[b]October 25 2023[/b]

[i]The chill of Autumn crisped the air. In the skies the crows circled, wheeling and playing on updrafts born on sun warmed ashpalt cooling in the twilight. They watched. They waited.[/i]

[@XxFellsingxX]
You feel the knife go into your eyes, the sharp steel blade scrapping on the back of your orbit, twisting down to cut through the optic nerve. The pain is so bad you almost vomit, almost cant feel the bonds that keep you from moving, it distracts you from the taste of your own burned tongue in your mouth...

You awaken in a cold sweat. It takes you a minute to realise that the pounding isn't in your head. Someone is knocking at your door. [b]What do you do?[/b]

[i]GM prompt: What is your appartment like?[/i]
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[@Guardian Angel Haruki]

It has been a long day at the office. There have been alot of them lately. Since the Mayoral elections it seems like everyone wants everything yesterday. The cases have been getting increasingly convulted. Who ever heard of money being passed through Maltese banks, bouncing through credit unions in St Kitts only to be spent on utterly innocous office supplies by a law firm in Corvus Bay?

As you leave the office you notice the crows. They caw and cackle above you. At first you pay no attention. This is Corvus Bay afterall but as you approach your car one flutterd down and lands on the roof. It drops a laurel twig from its beak and cocks its head. 

"Zeke," it caws. Or you think it does, maybe its just your mind giving meaning to random bird noise.

"Zeke, zeke!" it screams, fluttering it's wings and swooping away down a nearby alleyway. [b]What do you do?[/b]

[i]GM Prompt: What is your work like? Have you used your job to search for Zeke?[/i]

[b]Returned to the Nest:[/b] You are a native daughter. Take +1 ongoing for [b]Appeal to Old King Crow.[/b]

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[@POOHEAD189]

You are in your workshop, labouring away to the exacting standard of your kind. You have been working tirelessly to restore this ancient human armor to its former... well glory might be a strong word, no dwarf would ever forge something like this, but you are working to make it stronger. There is a sudden crash and a beam of blinding light as a woman materializes in a column of pure radiance. For a moment she is luminous and golden, a darkness at the heart of a supernova. Then the light gutters and she falls to her knees. She falls to the floor, clattering in a heap of gleaming plate armor disfigured by a huge dished in dent in the curiass. Her dark hair is up in braids under her helmet and a fearsome sword is strapped across her back. A P-90 sub machine gun, clatters to the ground, discharge smoke still wafting from the barrel. You recognise the Valkyrie Sayeeda from long association, her face drawn in a ricktus.

"Mother fucker," she comments, lifting a bloodied hand from the wound in her side and staring at it in wonderment before collapsing on your workshop floor. [b]What do you do?[/b]

[i]GM Prompt - Describe your workshop[/i]

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[@rush99999]

You are hungry. It has been too long since you last fed. You haven't quite decided what you are going to do about that when there is a knock on your door. A young man in an expensive suit with a rolex watch is standing on your doorstep. He swats absently at a crow that swoops in to pluck at his black hair.

"Fucking, birds," he mutters in surprsingly musical falsetto before pounding on your door again.

"Mr January," he calls out. "It really is most important I meet with you." [b]What do you do?[/b]

[i]GM Prompt: Is your home the physical center of your web?[/i]

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[@Candykane]

The humans seem to think its getting cold. Humans are so strange about that. You are in the park downtown, watching that clock that you love turn and turn. Crows periodically land on you, as though they can see your statue form through your human disguise. They caw and flutter then take to wing. As you ponder you notice a pair of humans eying you. This isn't new either, your maker wrought you in an attractive form and the greek clothing you wear isn't exactly inconspicous. They being to come towards you, one of them slipping something from his jacket pocket as he comes. [b]What do you do?[/b]

[i]GM Prompt: Why do you frequent this park?[/i]