bravenewworld | second road ( action

( i: action; all around union )

[ meet Teasel, everyone - the new addition to the Baggins household, and a right royal pest. first it was Bilbo's spoons. then anything else in the house that was shiny and not nailed down. by this point, she's built a nice little overly shiny nest for herself, and you'd think that would be a good place to stop, locked in an eternal tug-of-war with her Trainer of put those back right now and finding new and more out-of-reach places to construct her nest of bling.

except no, instead she's taken to places further afield for feeding her shiny addiction. "places further afield" being "anywhere and everywhere in Union, nevermind whether or not the shiny things are junk or if they actually belong to someone else."

she's trying to be stealthy about it, for the most part. she doesn't want her fussy Trainer catching on to what she's up to, after all. but some of those shiny things are just too good to resist even if it means thieving a little bit more... well, publicly.

Union, you may or may not find items of yours suddenly missing, or catch a Murkrow shamelessly fleeing the scene of the crime! what do. ]

( ii: video; forward dated a few days )

[ if Bilbo looks stressed in the warp band feed, that might be because he is. his face is in a deep-set frown, and he gives a deep sigh right before he starts speaking. ]

I think I owe quite a few people an apology for a certain somebody's antics over the past few days. [ he glares at something or someone off-screen before adjusting the warp band to reveal... well, a sizeable collection of shiny odds and ends piled on his kitchen table. ] Listen, I - I honestly have no idea who all of these things belong to, let alone how I'm supposed to return them, but if you do recognise anything, please, please let me know so I can get it back to its rightful owner. Again, I'm dreadfully sorry about all this. Won't happen again if I can help it.

[ at that, there's a sullen and only very slightly repentant cawing from off-screen... followed by the sound of breaking pottery, and the continued sound of squawking as Bilbo whirls around in its direction that almost sounds... melodic????. ]

--Teasel! That was my mother's best china, it was over a hundred years ol-- [ abruptly, he seems to remember that he's still recording, and with an effort of will breathes in through his nose before saying in clipped tones: ] Excuse me.

(( ooc: feel free to say that your character has lost a shiny thing and had it stolen by Teasel, or we can also action-thread it if you like! thefts will have been happening from ~9th march onwards. ))

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[ Adlan likewise has some trouble recovering from being flung like that, so in the end, he doesn't gain that much ground (air?) on her at all. but, single jewel eye glaring, and a feather or two in his cloth hand, he once again begins his pursuit.

thorin's still out of sight, trying to follow the upset cawing around half a block. ]

[ by this point, Teasel is feeling more than a little rattled. her wings are getting tired and anyway she should totally have lost them by now!! this is so unfair.

time to cut her losses then. she wheels around to the north and flies as fast as her wings can carry her, not wanting to lose any more feathers (or worse!!) to the cranky ghost sword. time to head for home and go to ground! ]

[ well, that course carries her right past the smith. and he's got plenty of stamina to keep running, even after this little chase. it doesn't really matter that much that he's lost track of where they are, let alone of where they might be going. all that can get figured out later. ]

[ Teasel's route now leads her (and her pursuers) into what is now undoubtably a residential district. as she zig-zags past apartment doors and over the heads of a few locals, she finally ends up at a bright green door, which she starts clattering her wings against, squawking as loudly as she can through the gems still in her beak to be let in.

meanwhile, inside the apartment in question, Bilbo Baggins looks up from the book he was reading with a flash of annoyance and a sense of dread. ]

Is that Teasel--? Oh, no, no - what has her making all that racket?

[ and it's towards the door he heads, with a frazzled, irate-looking Minty in tow! ]

[ meanwhile on the other side of the door, thorin and adlan are approaching, through thorin slows from a full tilt run to a jog, and finally a brisk walk now that this foolishness is coming to an end. adlan is once again ahead of him, making a combee line for the green door and associated squawking thieving murkrow. the honedge may or may not be threatening her. ]

[ and it's at that point that the door opens! revealing Bilbo on the other side of it, gaping in utter confusion at the scene before his eyes.

the first thing he manages to process is Teasel, who gamely attempts to fly straight past him and either make for a hiding spot or use him as a shield against the honedge - only to meet with Bilbo catching hold of one of her claws as she tries, cutting her short. ]

Ohhh no you don't! You wait just a minute, young lady, and explain to me what in blazes you have been up to--

[ and it's at that moment that he processes the rest of what he was seeing, and abruptly stops mid-sentence. he looks several times between Teasel and the trainer + pokemon combo outside his front door.

oh.

oh, no.

with a voice that is deceptively calm, but slightly shriller than normal all the same, he says: ]

Oh. Good afternoon. Please tell me she wasn't doing what I think she was doing.

[ teasel of all the bloody people you could choose to steal from ]

[ out of all the people this pokémon could have belonged with. thorin doesn’t stop, though, until he’s almost at the door. this time, he’s visibly angry, but looking like he’s run through half the city doesn’t really add to the threatening air. he’s breathing hard. ]

She was. [ he shoots a glare at the murkrow, but it’s satisfying to see her flailing in the librarian’s grasp. no denying that.]

Oh, no. Oh, no, I am terribly sorry--

[ clearly more than a little flustered and embarassed by this point - both by the fact that one of his pokemon has been stealing, and also through being faced with someone who is clearly (and rightly) furious - Bilbo turns to the murkrow. the flailing is mostly subsiding by this point and giving way to a sullen, defeated glare - she seems to know that she's in hot water now. ]

Teasel, what - whatever you have in that beak of yours, drop it. [ when that's met with only more sullen staring, Bilbo's tone becomes suddenly stern. ] Now, if you'd be so kind.

[ the sullenness will continue until morale improves, as the murkrow reluctantly lets whatever remaining gems she had drop into Bilbo's outstretched palm. when he sees exactly what she's been caught stealing, Bilbo's eyes widen before his face screws up in an expression that looks very much like he's internally facepalming. he cannot believe. neither can Minty, if the way she's glaring at all and sundry from behind Bilbo's head is any indication. ]

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