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[FOOD?? THE MAGIC WORDS.

As quickly as the offer is made, the panda releases travel form, a 7 foot gangling mess of werebear standing in its place.] Offering anything in particular mate?

[Really he's just happy about food.]

[Wow okay he was not expecting suddenly tall. Crow looks up... and up......]

Uh.

[What does he have in the kitchen right now anyway? Oh who's he kidding.]

I've got leftover soup in the fridge. Or I could cook noodles if you prefer that.

[Bears, man. Grinning continues even at the sound of (just) soup, though it falters a bit on noodles.]

...That take much time, mate? [He's never had those...]

[Weird reaction to noodles. Crow shrugs, before turning and opening the door, light from inside flooding out onto the street.]

Less than half an hour.

[It'd take even less time if he had instant noodles, but unfortunately those haven't been invented yet.]

Come on.

[The inside of Crow's apartment is sparse, to say the least. Other than the necessities, there isn't a lot in there to personalise the place and make it feel lived in, rather than a place to stay. If Crow wanted to leave, there would be very few belongings to pack.

But at least it's tidy.]

[SIGN HIM UP! It's a shame about the instant ones, but he follows rather eagerly, his tail swishing somewhat as he ducks under the door frame.] So this is where you went huh, [he finds himself muttering aloud.] Looks to me like you haven't been here too long either, huh.

A couple o' weeks, give or take.

[Food first, gift unwrapping later. Crow makes a bee-line for the kitchen, putting the boxed gift onto the table there. A pair of wooden chairs are tucked away by the table.

Crow rummages in the pantry for the noodles, pulling out a packet before going back to the stove and filling up a saucepan with water.]

You picky about the kinda meat you eat?

Huh! No wonder tracking down even your bike was a pain, [he mutters.] At least I know now...

Er...no preference really; I sort of go after whatever.

[...Not to mention his lawbringing route takes him through the soup kitchen. Sooooo...]

Good, 'cause I don't actually have any meat in the fridge.

[These days, Crow prefers to catch his fish fresh.

Crow turns on the heating element, adding a pinch of salt to the saucepan of water before ducking back to the fridge and pulling out a carton of eggs and a bunch of vegetables.]

So what's the deal with you being as old as the planet? Because if that's actually true, you uh. [The ridge above one of Crow's eyes rises] Aged really well.

If there's none there why ask though?

[That just feels misleading. BUT ANYWAY.]

That? Yeah, it's true-comes with being a god, mate, or even half of one.

I might've skipped a few centuries trying to get away from the other half though.

[So he knows what to have on hand next time!]

A god?

[Crow's regarding Loki warily, attention away from the stove while he waits for the water to boil. He's not even bothering to hide his misgivings.]

What kinda god we talking here?

The powerless kind?

[That is not what he was asking, Loki.] I said 'half' for a reason mate; the one I was half of gave everything he could to humanity, so they could control their destinies.

So if you ask me, I'd say the god of Chaos and Free Will.

[Well, Crow can get behind Free Will.]

Thanks, I guess.

[Crow extends one of his claws, using it to puncture the packet of noodles before pulling it apart.]

How's it feel? Being brought down to our level.

[He simply shrugs, to both statements it seems.] Well, I'll be honest, I couldn't do a whole lot before; the thing about purgatory is it's an inbetween realm right? So where I lived, much as I could see others, I couldn't actually talk to them. Or even really talk to someone. Unless you figure angels on the prowl are more than shit for company! [he snorts, grinning briefly before he shrugs again.]

Anyway...eating is new! So's sleeping, and both were pretty great if you ask me!

So much as 'reincarnating' myself to be human back home didn't work out, I sort of got there in the end!~

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[Hell if he knows a thing about purgatory, what the heck's that!?!? Aren't angels supposed to be good guys? Then again hanging around dudes who're always good sounds like a drag.]

Huh. Sounds uh. Complicated. And different. Sucks about purgatory.

[Is the water hot enough yet? No, but also he should stop slacking with the cooking. Crow moves to put oil on a frypan, also turning up the heat on the heating element, before putting the vegetables in a bowl and washing them.]

So now that you can talk with people, you made other friends? Besides that banana head, Yugo.

Different worlds right? The way I see it, it's about as complicated as when 'that banana head' was explaining his shit.

[He saw the resemblance too, needless to say. He leans back a bit in his seat, watching Crow while he answers.] Of course! There's a few here-I actually live with one of them right now, she's great!

Don't ever lie to her though, she'll probably kill you. [Orrrrr just pummel you.]

[Crow flicks a little water onto the frypan to test the heat -- yep, looks good -- before cracking an egg onto it.]

What? That sounds way too extreme!

[Water boiling? Time to pull the noodles from the packet and dunk them in water.]

Well she takes it seriously enough that I wouldn't be surprised if she did; I tried to keep from telling her about a fight I got killed off in, and she took it as lying by omission...I was about sure I was going to die again!

[......that might not be the only reason she was mad then.]

[Crow jabs a finger in Loki's direction while he fishes out a pair of chopsticks and jabs the block of noodles in the water.]

Okay, getting mad over something like that? That, I get.

[Unfortunately, they're not really close enough for Crow to get mad about it. And from the sounds of it, the death happened a while ago. Crow adds the vegetables to the pot, making a disapproving sound at the back of his throat before asking--]

Who's this girl anyway?

Well she's gotten mad over less when it comes to lying-!

[Don't take her side man-!!] And anyway, it's not like I expected the one being attacked to turn on me after I pulled someone off of them!

[He heard that sound of disapproval, and he wants his two cents in there man- Anyway.]

Feebs-er, Flame Princess, rather. Sometimes goes by 'Phoebe'. She used to be made of fire!

Damn. Talk about ungrateful.

[Goes to show what kind of place this is, compared to NDC and Satellite. Time to flip the egg, though.

Made of...? What.]

That sounds real inconvenient. How did she get anything done without setting everything on fire?

[He'll just shrug-best not to tempt fate with further comments against the name.]

Well, best I can tell, everything else was made of either rock or fire already.

I figure it comes with being called Princess of it all.

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