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[Lo'campo]

A quick flip and transformation put the naked woman next to him ready to assist. His leg was trapped and being threatened by splinters to enter his body. He tried pushing up only to learn that it would only bring him pain. The woman in an attempt to rescue him began pulling at the rotted board, chipping away at the old pieces until there was a hole big enough for him to pull himself out of. He could only imagine the look on the face of the owner. A big blue leg protruding through their ceiling as chunks of wood come raining down inside their home. It was quite humorous to think about.

Giving himself a boost up, he pulled his leg free from its trap. Standing up he gave his leg a quick rub to soothe it. "I guess that I should really work on those landings eh?" He joked. It really wasn't funny, he could have fallen completely through and that would have been another situation on his hands. "My name is Lo'campo by the way" He felt to inform her seeing that she told him her name. It only seemed fair. He did a quick look around to gather his surroundings. She was right, things did look different from this perspective. Everything looked more flat.

He looked to his mentor for instruction. The sun was warm against his back. It felt good. He would have to run naked with her again when they both have no responsibilities to tend to. Things would have been a lot easier if he knew how to fly. If he could somehow sprout winds and move about the air as she did. But he didn't have any knowledge of said feat, so he was stuck, reduced to jumping buildings and risking falling between them to the hard ground below.

[Lo'campo]

A quick flip and transformation put the naked woman next to him ready to assist. His leg was trapped and being threatened by splinters to enter his body. He tried pushing up only to learn that it would only bring him pain. The woman in an attempt to rescue him began pulling at the rotted board, chipping away at the old pieces until there was a hole big enough for him to pull himself out of. He could only imagine the look on the face of the owner. A big blue leg protruding through their ceiling as chunks of wood come raining down inside their home. It was quite humorous to think about.

Giving himself a boost up, he pulled his leg free from its trap. Standing up he gave his leg a quick rub to soothe it. "I guess that I should really work on those landings eh?" He joked. It really wasn't funny, he could have fallen completely through and that would have been another situation on his hands. "My name is Lo'campo by the way" He felt to inform her seeing that she told him her name. It only seemed fair. He did a quick look around to gather his surroundings. She was right, things did look different from this perspective. Everything looked more flat.

He looked to his mentor for instruction. The sun was warm against his back. It felt good. He would have to run naked with her again when they both have no responsibilities to tend to. Things would have been a lot easier if he knew how to fly. If he could somehow sprout winds and move about the air as she did. But he didn't have any knowledge of said feat, so he was stuck, reduced to jumping buildings and risking falling between them to the hard ground below.

[Fiachra]

6 Spring - 516 AV - Sunberth

"It is a good name."

She assured him after trying it out in the silence of her own head a few times. It was a very round sounding came. Her own name, or the part of it that she used regularly was quick and harsh. Not that she thought this was a bad thing. It was easy to say as a Raven after all.

To her relief he did not insist on returning to the ground as she had thought he might. She rather liked this Lo'Campo, she decided. He'd treated her as a person, he did not fuss about the things she did which were apparently wrong and not what was done, whatever that meant, and he was game to go and do things. Plus he wasn't hard to look at.

"Okay, again, but.. I will still show you where to land, where on the roofs is safe, but see? This bit where you landed is darker? It is rotting, too much water. Maybe ice during the winter. Darker is bad. Lighter and bubbly is also bad. Rotting but.. Different sort of rot, like a dry sponge."

How was 'Chra knowledgeable on any sort of wood rot? Well she wasn't from an architectural point of view. She was from a what wood can I tear apart with my beak to check for tasty bugs angle.

"You watch while we go. That way you can start learning safe from not-safe for when you are up here and I am not here."

She honestly felt a little bit bad flying, which came so naturally to her, while she made him jump.

"I would jump with you but,"

She moved to stand directly beside him, her hip pressing against his mid-thigh.

"short legs. I cannot jump far enough long-wise. Ready?"

Against all expectation she actually waited this time to see if he was. Given the go ahead, she'd do the same as before, fly across a solid section of the roof they were on, across the gap to the next building, briefly touching down on a safe bit and wait to see if he was successful. They really did not have that far to go and probably had she been willing to put pants back on and walk they would have been halfway there already. She still thought this was a useful skill to have though.

[Lo'campo]

He listened as he looked his leg over to make sure that it was clear of any bruises or injuries and still able to support him. He gave her his full undivided attention to catch the last piece of what she was saying. "Really dark wood, bad. Really light wood, also bad. Got it." He was surprised at how much a person would have to know when drawing maps. He would think that it would only be about tracing on'es steps and drawing them as they went.

Nodding his head signalling that he was ready, he watched as she transformed into the majestic animal once more and flew to the next rooftop. This one was slightly higher than the one that he was currently standing on meaning that he would have to jump more upward than forward to clear the gap. Taking a few step back as before he pushed off running across the short roof before launching off at its edge. if he didn't have long legs he would have came up pretty short and would have been on the ground below, but luckily for him he didn't. His foot caught the edge of the roof to which he proceeded to lift himself up coming to a slow trot before stopping next to the bird.

The view was magnificent from atop of the city. It was a striaght view in each direction. There were no trees or buildings or people blocking the way. He could imagine that being able to turn into a bird had its benefits. He prayed to Krysus that one day he'd be granted the ability to fly. Not only to see the world from above, but also to rain terror and pain unto his victims. To make the skies rain with blood and severed parts. A bittersweet beauty. "So what's next?" He looked down at the bird awaiting an answer. He was enjoying himself so far, but he really wanted to learn the skill of map making. Though he wasn't in any rush to go back to the ground or to put on any clothing. It was something about being nude in the warm sun that filled him with a feeling of joy and contentment.

[Fiachra]

6 Spring - 516 AV - Sunberth

Watching, she saw him make the leap, landing safely. Good! She briefly, and carefully! talons!, alighted on his shoulder whirring in approval, rubbing her beak against his cheek before leaping back into the air.

"Kkkrrr-follow!"

Clearly understandable, but still a voice coming from the throat of a bird rather than a human. This building was not bad, but she had one in particular in mind. She led the way, taking him over several rooftops until she stopped. Across from the roof they stood on was the Drunken Fish. It was notable largely because it was one of the very few three story buildings in Sunberth. Most failed to rise above one storey. That was where she wanted him, on that roof. Her planning fell rather short here however. She wasn't sure how to get him up there. Even for someone as athletic as Lo'Campo, jumping from a first story roof to a third was not going to happen.

She paced along the edge of the roof, strutting as Ravens did, eyeing the tavern across from them. Well, perhaps he would have ideas.

"Want there."

She gestured up towards the Fish's roof with her beak.

"See much."

She could speak as a Raven, but it was harder, so she generally kept her statements short. As much as she was burning energy with all these switches, could feel a pit growing in her stomach, she changed again.

"I cannot give you wings, but from there, you would see much as I do. Cannot jump, too high even for you. Could just walk in. Usually clothes there but, I think they would have to be very brave to challenge you and often if you do a thing, no hesitation, takes too long for folks to understand that you are really doing it for them to act."

She knew where that roof too was weak. From inside the building she was sure she could get him to the roof, but he might not want to stroll through an entire Tavern naked. He had not shied away from anything so far, but they were on the roofs, almost another world, removed from everything that happened below on the ground.

[Lo'campo]

She looked to be very tired. He wondered if she was alright. He was sure that they could go down into the tavern and grab a bit to eat. Then again they both were naked and he was sure that it wouldn't sit well with the owners to have people in the nude in their establishment. He listened though as she spoke about the building being too high and that he may indeed need to return back to the ground and enter it to reach where she was.

A sigh as he learned that her statement was correct. I he were to run and jump, his hands would come up short. Even worse he'd smack clean against the wall and call to his impending doom. So there was a pause on all the fun they were having given that he would first need to find a way down and secondly attain clothing to walk around in until he return to the playground up above. He sat upon the edge of the building looking down below for a safe spot to land. He didn't want to have a repeat of what happened on the last roof only this was hard ground and instead of going through it his legs may break from an incorrect landing.

There was a high stack of barrels looking about 4 deep that were further down the building. That was his mark. In a combination of shifting and scooting he eventually made it down to where he wanted to be. He eyed the barrels trying to get a good aim so he would not miss. He was tall, the barrels were tall so there would be little space between them. Or at least he thought. He started with one leg letting it dangle freely over the side of the building then the next, followed by his bottom half before gravity took over and brought him down into the barrels in a heap. Luckily for him they were there to break his fall or his soreness could have been worse.

Laying nude and in the ally, he surprisingly took his time getting back up. Being so used to his new skin so to say, it was almost like being clothed. That's were the real problem came in. He was too large to rob someone of their clothing unless they were Akalak or a really big person, and seeing that no one in sunberth was well fed, he really didn't have a choice in the matter of finding something to cover up with. There were people that passed in the street ahead going about their lives in what ever manner as the nude blue man stood in the small gap sticking out like a sore thumb. Thinking on his feet, he quickly snatched a barrel. Punching out the top and bottom to it and slipping his body into one. It didn't cover much, but it did hide the important things at least.

Though he tried to be as inconspicuous as possible and go unnoticed, it proved to be very difficult. Especially when the sound of wood on wood boomed through the establishment gaining him the eyes of just about everyone in the room. He continued to walk though as if things were perfectly normal and he wasn't naked strolling through a place with the only thing saving the innocence of most people in the room was a barrel. "Ehh how may we help you...sir? A man who he guessed was the owner or someone of importance to the establishment asked. Lo'campo simply gave a nod of his head upstairs and a smile. "I'm in no need of assistance, I'm simply passing by. I'm learning to draw maps." His answer gained him more curious and confused eyes. He was sure that they thought that he was on some form of something. This is what the bird lady must have felt like now that he thought of it.

The walk across the room seemed like miles, though he finally made it to the stairs to which he dropped the barrel and high kneed it to the top floor leaving the cylinder to roll back down to the bottom floor to leave the people there with an image in mind. The top floor was small, not in size for it was a wide room, but as in height as the roof was a low one and he had to downright duck just to enter it. He looked up at the ceiling trying to map out where she would be standing . He gave a few loud knocks on the ceiling to let her know that he was there.

[Fiachra]

6 Spring - 516 AV - Sunberth

Lo'Campo considered this for a few moments, and then he was off. For the beginning of his stroll, 'Chra shadowed him from the air, fairly impressed with his ingenuity in the matter of the barrel. As someone who'd also had to find makeshift coverings for the sake of others sensibilities, she could honestly say that a barrel had no occurred to her. But then she probably wouldn't have been able to knock the bottom out. She thought about following him into the Drunken Fish, but was a bit hesitant too after last time. What if the One-Eyed man was in there? Sure she'd gotten the best of him last time, but that didn't mean she was itching for a follow-up fight.

Besides, Lo'Campo was forging on ahead with no hesitation, she'd presented him with the problem, he'd found a solution. He wasn't waiting around for her instructions. So she made for the roof instead. Ah, there it was! One section of the roof had taken more damage then the rest over the winter. Likely ice had been allowed to build up. As she considered the roof, trying to decide whether or not she should try and pry it up herself, she heard knocking, and felt the vibrations in her talons.

Head cocking slightly, she called out to him. Raven sounds carried better than human speech as far as she was concerned. Just to be safe, while she continued to kwork down at him at regular intervals, she also set to work with her beak, tearing out chunks of rotten wood with quick movements. It wasn't fun, and she'd not like to keep it up for any length of time, she wasn't a woodpecker. Really though she just needed the slight shower of dust and splinters to show precisely where she was to her new companion. She was ready to move out of the way once he found the correct spot, as given his actions so far he'd probably be through and up in a dramatic and immediate fashion.

She was a little bit anxious for him to be up and 'safe'. While a very good vantage point the Drunken Fish itself had been classified in her mind as dangerous. Intellectually sure that he was more than capable, strong and intimidating, on an instinctual level she still didn't like him being in there. Especially alone. Perhaps she should have been braver and gone in with him.

Plus once he was up she could actually start showing him how to map. It was at about this time that it half occurred to her, bubbling up in her mind before being ignored, that she'd put him through rather a lot and not actually gotten to the bits that most people would relate to cartography. Well. It had been important. And fun. And she'd show him now. So that was probably fine.

[Lo'campo]

He waited and listened as he heard her talons rapping against the roof. Though it was a good idea for him to go through the building to get to his destination, neither of them actually thought out how he was going to reach the top of the building from the inside. It was little to worry over though, he was sure with his strength and the weak wood he could get through it without any issues.

He kept quiet and listened. Trying to zone out the bustling noises from back downstairs where the tavern was beginning to liven up. There was a faint tapping, rhythmic in pattern signalling that it was the soft spot in the wood. He wiggled around the tiny room positioning himself for a decent strike. He felt the wood first. It was rough, splinters threatened his hand. It was also dry and surprisingly light. He gave a knock first, the same rhythmic pattern that she used before clenching his fist and giving a hard punch through the wood breaking it into small pieces that scattered.

It was a good strike. Straight through to the other side as sunlight began to flood over the Akalak. It was a good hole, but not big enough for his massive size. Placing his palms upon another plank, he wedged himself between it and the floorboard before pushing upwards against the loose piece of wood. There was resistance at first, but given time it finally gave way and created a hole big enough for the blue giant. It felt good to stand straight up as he poked his silver covered head out of the large hole with hopes of finding his little birdie safe and unharmed. Honestly he was looking for a reason to go back downstairs and square off with the commoners, but he had work to do. Pulling himself up and through he stood erect ready for his next part of the lesson.