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[pterosaur]

[This is pretty close to how I imagine Above's writing is like. Messy, thick-marker stuff, but legible. Though she can fit more letters per line.]

[There's a blot on the paper. She wants to thank the people who watched her glass cocoon, but... Anyway.]

So anyone heard of a nothlit before?  And

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Re: call it a slowlog?

[feathered-earth.livejournal.com]

Hi there.

[She uncoils the rope, getting ready to fashion a sling like she did when she gave lent Above the space heater.]

Something you've got with you, or in another part of the Tree?

[She's not sure where Above would carry something she had to show Krile but... maybe she has a pouch somewhere? Krile doesn't know too much about pterosaur physiology.]

Re: call it a slowlog?

[azhdarchidae.livejournal.com]

Part of the Tree - one of the islands, really.

[Above looks piercingly at Krile, first out of one eye, then the other. It's not a look she gives often. Then she shrugs, a motion of her head that ripples down her neck.]

Maybe two islands.

Re: call it a slowlog?

[feathered-earth.livejournal.com]

Really? Did you find something new? I still haven't seen everywhere, even with how long I've been here.

[She starts fashioning the rope sling around Above's neck... in retrospect, maybe she should have just brought her broomstick.]

'Scuse me.

Re: call it a slowlog?

[azhdarchidae.livejournal.com]

One is new, and it won't be there long. The other? I don't know.

[Above sits it out patiently, and then goes for the edge.]

You know the drill.

Re: call it a slowlog?

[feathered-earth.livejournal.com]

You know, you're pretty good at being cryptic when you want to be. [But Krile's grinning as she says that, and just wraps her arm around Above's neck once she's set in the rope sling.]

All set!

Re: call it a slowlog?

[azhdarchidae.livejournal.com]

Yeah, just call me Secret Agent Quetz. [Above waited a moment, and then pushed off the edge, not diving into the mist this time, but making for the theater island.]

[On the way, a little giddy from flight - she hoped she would never get tired of it - she sang a couple bars, accompanied by nonexistent guitars.]

Secret- ag~ent Quetz! Secret- ag~ent Quetz! They've given you a number, and they've taken 'way your name.

Re: call it a slowlog?

[feathered-earth.livejournal.com]

[Krile can't help but laugh. Strangely, the invisible guitar accompaniment doesn't faze her. Either she's too caught up in the joy of flight, or... it just doesn't seem strange to her.]

Of course! Where would a good secret agent be without her themesong? But you'll need a disguise. Glasses and a mustache, that'll do it.

[She says this while craning her neck to see what direction they're going in... oh, now there's an island she hasn't been. Above's been exploring, it seems.]

Re: call it a slowlog?

[azhdarchidae.livejournal.com]

Ah, be careful what you say~ You'll give yourself away~ and then you won't live to see tomorrow.

Good start! But I'm a little distinctive, so I'd need a trench coat, too. Maybe a latex mask.

Okay. Look down. Pay attention.

[The island is partly covered by asphalt, with the painted pattern of parking spaces. On top of that, though, is an abstract tangle of lines in dark purple and red and orange, forming a chaotic pattern which covers pretty nearly the whole thing.]

[It's inelegant, but there's a charm to it. Here and there a pattern like her tag is repeated.]

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Re: call it a slowlog?

[feathered-earth.livejournal.com]

Hm, I bet the tailor would have a lot of fun sewing a trenchcoat that'd fit you!

[She twists slightly to look down at the island, and her eyes go wide. Krile doesn't know much about art, and so the 'graffiti' on the island looks random to her.

And she's never seen this place up-close before, either. It looks like someone picked up part of one of the modern cities like Hollywood or Tokyo and plunked it down here.

But she tries to focus on the paint job... is this something Above just found? Wait, there's some kind of pattern.]

I think I can see that... that symbol you sign in the journal sometimes. Did the Sphere do this?

[That would be pretty creepy if it did. But initially she has a hard time thinking of Above with a paintbrush, until she remembers--kind of a duh moment--that she writes in the journals.]

Re: call it a slowlog?

[azhdarchidae.livejournal.com]

Nah, they'd just need to get clever with a tent.

[Above banks over it.]

The yellow squares, yeah, and the blacktop. The rest was me.

Re: call it a slowlog?

[feathered-earth.livejournal.com]

[Krile's eyes widen as Above confirms that the paint is her own work.]

Really? Gosh! [She sounds genuinely impressed.] Where'd you get all the paint--how long did this take you to do? And how'd you do it?

Re: call it a slowlog?

[azhdarchidae.livejournal.com]

[Said teasingly, mock-serious.] I can't give away all my secrets! That would be telling!

But it's mostly mashed fruit stuff. It's growing everywhere! I was inspired.

Re: call it a slowlog?

[feathered-earth.livejournal.com]

[She giggles.] Oh, right! Secret Agent Quetz's confidential painting techniques.

You really used the fruit, though? Wow! I know it's colorful, but I had no idea it could be used for this kind of thing.

Re: call it a slowlog?

[azhdarchidae.livejournal.com]

Ancient ones, passed down by my foremothers, taught in secret firelight ceremonies... or something.

There's other stuff in it too. Filler. A little sawdust - you can see some of it there in the circles. [Possibly she can't - in daylight, Above's vision is somewhat better than a human's, though not astoundingly so.]

It was fun. I don't think I'll ever get that much to work with again.