forum The Golden Child of Eretien // O/O // Closed

Started January 15, 2022 by @MarDeColores this is not it kids

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(Alright, thanks for letting me know! Have a nice trip! :)

Garnet stared at the person, waiting for them to make their move so he could make his. He was anticipating a full-on magic fight and was not looking forward to it. However, before the person could make any sort of move, a falcon descended on their face.
"Gah! Get it off!" The person yelped, swatting at the mysterious bird. Garnet stared at it for a second, completely dumbfounded. Where in the world had it come from? He glanced around, eventually finding an open window with a very familiar face. Either they'd just decided to watch him panic and the falcon had been an act of the gods, or they'd been the one to send the falcon. Either way, he should probably take this opportunity and get out of there.
"Thanks, random bird!" He called, not wanting to shift the blame onto Emery–if it really was them who sent the bird–once he vanished. Garnet waved at the falcon and by extension, his would-be attacker, then turned and started running down the street.
"Get back here!" The person yelled, still attempting to rid themself of the feathered attacker.

Flint continued to attack, dodging whenever the person tried to swat at her. Emery waited until Garnet was far enough away, then put two fingers to their lips and whistled sharply. Backing away from the window so they wouldn’t be seen, they waited. The falcon, upon hearing the call, dodged another swat and flew out of the person’s reach. She returned the whistle with her own cry, then flew into the window. Emery held out their arm for the falcon to perch on, wincing when they felt her sharp talons.
“Thanks girl,” they said, laughing a little. They couldn’t help finding the person trying to fight her off was funny to watch. “Let’s get you a treat, eh?” Flint chittered and blinked her eyes at them. Emery got the impression that she was annoyed, offended at the person for swatting at her. Smiling, they let her perch on their shoulder, quickly going back downstairs to find some of the beef jerky their benefactor sometimes had lying around. No one ate it except for the falcon. It was a general rule to not eat the falcon’s beef jerky.

(Welcome back! Sorry for the long absence, midterms happened and I didn't like it. Also, my replies will probably take longer this week, I'm with family. :)
"Not happening!" Garnet called back, taking the first turn he could and breaking into an all-out sprint. He didn't dare look back to see where the person was, though he was guessing they were probably dealing with the falcon sent by the gods/Emery. There wasn't any more shouting behind him, so he guessed they'd either dealt with the falcon and had given up, or the falcon had dealt with them. Either way worked for him. Garnet glanced behind him, saw no one, and slipped into a small alleyway between two buildings to catch his breath and regroup. If that falcon really had been sent by Emery… why'd they done it? They didn't know him at all, so there was no reason for them to help him. Maybe they were just nice. Though he'd learned that people were 'just nice' very rarely. They must want something. Garnet had no clue what that thing was, though. He should probably just take the gift and not think about the reasoning behind it, but he couldn't. He wanted to know.

As Emery fed Flint her beef jerky, they suddenly felt shivery with adrenaline. They had really done that. They had really sent the falcon down to attack someone. It had felt good at the time, Garnet had been able to get away, but now it felt bad. Really bad. The Golden Child didn’t do things like that, right? They were supposed to follow the rules. Why had they done that? They didn’t know anything about what had been going on. Well, it hadn’t looked like he was doing anything other than digging up the road, which certainly was weird and probably warranted an arrest, but then, should they have just let Garnet get taken away? That didn’t feel right either. They had seen him lurking around, heard things about him here and there, and he never seemed to do anything extremely harmful. He was just a wanderer who didn’t really mean anyone harm.
Emery let Flint go back outside, then went back upstairs. Sitting at their desk, they stared at the blank piece of paper. Then they picked up their pen.
Dear Garnet the Madman,
I apologize for the name, but since you do not have a last name, I suppose this is the next best thing. Anyway, I suppose I will start with answering the questions you asked me last time. Why do I thing you are crazy? Because I was simply told that you are. I’m certainly not the first person to think so. Why am I also crazy? Because I was told that am. I have been trying to research something that I am having a lot of trouble with finding answers for. No body else I know cares about the things I do, so they sometimes call me crazy. You seem like you would have something interesting to say, even though you may be less than credible. I would just think it would be worthwhile to have a conversation with you to see what I can find out.
Since you told me that you don’t have paper, you can write on the back of this.
Sincerely,
Emery Takahashi, the Golden Child.
They folded up the the paper, then stood up and inserted their fingers in their mouth, and blew a whistling call. When Flint came, Emery quickly attached the letter to her leg.
“Thanks again, girl,” they murmured. “You know what to do?”
Flint chirped and chattered. After a moment, she flew off.

Garnet continued down the alleyway, not wanting to go anywhere near a place where that person might be. He didn't have a mysterious falcon to save him this time. After a lot of weaving through roads, he ended up in a small park he often went to when he didn't have anything else to do. It wasn't like he didn't have anything to do at the moment–he had an awful lot to do, actually–but he needed to pause and figure out his next steps before jumping headfirst into them. Garnet slumped onto a picnic table, resting his forehead against the rough wood surface. He should probably go talk to Greg first. And then go check out the sewers. And maybe see if he could figure out what was going on with Emery at some point, too. Gods, that was a list.
Garnet was interrupted from his schedule-making by the sound of something flying near him. He quickly lifted his head to see a very familiar falcon flying towards him.
"Hey. You're that bird," Garnet blurted out, pointing at it. A second later, he noticed what looked like a piece of paper attached to said bird's leg. "You've got something stuck to your leg." The falcon probably knew that, but he just wanted to make sure it knew.

The falcon circled over Garnet’s head, then dove down onto the picnic table. She clicked her beak, then turned so he would have access to the paper, rolled up and tied to her orange-red leg. The bird appeared to be a bit nervous around him; her head bobbed in different directions, and she ruffled her wings every once and a while. They were dark and brackish, compared to her breast, which was light but speckled. Her eyes were dark as well, but there were orange eye-rings underneath.

Garnet watched the bird cautiously, half-sure it would start attacking him next. It didn't, however. Thank the gods. He stared at the thing on the bird's leg, which looked like a roll of paper.
"Um… you want me to take the paper?" He asked, though obviously, the bird wouldn't be able to respond. "Okay." Garnet slowly reached out and untied the paper. The bird looked like it was nervous, just like him. "Thanks, I guess?" Garnet gave the bird a smile, then turned his attention to the note.
"Garnet the Madman?" He let out a surprised snort. "You've got to be kidding me." Garnet read the rest of the note slowly, not wanting to accidentally skim over an important part. "Research, huh? I wonder what about." He had no idea what kind of research the all-important Golden Child Emery Takahashi could possibly be doing that involved him. He hoped they weren't just playing with him.
Since Garnet didn't have a pen, he had to write with magic, which was much harder than it should have been. The note read, "I'll be in front of the Mercy Church on Baten Avenue today until sunset and every day after today at noon." It would have been much easier to arrange a meeting if he had a house, but alas. The Mercy Church would work. The people who worked there didn't mind him loitering outside, and he knew that from experience. Garnet nervously tied the rolled-up note, this time with his writing inside, to the bird's leg. Hopefully, Gerry's Food and Drink would be nearby. She liked to frequent the area around the Mercy Church.

(djdjdkjsd I feel like me stalking yours and Ice's rp is getting me spoilers XD also sorry it's short)

The falcon started preening her feathers as Garnet read the letter, then raised her head and shook it. Though she still appeared to be somewhat nervous, she allowed him to tie the letter back onto her leg. Flint clicked her beak, then took off to return back to her owner.

(Pfft, maybe. And it's fine, there really isn't much else to say besides that. :)

Garnet had no idea how quickly Emery would make their way to the Mercy Church, but he figured he might as well be there as soon as possible. If nothing else, it would give him some time to try and figure out exactly what he would say. He wove through the streets at a steady pace and got to the Mercy Church in record time.
The plaza in front of the Mercy Church was packed with people. That probably meant that Gerry's Food and Drink was in there, which was exactly what he'd hoped. Gerry always gave him a meal for free, which he appreciated greatly. Her food always filled him up for an entire day and that was always very helpful.