Badger,Nabby, Scraps, Tweeds, Wren, Socket, Louis, Marilyn, The Black raven, Swallow and Raven
[OOC: Going to do these all as older AU Crow, to stop it getting confusing.]"An impression o’ Badge’? Hah, ‘e’ll bloody kill me for this…"(He clears his throat, then tries the best he can to impersonate Badger’s northern twang. And fails miserably.)"I dunno ‘ow you an’ Rodders stay friends, you know that, Crowlo? The two of you are proper fightin’ an’ arguing ‘til the cows come ‘home, like. You must get along though, since you’ve been besties as long as I’ve known you. Roddy must have the patience of a saint, eh?Scraps is all right. A bit cagey, but who am I to talk? We used to ‘ang about a lot when we were kids, but mostly because we were always in the same place anyway. I’d stand on my post while ‘e’d search through the rubbish an’ we’d kind of just ignoreh each other. Nice enough guy though. All the Black Ravens are nice.Never ‘ad a lot to do with Gus before ‘e moved to Sout’ampton. Now we see ‘im evereh other day. Changed a lot since ‘e were a kid, mind. Used to be all cheerful an’… well, ‘e’s still cheerful now, but none of us were expectin’ ‘im to ride that bloodeh motorbike about. Dunno ‘ow ‘e does it. I’d be terrified, like. Watched Crow try it once an’ just… no thanks.Can’t say anythin’ bad about Wren. Wouldn’t ‘ave our Swallow if it weren’t for Wren bein’ kind enough to be the surrehgate. An’ she’s propeh the smartest person I’ve met an’ the best mam to Swallow. Glad she got over that loseh she used t’like, she can do well betteh than ‘im.”(He’s getting into the act now, pausing to shake his head in exasperation at the mention of Socket.)"You look at Socket an’ you wondeh if anyone’s told ‘im that we’re adults now, like. I mean that in the nicest way possible, but ‘e still runs around like a kid sometimes. Like a little brotheh to me, is Socket. I wish ‘e’d stop askin’ me t’go t’those strip clubs with ‘im though.An’ Louis? Well, we’re northern brothehs to the end, the two of us. It’s just us against all these southern shites down ‘ere. I’m glad ‘e came back down ‘ere, even if it were for bad reasons. ‘Ope ‘e picks himself up again soon…Maybe if Mal shows back up she might ‘elp ‘im. They were always close. Gigglin’ at the market stall. I’ll neveh forget when I first met them both. Felt like a right pillock aftehwards… But Mal undehstood. She knows everythin’, does Mal. Knew about me an’ Crow before either of us did. But then… Crow was such a slow birdie about that, so I ain’t surprised.The Black Raven? I wish ‘e’d stay outteh our bloodeh bedroom, that’s what I think of ‘im! Just one decent night of passion without ‘avin’ to wear that stupid costume would be nice. I know it’s Crow’s thing, but I’ll neveh get it. What’s so ‘ot about a cape an’ a plague docteh’s mask?
An’ Swallow… well, ‘e’s my little boy. Always will be, even if ‘e’s twice the size of me. Never did find out where ‘e got those genes from. But ‘e’s a gentle one an’ not as tough as ‘e looks, just like… well, yeah. A-anyway, I’ll always look out fer ‘im an’ if Ginge’ ‘urts ‘im I’ll bloodeh kill ‘im.”
(Might have slipped out of character a bit for that last part.)
"Speakin’ of Ginge’… ‘e’s an Ascot, ain’t ‘e? Says ‘e’s given up the posh knob livin’ though, so that’s not so bad. But ‘e’s still annoyin’ though. And kind of weird. If Swallow likes ‘im though, that’s good enough for me.
…Right, think that’s about it. ‘Ow’d I do?”
