pterosaur: (💮To be living with the living?)
So I got this.

[Her head ducks out of view for a moment - s-chunk! - and there's the tip of her beak on screen. She's impaled the edge of the invite Rose left her on the sharp tip of her lower mandible and now shows it off, holding it still for long enough to let watchers read/recognize it. From the look of it, this isn't the first time she's picked it up by stabbing. There is no expression on the part of that huge face which is visible, wouldn't be even if the whole thing was visible, but she sounds amused.]

Rooftop, huh? Better hope it's reinforced. I should work on my landings. Loki could manage on something that size, but he's been doing this longer than me. [She repositions that head to the usual angle, where not much aside from one eye and one nostril are visible.]

...I can bring a dead fish. Probably should, actually. I have to eat a lot. And-

[She has no facial expression to change, but her translucent inner eyelid slides across to cover that eye, making it seem a little paler.]

Saint Nick... I'd like to be with Loki again. Maybe see the others, just to know -

[Her head moves, raised up out of view.] ...the hell?
pterosaur: (🎧Trail away your robes of sorrow)
[Above's been in an unhappy mood and doesn't really want to write. But she hasn't seen anyone else mention it, so...]

Go look at the Wilderness.
pterosaur: (💔Quickly lost)

[It is a memory crystal! As seen here. ...Pretend that it's less obvious how it's been rejiggered in Paint. And that text in the background? Totally what someone was writing on the other side of the page. ...In perfect double-spaced text. Yes.]

[Above's too macro to activate it accidentally. Her fingers are huge.]
pterosaur: (💔Quickly lost)
[Looks like Above's picked up an implement more suited to human hands.  Replies, again, will be with [info]dream_of_flesh .]
I have a stalker.

[LOL, thank you Tobu]

What should I name it?  It doesn't talk.  Just follows me around and looks at me like a dope.  It seems scared of some people, though.

And it's been six days and I'm still human.  If this keeps up... I'll need a job.

[ALSO: at some point, the Simon household will find that someone has left a box on the doorstep labeled "For Simon".  Inside there are five or six pierced moon shells on a knotted cord under a foot long.  Above has disguised her handwriting, but it's still in whatever implement she's using while human.  Hope he doesn't think it's creepy~!]
pterosaur: (💔Quickly lost)
[So, late in the morning the following words are reluctantly written though not on a post-it.  The letters are what you'd expect from someone using an ultra-thick marker on a larger-than-normal journal.  It's not quite the same as Above's usual handwriting, but it's markered and in modified all caps, all the same]

I can't fly.

[Replies, when they come, will be from [ profile] dream_of_flesh .]
pterosaur: (🌱And what have I left?)
The radio opened with the buzz of insects and a couple sets of mismatched footsteps.  One, clumsily bipedal.  The other, a limping quadruped.  Almost immediately there was the whap and crunch of an insect losing to a beak.

"You're disgusting."  The voice belonged to a girl of about thirteen or fourteen.  It had a sort of odd quality to it, and was overlaying a quieter series of grunts, squawks, and chirping noises, with clicks scattered about.

The next voice was Above's, overlaying more cawing and vaguely avian noises than she made these days.  "At least I don't drag vines around with me for miles and floss with them -"

"Maybe you should!"

The Teens Time Forgot, reunited. )

[Dinoverse, pages 204-206, slightly modified. The language geas may or may not do interesting things to 'Quetzalcoatlus', which is based on a god's name which means 'plumed serpent' or 'precious twin', depending. That telepathy may have (mostly) come through, but her responses still won't.  Because I find it funny.]
pterosaur: (💔Fey and sudden and unholy)
I think I like the windy days best.  More than I used to, anyway.  I'm getting better at landing in it, and my coat's grown out a little.  I only really feel the cold when I stop.

I tried landing near this one really old rundown building and ended up way up in the branches.  Some people use signs and padlocks, some people use noisy alarms, and some people set up teleportation, I guess.  It probably works better than locks and alarms.  I'd want that kind of security system too, if I had anything to protect.
pterosaur: (⬲And not be the first.)
[The writing’s in what looks like marker. She’s got a really fat marker in hand, but since her journal is larger than normal, the script looks like it’s written in a more standard-sized marker, and it’s only a little larger than average. The writing itself is somewhat clumsy and awkward. It would seem to be in all caps except that capital letters are definitely taller than the others.]

So yeah. I’m Above.  I think I had the wrong dream.

[There’s a pause and some blotches. Hard to tell if they’re false starts or pentaps.]

I don't suppose there are any more azhdarchid pterosaurs here?  If you are, you've been hiding very well.  ["azhdarchid" may translate as "dragon", "Pterosaur" may stay or turn into something like "winged finger lizard".]  Apple says I'm the first one he's seen.

This place is crazy.

[She can't think of anything else - she has no idea what she should say - so she puts her tag, the arrowlike shape from her dream.  It's not as symmetrical and crisp as this, but you get the idea.]


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