A little Murkrow was on the prowl. It was a field test, but the Murkrow just enjoyed being both useful and do what it was basically born to do. Which, in this case, was to scout out a location. Lash had sent it out ahead of herself towards the random store she’d picked out for the exercise. And why this one? Because there was a guard.

That was what it was all about, after all. But for now, the Murkrow was simply flying about, casually landing on the building opposite of the store all while Lash herself sauntered down the street already. There were some other pedestrians, of course, and for now, the Murkrow simply decided to try and catch eye-contact with the guard from afar for a good minute and then some. Well, it continued to keep eye contact of course, but after a random amount of time, Lash herself arrived and entered the store for the time being, just in order to look around a bit, while the suspicious Murkrow remained outside, unflinching.


Laurence Anderson

“Mur…krow?” The little one cocked his head in seeming confusion. It seemed to understand the human to an extent, at least enough to know that it was being addressed there. But it did not seem to properly understand the question. And why would it? It had only recently been caught and thus had a lot of wild energy left within him. As such, a lot of the nuance in human language still were a mystery to it.

Instead, it cared a lot more about the weather – it was getting a bit cold, after all – and the simple instructions it had been given. Establish eye-contact with the guard, get his attention. Then, once that was done it briefly acquired a glint in its eyes, as if smirking.
Then it released a wing attack, firing a blade of wind at the ground in front of the guard as if trying to say ‘is that what you were asking for, human?’.


- chills
Laurence Anderson

“Mur-kaw!” It loudly proclaimed itself in response to the reveal of the surprise villain. Then, it valiantly and steadfastly did its one job in an, in its opinion, brilliant way. Though it probably did not look at all like that, since its job was to immediately turn wing and fly away, once it knew the opposition was in pursuit.

That was the test, after all. Meanwhile, the one safe from all the cold was pretending to check out a particular aisle near the entrance to keep an eye out of things from the corner of her eye. She noticed that big, dour looking guy coming up in a hurry. So, that was how he played it. Lash guessed that this was just how a competent guard would approach the situation.

Kind of sad, in multiple ways. For one, that meant that the success rate of this would not be complete. But at the same time, most guards would probably still fall for it. Still though, it was hard to not notice that hurrisome man. “Is everything alright, mister?”

Laurence Anderson
- cold #3

Ugh. That guy just had to be league. Whether it be trying to keep people from space-time-distortions, weird wormholes in the sky or just from shoplifting, they always had that holier-than-thou aura about them.

It seriously pissed Lash off. “What?” She first sounded a bit incredulous, but that was the extent of her acting ability. Keeping her emotions under control for that long was already an achievement, after all. “Idiot! Just randomly accusing people, what a sick joke!” she yelled at him straight away, clearly agitated. Sure, he was right, so technically her getting riled up about it all was incredibly hypocritical.
But this wasn’t about facts! This was about his attitude. Still though, she seemingly realized something, briefly, before reining herself in somewhat. Flipping her hair, she changed gears immediately as she pulled out her phone, pointing it at him. “But if you want to just accuse people then you certainly will not have a problem if I tell everyone about that, right? Seriously, people like you are the worst. Probably just taking guard jobs to have some feeling of superiority over others…” She was half mumbling to herself at the end, her mind too busy trying to figure out how to best proceed with this faux outrage.

The Murkrow, in meantime, was acting on instinct alone and simply darted away further instead of actually trying to fight the evolved ghost type. It didn’t need to. Hence, it wouldn’t. That was how a good Murkrow survived. Plus, the mistress would be pleased to escape unharmed, even though it had to dodge some shards from ice being jabbed at it from behind. That was close, but it still had a lead. One that it would not just give up!


Laurence Anderson
- wormhole 2

“Ah, so being annoyed at being randomly suspected of some crime is now proof of the crime? Could you repeat that more clearly at the phone?” Honestly, what was that man thinking? That logic was almost insulting. He truly aught to die in a torrent of hellfire.

Once again, she scoffed at him then. “That’s just making you the worst of the worst. What is next? Are you going to beat up random strangers and accuse them of always having wanted to assault you if they fight you? That’s what’s wrong with all of you….argh!” Briefly, she stomped onto the ground. Lash had never gotten along with most figures of authority, but anything resembling police just made it worse. Those people, in her eyes, never took the world as it was, but rather how they wanted it to be.
And then they expected everyone else to conform to that. And, again, it did not matter that he was right. She could be innocent just as well and he would just as well do this. Heck, if she had seen a lot of customers in here she wouldn’t have gone in at all despite letting Murkrow do its thing. He’d just have picked on someone else. “Your name. Give it to me.” This time, she looked him straight in the eye, clearly having decided on a course of action by now.

Murkrow, in the meantime, was getting somewhat nervous about not being able to shake its pursuer. It was not going to let up, but flying at top speeds was tiring in the end. Semi-frantically, it looked around for an opportunity – and found one. A flock of other Murkrows picking up breadcrumbs in a park. That glint returned to its eyes and it dashed towards it brethren.


Laurence Anderson
- fire 1

Ohhh, how ominous. He even left a pause. Really, some people were just so…urgh. Did he have to be this melodramatic? If he tried to impress her, it definitely fell on deaf ears. If anything, she seemed annoyed.

Which did not improve when he brought down his metaphorical hammer. “Uh…huh…” she hence replied, unimpressed. “Do you expect me to praise you for that or something?” Her incredulousness was clearly deadpan as could be. The larger male did try to intimidate her, but it was a tad bit obvious that it was what he was trying to do.

“Anyway, since you are a head ranger, I can probably just look your name up anyway, since you don’t want to give it.” She shrugged, again, lackadaisically. “Though if you are so important, why are you here harassing random people?”

Speaking of harassment, Murkrow did just that to its brethren, crashing right into the murder of krows while the other disappeared. In the ensuing storm of feather and body, it fly away with the others, blending in effortlessly.