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POSTED: Fri May 12, 2017 4:50 pm

D'Neville Mansion: Check out the roof of the mansion -- are there any leaking areas, areas with destroyed shingles, sagging parts, or other damages? The D'Neville does have a few chimneys for fireplaces; it's probably a good idea to check these out and make sure they're in good order. Animals may decide to take up residence within the chimney -- or get caught and die. They should be cleared away.

D’Neville Mansion, first floor. AW for one.

Dove Reverie thought herself a ghost: a remnant of a wasted life, a transient in a realm she did not belong and never had. Yet the ground would not leave her feet, and the sky did not open its arms to her.

To the very core of her being, Dove knew that illness should have taken her life. For weeks her bedridden body had rejected any substance ingested to support lifeforce; food and drink became vomit and blood, breath became coughs and wheezes. A shiver despite any number of layers had left her stiff limbs exhausted, yet sleep had come only in the lapses her thoughts silenced. Existence was hell. Death had come knocking, but her hand hesitated on the knob.

The vomiting had stopped at start of the month, and the fever and aches soon after. Her appetite had yet to restore—not that it had been ideal before the illness—and a residual cough persisted, but Dove had long since regained the strength to climb from bed and wander the mansion premises, at the very least. She did not yet trust herself beyond, even if her missing brother were still alive and waiting to be found somewhere out there.

The rapid beating of wings above her head drew Dove from memories of Harosheth as she left her room, her eyes searching the ceiling and rafters until she spotted the sparrow trapped inside the mansion walls. How? The chimneys? A hole in the roof upstairs? Whatever the case, it could wait; huddling in the crocheted blanketed around her shoulders Dove ducked into her bedroom and opened the window hoping to drive the little bird out, only to spook it up the hallway when she emerged back out the door. Fretting and slow-moving, she followed.

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POSTED: Tue May 23, 2017 6:16 pm

Armed only with a broom and an overturned bucket as a makeshift helmet, Redtooth was a warrior ready for battle. He supposed he liked birds, especially after his recent and overzealous birdhouse making campaign for Inferin's ravens -- but when birds began taking up residence (and started shitting) in the mansion's chimneys, Redtooth figured something must be done. They rustled, flapped, and tittered all day. It was enough to drive anyone mad. Therefore, this was war. And so as an army of one, Redtooth took up arms and took it upon himself to rid his home of the winged scourge.

It was not as easy as he initially thought it would be.

The battle was hard fought and he was covered in soot from head to toe from his failed attempt at clearing the chimney of a family house sparrows in mansion's dining room. They put up more than a good fight, driving Redtooth away with beating of wings and one well targeted bowel movement that landed right on Redtooth's hand which triggered a string of profanities to spew from him. In short, after a long and vicious battle, Redtooth gave up; storming off with his broom in hand in frustration.

He shut the door behind him and huffed. It was then that he saw yet another bird fly from out of a nearby room and out into the hallway with Dove following behind. "Jesus fuckin' Christ," an exasperated Redtooth muttered to himself. "It's a god damn infestation." He straightened his bucket helmet and he lifted his broom-lance into the air, readying himself for battle number two.
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POSTED: Tue May 30, 2017 8:01 pm

Huddled inside her sister’s blanket, Dove followed the bird from the hallway into the lobby, silent and patient without any obvious attempt to keep the winged thing’s attention. Redtooth, storming from a room and smoking from the ears, contrarily earned its attention immediately and sent the terrified sparrow away and towards the stairs. It stopped in the rafters to catch its breath, and so too did Dove pause to catch her own.

She turned on Redtooth and whapped him across the arm. “What’s wrong with you? Are you trying to scare it to death?” Despite the bags beneath her eyes and her bones more visible than flesh—and the fact that she hadn’t seen him, nor many others, in well over a month—Dove glared almost childishly and gathered up the blanket on her arms in a huff. “I’ll hold open the front door. Try to get it to come this way without making it drop dead.”

She hobbled her way over to the door, muttering a quiet “Poor little thing,” as she went. Then, with some effort with gratitude to her shrunken muscle mass, the Reverie held open the mansion’s front door and hid behind it. “Okay, go ahead.”

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POSTED: Tue May 30, 2017 9:04 pm

When Dove struck Redtooth's arm, his grip faltered and the broom he held fell to his feet with a rickety clatter. "Owwww," he mumbled, rubbing gingerly at his forearm at the spot he was hit. His bucket helmet drooped forward over Redtooth's face, covering his eyes and obstructing his vision. He let go of his forearm and pushed it back up. All the while, Redtooth glanced back at Dove with a look of innocent bewilderment before saying, "Jeez Dove, you didn't have to hit me like that." Redtooth was silent for a moment, and then he muttered jokingly, "I'm fragile."

"I wasn't gonna hurt it or anythin'," he admitted in earnest. Scare the sparrow out of the mansion, maybe -- but hurt it? That had never been the plan. Actually there had really never been a plan in the first place, but that was par for the course when it came to Redtooth shenanigans. Dove, unlike her household item armored compatriot, had a very common sense plan in mind almost immediately. Redtooth was resigned to agree with a nod.

So, when she went to open the front door, Redtooth went to confront the lil' birdie in the rafters of the stairwell. He left his broom strewn along the ground in the hall. He put on his game face. "Okay birdie," Redtooth spoke. "Time to go outside." Redtooth flailed his arms around in the stairwell, trying his best to make the sparrow take off toward Dove and the open door, but the sparrow stayed put. It hopped around and tittered on the crossbeam as if it wished to taunt it's assailant, like it had won some great game of wits.

"Doooooooove," Redtooth called from the stairwell, arms still flailing. "He's just sitting there! What do?!"
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POSTED: Sun Jun 04, 2017 9:52 pm

Watching stonefaced from the door, Dove felt her stomach turn. Redtooth’s pots-and-pans flailing in the staircase was too humiliating for Dove in her compromised condition to watch, and she considered stepping outside to allow her inside parts to become outside parts until the feeling passed.

“Why are you wearing all that?” she called from across the lobby.

Unsuccessful, Redtooth whined, and Dove made no effort to mask her scoff or hide her rolling eyes. “Fine, use the broom, just be gentle. The best we can do is try to get it flying and steer it in the right direction. Or... if we can get it to land, I guess we could throw my blanket on it and take it out. I’ve got the door open, just... try something. Or you come hold it and I’ll try, if you’re going to keep whining like that.”

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POSTED: Mon Jul 03, 2017 10:29 pm

No standards of any kind to break.
No creeds to disavow.

At first, Dove didn't give any easy answers. Instead, all Redtooth received was an unwarranted inquiry regarding the proper bodily fortifications he had made; the bucket helmet and broom spear. He stopped waving his arms about and he scoffed. "It's preparation" Redtooth called from across the hall. "You ain't s'posed to ride into war unprepared." Mostly, it was just so he didn't get shat on -- but that was as good a reason as any.

Then came the proper advice.

Redtooth always felt it was easier to follow the orders of another than think for himself, so he did exactly as he was told. He picked up the broom that he had cast aside once again. "Gotcha. Door. Blanket. Broom. Bird." Redtooth nodded, biting his lip as he tried to absorb all he could from Dove's instructions. "Check."

So, with the grace of a ballerina on Quaaludes, Redtooth raised his broom, brandishing it high and proud like some sacred sword. The sparrow puffed his chest and batted his wings in defiance, but after a well placed poke the against the support beam, the bird took flight down the hall. It zig-zagged and made an erratic and unpredictable course -- but fortunately, there was only one way it could go: down the hallway, toward Dove.

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