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Sand stares back at the bird but he honestly can’t see anything in the other’s eyes. Is there even anyone who can read a bird’s eyes? He doesn’t think so or at least he hasn’t met them.

Though with the bird being able to speak can help a bit.

“Unlike you I can’t fly, i’m not light enough.“ He can find a memory when he tried to fly when he was young and fell onto the ground no matter how many times he tried. Hes just too heavy, like his bones aren’t made right for flying.

“Besides the only one who might feel trapped is you, can you even get out?“ Sand doesn’t believe the bird can, but its not like he would really lock up a bird in his own shop. As long as the orange crow doesn’t mess with his fish he wouldn’t really care.

     That’s no fun. Our grand feathered jerk does the crow equivalent of an annoyed sigh, a quiet chitter, and begins to walk back and forth along where he’s able without taking off again. He could, Davesprite supposes, begin to harass and eat the fish, but something about eating a living creature has him feeling a little disgusted with the idea.

     Nah, that’s not his bag. He’s domesticated -- bird seed over fish flesh any day, please. 

     Exhausting all his other options just leaves him with communicating with the shopkeeper, the fisherman, though if they’re not going to play along with his stupid games, what’s the point? Davesprite turns to face them regardless, beady little bird eyes displaying no emotion.

     “Look, dude, I can come and go as I want,” he says, dropping the act. “A soda can could pick your lock. Shit’s simple to get in and out, you don’t gotta be a regular Houdini for it.”

@corvuschronos

There was a bird in his store, a bright orange bird that someone must have let in as a joke since birds can’t open doors. Right? He guessed he didn’t have any signs for ‘no birds’.

“Uh, please don’t fly inside my store.“ Sand would always speak to animals since often enough some of them could be Youkai but he wasn’t sure about if this Bird was one or not. They just seemed like a bright orange crow that might try and get into his many fish tanks. Though it might be easier for said crow to peck at the few dead today fish that were being sold more as bait rather than to eat. 

Sometimes you just have to do something because you think it’ll be fun, and sometimes fun is getting inside a store, someone’s livelihood, and messing it all up. Crows are scavengers, so a fish should be right up our good bird’s alley, but Davesprite isn’t hungry this time.

So, in other words, he’s just living out his best life as a rude jerk. The plea from the shopkeeper draws his attention, bringing his reign of terror to a pause. He eyes the other, almost inviting a staring contest. If birds could grin (they can’t), he’d be wearing a shiteating one right about now.

     NOT MUCH SURPRISES HER – she’s grown accustomed to the less human side of things on the island as she’s taken to standing up for them, taking actions in place of words that people tended to sweetly speak but changed nothing.

       now, the voice from nowhere isn’t what surprises her – catches her off guard, yes – standing in the darkness with only her spray paint && green skull patterned body glowing as the only light. 

       then orange. that’s what surprises her – a bird – yet it doesn’t show on her face nor in her voice as she easily quips back.

      ❝ well, polly should ask nicely then. what could you want in a dark alley, pájarito? ❞

     Pájarito -- like parakeet. Not an explicit insult, but a phrase he doesn’t take to entirely well. Infantilizing him just seems to be a trait every single human has, but the crow quells his irritation without the need to lay his feathers flat. Instead of cawing obnoxiously, he cocks his head, playing the part of a true dumb animal.

     A brief flap of wings sends him coasting from his perch, landing just out of arm’s reach of the much larger person. Again, he tilts.

     “Only hacker-criminals allowed in the dank dark?” he says, the very much human accent returning to his voice. It’s almost... Texan. “Here I thought your group wanted rights for non-humans. Am I wrong?”

     Interesting people are in no short supply in a place like Isola. Human needs to categorize and separate the wards have no bearing on a bird like Davesprite, which is just the long worded way to say he’s lost. The crow spends no time hopping around on the ground like an imbecile, preferring to spend his time flying around and out of sight of most people.

     Gang leaders with knowledge derived of cool hacking skills, for example, are pretty damn high on omniscient crows list of interesting people. So down he goes, into the dark alleys where the only light is fluorescent paint and the soft, barely noticeable orange of his own feathers. Here, in the dark, a quiet corvid finds what he’s searching for; not food, for once, but someone capable of a coherent thought.

     Being an omniscient crow comes with a few perks, but mostly just ends up meaning he doesn’t interact with people. It usually means being entirely bored of most social interactions; crows avoid him anyway, and he’s generally too abrasive for most people’s standards of how animals should behave -- which is beneath them. People tend to like animals that are cute and sweet, and not ones that are frustrated with them for whatever reason.

     On the other hand, kids are generally innocent from most human crimes. They don’t know better, and they’re also far more likely to let Davesprite get a little nibble of whatever they’ve got. One such child looks like an easy enough mark -- one orange asshole lands at their feet, cocking his head slightly.

the orange crow is back at it again and all david’s got is his damn croissant. which he knows he’ll get stolen with a high percentage if he dared looking away from so he’s just gonna snap it in half and offer it as a bargain of peace towards the feathery assholecreature. “ there we go. maybe knock the window next time, i know you can do it. ” time to lean against the wall and sigh ( not with a crow accent, unfortunately ; sometimes you just can’t have nice things ).

     Does he dare? Does Davesprite dare to dream? Does he dare to stare down the other Davidhuman and launch into a long tirade about how you really shouldn’t feed birds bread, as it provides little nutritional value, and he should really be out here offering omnipotent birds some frozen peas. Orange asshole crows fucking love frozen peas.

     He’ll do the first thing, staring down the Davidhuman until he relents and gingerly takes the half-croissant. Scavengers can’t be choosers.

Davesprite: thanks Davesprite: dont patronize me though Davesprite: ive got bird flu im not afraid to weaponize it

> The hunt for sustenance goes poorly. If birds could sigh, he would, and thankfully he can sigh, so that’s a thing he does.

> With a human accent, of course.

DAVESPRITE: caw

VRISKA: I think it’s safe to say you’re no sane person. VRISKA: You can’t 8e one when you’re 8asically just a floating 8ird 8rain. You’re game mechanics. Are you even really real? VRISKA: That’s not even going into sentience and game 8ullshit. We really all just presumed you were dead. And 8y we I mean me.

she eyes him apprehensively before she rolls her shoulders back and assumes a more confident position.

VRISKA: Say, have you talked to Terezi? VRISKA: Do you even know Terezi?

> Yeah, this is about what he expected. Cool. Rad. Davesprite loves to have his entire existence invalidated.

> And by that he means this is nothing he hasn’t heard before, so he’ll just leave those remarks right where Vriska’s thrown them. At him. They’re jumbling inside him, making a mess of the place.

> The spritemanity!

⚙ – every word that leaves these luscious lips is the dave gospel truth ⚙ – ive never told a lie in my life ⚙ – im basically blonde jesus

⚙ – man you cant leave me hanging like that what the fuck did he say ⚙ – was it something to do with your sexuality again ⚙ – dude loves bringing that shit up every four seconds

TG: cant argue with that TG: now we just gotta stick you up like jesus too TG: are you ready for your stigmata 

    Your name is DAVESPRITE, and you are a strange, omniscient crow -- not the omniscient part, but just the fact that you’re BRIGHT ORANGE seems to throw everyone off. You know nothing of video games or evil dogs and, frankly, just want some damn birdseed.

⚙ – no pulp here ⚙ – striders are a pulp free zone unlike the all pulp pulp only harley juice house

⚙ – how fucking foamy does it feel inside or was that the universes most insensitive question to ever be fucking asked out loud

TG: “I’m not gonna ask how you figured that out.” TG: “Just gonna take that as the Dave’s Gospel Truth.”

@corvuschronos

Now Euden didn’t normally question too many things since coming to this city. From the large amount of technology he didn’t know to some of the more odd people but…

this? feathered brightly orange person? was stuck halfway though a wall and Euden didn’t know what to make of it other than wonder if they were stuck, and if not was it a skill that they could teach? Well it didn’t hurt to ask.

“So, how are you doing that? and can you teach others how to or is it just a thing for you?“ Euden asks the question before he even says his own name, but he recovers from not saying a greeting first by, “Oh yeah! I’m Euden.“

>     He’s not often caught off-guard, but when he is, Davesprite squawks.

     It’s an unfortunate part of his prototyping; some call it charming, but most of the time the unintentional bird noises are but a nuisance to our beloved knight of timely birds. The end result: he shimmies out of the wall and turns to face the guy deciding to pester him.

     Is everyone here this loud? Doesn’t matter -- as a sprite and a guide, he’s obligated to offer some answer to Euden’s questions.

TG: “I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve done it.” TG: “Seeing as you’re asking me, I’ll go ahead and assume it’s a me thing.” TG: “Thought maybe other people had bullshit powers of ghostly nature too, but obviously that’s not the case.”

     The two bright orange wings behind him twitch, and a similarly colored feather flutters to the ground. It soon deletes itself from existence, but not before being cluttered with artifacts.