloof grin he gave her another squeeze via the hug before putting her back down on the ground. “I’m doing fantastic! Better than ever, actually. And you?”