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[Metanoia]

Jess
Jess didn't hide her surprise when Jakub looked at her with what look almost like reliefPleased with Jak's response, Jess kept her response as short as she could. She respected his business-like attitude. "Thank you. All I ask is you keep your eye out. I can trust you not to bring me back poison. You pay attention." A small smile played at her lips. It was something that happened often enough and nothing usually happened. It was still amusing to tease whoever made the mistake. "That's feverfew. The leaves make a pretty decent pain reliever. But it works best when the leaves are fresh which is why I'd like to have a whole plant." Not to mention it was a very pretty flower when the plant bloomed. But, well, the medicine had to come first.

[nyctomancy]

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name | jak krukenburg
age | seventeen
rank | messenger
tags | forest, jess
ooc | ---

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the lithe brunette nodded, listening carefully as jess explained the properties of feverfew. poison.. wonder if there's a plant that looks like feverfew that is toxic. he mused to himself, jotting the shifter's careful choice of words down. perhaps he would ask later. finishing off the bread, jakub contemplated on whether or not to eat the running scramble now or later. on the downside.. he didn't have a fork. "right. you vant me to bring zhe plant's roots back as vell?" asked the messenger. if jak brought back feverfew in it's entirety, perhaps jess could plant it in one of those pots of hers and grow some at the house. it was reasonable, in his mind anyways. from the way jakub spoke, one could deduce that he didn't exactly plan on giving up so easily. he sounded confident enough, automatically assuming that he would find what jess had asked.

[Ghostie123]

Kyrin
Rummaging through his drawer, he pulls out a grey shirt and black jeans then tosses them onto his bed. He pulls his shirt over his head and picks up the grey one which uncovers his book. Easily distracted, he sits criss cross on his bed, laying his shirt down next to him and opens Catcher in the Rye to the page he makes by folding the corner down. He's read this book many times before but, A. He likes it and B. The nearest bookstore isn't very near. The grocery store rarely has books he finds worth his time. He leans against the wall and places the book in his lap, forgetting about everything else.

Lucian
He fights back for his toast, jabbing her in the side, but ends up letting her win. "Ughhhhhhhhh," he whines. He will have to get more later. When she fluffs his hair again, he clamps his teeth shut pretending to bite her when she puts her hand on his head. When she leaves, he doesn't follow her. Instead he turns on the tv. He'll put pants on later, Criminal Minds is on.

[coyotebluff]

Gwynneth
Eighteen || Tribe Member || Forest || Open
Deciding that she was too bored, and that sitting there wasn't the most fun of all options, the female swings her legs back onto the porch and jumps to her feet, remaining in a squatting position. She shakes her hair back behind her shoulders before bursting into her owl form once again. She likes her owl slightly better than her human. It took no effort and no thought, the only thought she gave to becoming in owl was the fact that her clothes hung loosely over her now small body. She stepped out of her cloths, ducking out of her shirt and shaking the shorts off her talons. She got out of all of her cloths, except her bra still hung around her chest. She shook her wings and grumbled a bit, throwing it off and tossing it in the pile of cloths on the porch. Eh, she would deal with that later. She opened her wings and took off into flight, soaring higher until she was above the trees in seconds. She flew slowly and silently, her ears picking up little sounds. She heard the sounds of voices so she slowed a bit more, looking down to see Jakob and Jess talking it up. She narrowed her eyes at them, not understanding why Jakob wouldn't give her the decency to even look at her when he totally agreed to do what Jess had demanded. She snuffed out her nose a little bit and swooped down for a landing. Jakob totally hated Gwynneth for no reason whatsoever, she had done absolutely nothing to him ever and yet he wanted no part of her. She could tell he thought she was a numskull and immature, but Jess was some perfect angel to him? Whatever, if he wanted to hate on her then so be it. She landed out of sight from the both of them, quite a distance away but she could see and hear them both. Seriously, what was so bad about Gwynneth anyway? Even thinking about it made her feathers puff up in anger and her beak release an angry squawk. Her talons dug into the branch as she watched them. But within a few minutes or so, she heard Evelyn's loud and clear voice which started her a bit. She was calling the boy, but she too dashed up through the trees and flew back to the cabin at full speed. It only took a few moments, and she got there well before he might have. She perched in the open kitchen window on the front of the house under the porch, next to Evelyn as she waited.

Evelyn
Eighteen || Tribe Leader || Kitchen || Open
The girl got up from her stool and walked towards the stairs, grabbing the railing and putting one foot on the first stair. But she looked over to see a head of fluffy white hair sitting on the couch, watching TV. She smiled at the show; one of her favorites was Criminal Minds. But she had to get dressed and ready for the day, so she bolted upstairs and turned right to go into her room. Closing the door behind her with her foot, she took her sweater off and hung it back on the foot of her bed. She opened her drawers and pulled out a cute outfit and laying out on her bed. She stripped off her pajamas and laid them out next to her daytime outfit before grabbing the striped T and pulling it over head. Next was the button up shirt which she just pulled over the T without buttoning it up. She grabbed her pants and pulled those on, and her socks as well. She slid her white converse on and put the pink scarf around her neck. She left her down, but dashed out of the door and slid down and went left to the bathroom. She grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste- which was almost empty- and used up the last of it to brush her teeth. Her deodorant was nearly gone as well, including the layer she was putting on now. She narrowed her eyes, wondering what other toiletries were gone. Looking under the cabinet, she noticed toilet paper and soap was all gone as well. After finishing up in there, she dashed out the door and hall, sliding down the rail and strait out of the open front door. "Jakob! Jokob, I need you! Could you come to the cabin please?!" She yelled through the quiet forest, hoping he wasn't too busy to do a little errand. She then looked up to see Gwynneth speeding down towards the house, perching in the large kitchen window by her. She waited for Jakob.

[Metanoia]

Jess
"Bringing back the roots would be ideal. If there's any trouble, you can always come get me and I'll go out there with a pot. Thanks again for the extra pair of eyes." Jess could tell the boy was up to the challenge. He studied the leaf with confidence that was difficult to mask. An disgruntled sounding squawk snapped her out of her own observations. "Who..." The more she thought about it, the more it was evident that it was Gwynneth (as she was the only other bird shifter) and was about to call out for her when Evelyn's voice rang out. "It seems you've been summoned by la capitán. I'll bring your stuff back if you want. And if you need any help with the errand, you can hit me up. Favor for favor is only fair."

[nyctomancy]

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name | jak krukenburg
age | seventeen
rank | runner
tags | jess > evelyn
ooc | *edit;
for some reason
i keep thinking
there's a messenger.

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"mm," the teenager grunted again, stating that he more or less agreed. to helping jess out with her plant-searching, that was. narrowing his eyes at the birdly call some distance away, the male couldn't help but wonder if there was a particular vexatious someone still hanging around. and then, his name was called, flying through the air. evelyn? gathering up the tupperware container, jakub snapped the lid back in place, casually tossing the container over to jess when she mentioned 'bringing back his stuff'. it wasn't empty - the eggs were left. but the carbs from the slab of toast would have to be enough for now. he didn't have any stuff to bring back, other than the container that jess had treated him to with breakfast. "vee vill see," he answered the peregrine falcon, though it never occurred to the brunette that he would actually use the favor. jakub didn't really ask for much. not for himself. not from his fellow tribe members. he accepted what was dealt to him is reluctantly, if somewhat ungratefully on occasion. standing up on the thick branch, jak lept down from the tree with the grace of a trapeze artist, fully shifting into his form of an eagle before his sneakers could even scrape the ground. snagging his fallen clothes with one talon from the ground, the runner soared back towards the cabin, slowed down somewhat by the load he carried. the shifter arrived not six minutes later, however, landing on the house's outside railing. golden eagle jakub studied evelyn with animalistic dark pupils, before tilting his head to the side as if to ask what was needed of him.

[coyotebluff]

Gwynneth
Eighteen || Tribe Member || Forest || Open
As she waited, she began to close her eyes, her feathers fluffing up. But just then, she heard the wing beats of the golden eagle and she looked up, watching him disappear to perch on the upper balcony. She listened silently, eyes closing again as the leaders smooth voice rang out. It was just an order to go pick up some needed items, though she had always kind of wanted to do that herself. She wondered what it was like in the human suburbs. She perked up instantly at Evelyn's offer for him to have somebody go with him. But she settled back when she remembered that Jakob didn't like her, never mind want her to go with him.

Evelyn
Eighteen || Tribe Leader || Kitchen || Open
The young adult waited patiently after she called for her only runner to arrive, her hand pressed on the wooden pillars on the front of the house. Her gaze scanned the wide patio as she waited for Jakob to arrive. Maybe he was too busy, but she was just about to call again when she saw him break through the forest and into clearing where the house stood. She smiled at him, seeing him fly through the patio until he came to a halt on the upper balcony railing. She stepped out onto the flat stone and looked up at him, seeing his tilted head in question. "Hey! We just ran out of most of out toiletries, so I need you to run to the store and pick up some more. We mostly need toothpaste, deodorant, toilet paper and soaps. But whatever you think we might need will be greatly appreciated as well." She called up to him,squinting in the mid morning sunlight. She then thought for a second before adding, "You may choose somebody else to go with you, if you'd like. Just so you won't be alone. You can either fly or take the tribe car." She offered, pointed to the modern SUV parked on the side of the house.

[nyctomancy]

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name | jak krukenburg
age | seventeen
rank | runner
tags | evelyn
ooc | on mobile

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Fly or take the van? Normally, this was a decision Jakub made with ease - he was a wings boy all the way. But what the Alpha was suggesting seemed to be a heavier load than in normal. Sure he was strong in his feathered form, but even then he could only carry a couple shopping bags at most. Well shoot, it looked like this would be a car trip. Jak wasn't fond of the car. It wasn't that he couldn't drive or anything - he could, if not erratically. But the beast of a machine set his nerves on edge, and pressured him to drive sonewhàt.. unlawfully. Namely, speeding and swerving about. Or sudden breaking- that was a common occurrence when one rode with Jakub Krukenburg. Weighing the pros and cons of each mode of transportation, the scales evebtually tipped. Van it was. "I'll take zhe van," said the messenger, after a moment of hesitation. He really didn't like the van. "But I guess I'll fetch one of zhe others to drive."

[Ghostie123]

Kyrin
He hears Evelyn yelling out the door for Jak so he decides to go check out what's going on. Taking his book with him, he pads out of his room to the balcony and walks onto it. "I'm not doing anything," he mentions but not directly to Jakob. That's his way of offering to tag along. He looks over the balcony down at Evelyn so she can see who was the one who said that. Well she could probably recognize his quiet voice from anywhere... but just in case. His graham cracker colored hair hangs down his face as he leans over the rail and gives her an awkward smile as he waits for her to notice him and for Jakob to decide if he wants Kyrin's company or not. He really enjoys the outdoors but once and a while it's nice to do things normal people do. Even if that means getting toilet paper for his family of not normal people.

Lucian
Open; sitting on the couch

[nyctomancy]

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name | jak krukenburg
age | seventeen
rank | runner
tags | evelyn, kyrin
ooc | ----

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instead of responding right away, the bird took to the air with a singular flap of his massive wings. circling upwards, once, twice, the golden eagle flew indoors. not a minute later jakub emerged from the bathroom on the second floor, in his human form wearing the hoodie he washed about once a week (he loved it dearly), and an older pair of jeans. "quiet and chummy?" he asked, "if you drive anything like your personality then i guess you're velcomed." leave it to jak to insult and compliment the beta all in one turn. taking the stairs downwards, the teenager appeared on the front porch with the keys in hand. "you'll need these," said the runner, before tossing the tinkling metal trinkets upwards, presumably for kyrin to catch. his piece stated, the german began to trek towards the car. idly slipping the sharpie out of his back pocket, he rolled up the cuff of his sleeve and began to ink his skin. toiletries, the male scribbled, pinning the word beneath a faded drawing of scribbled circles.