Fly Me Away... ((Von and Aubry))

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((Von and Aubry))

“Benai, I don’t want it! Take it back!” Aubry growled, eyes glaring at his best friend as the man continued to set up the bird sanctuary in his spare bedroom. “What the bloody hell am I suppose to do with this thing?”

Benai sighed and continued, “If you can’t associate with actual people and insist on staying locked up in this tomb of a house you have then I bought you a friend. He even talks… sort of.”

“You bought me a talking pet.” He stated before shaking his head and continuing with his rant. “No way in Blanserta am I keeping it! I don’t like animals!”

“You are an animal. How can you not like animals? That’s like… self-hate.”

“I am not amused.”

Benai rolled his eyes and patted the bird atop the head before heading out the door. “Just give it a chance, it’s a cute little thing. You never know, maybe it will keep you more company than you think.”

Aubry snorted and closed the door behind him as he follow Benai downstairs. “Please reconsider. I can’t even keep a plant much less this thing. It will die here.”

“I’ll be in to check it’s food source every other day then.”

Aubry would have said more but Benai was quick to exit and escape onto the sidewalk. “Stupid man,” he grumbled before heading back upstairs and into the bloody bird sanctuary to at least look over the creature his friend had purchased him.

[mesmu]

Nirvauna blinks when the two had left the room. He wasn't stupid and knew many words, and not all of them nice. Not stretching a wing nor even making a sound. But instead begins plucking his feathers. A nasty nervous habit that usually resulted with bald spots.

When his new owner comes back in he welcomes with a, "Well, hello there." And turns towards them, eying them with black jewel like eyes.

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Aubry actually jumped a bit when the thing spoke. "What the..." he mused, leaning in closer to look at the bird but not too close as he was cautious of that peak. "You really do talk," he mused.

[mesmu]

Von tilts his head before extending a claw, "Up." He wanted to 'step up' onto his owner's arm. Which is something that isn't too suggested until you have bonded better with the bird. But none the less he repeats. "Up. Up. Up... Pretty birdy, up."

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"You actually expect me to touch you?" Aubry was appalled, those claws looking quite sharp. He's hate for the thing to nick him and he retailiate by accident. "Stay," he ordered.

[mesmu]

Does he look like a dog? Oh now he is ready to shriek out hell. He sets his claw back down and opens his beak, "SHUT UP PRETTY BIRD! UP! PRE~ETTY BOY! WHA CHA WANT?" He takes a deep breath. "VON NO LOVE YOU!" Oh yeah, he really pieced all this together just to piss Aubry off. And he just keeps shrieking.

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Aubry stared at the thing like it had four heads. It really did talk! Not just mimic but talk! A lot. Listening to the thing rant a moment, he asked abruptly, "Is that your name? Von? What sort of animal talks like this?"

[mesmu]

Nirvauna stops at his second name. He eyes Aubry and watches the male closely, "Nirvauna." And he begins cackling his witch cackle laugh.Finding his own name coming out of his beak funny.

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Aubry stared at it. "Is this some kind of a joke?" Figuring there had to be some kidn of recorder in the room talking instead of the bird, he began to look around.

[mesmu]

And Von keeps up laughing. The other searching the room is amusing to him.

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Finally having had his A.I. do a room scan and coming up with nothing, he gave up. "So you talk," he reached out and poked the bird's head. "What else do you do?"

[mesmu]

Von's wings flair and he shrieks as he flails away from the offending finger. Patting and petting is okay, but poking is not, "Fucker!" And he falls on the floor...

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"Shit..." Aubry mumbled and quickly scooped the foul-mouthed thing up out of the floor. "Uh.. Sorry?" he said, awkwardly rubbing the spot he had poked.

[mesmu]

Von is still pissed and his pale pink feathers atop his head are standing on end. He hisses lowly and nips at the hand petting him, "Mean pretty birdy!"

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"Ouch, you little bastard! I didn't mean to," he jerked his finger away and fought the urge to drop the thing. "You talk, how the stars am I supposed to know that you can't be be poked or whatever."