girl, you made the right mistake

[hairpine]

[Hello London, it's been a while. Valentine's Day approaches at a breakneck speed. Do you know where your children are?

One Michielaine can actually just be found at her usual cafe, working diligently at her homework. Sorta. Kinda. As diligently as she ever does, I mean.

But on the other side of town, making her way through the back alleyways, is a young lady who some may recognize as Margaret. Whether this is for the best or not is sort of up in the air, considering she is, for some reason or another, covered in blood. But she goes through the alleys at a leisurely pace -- less concerned with getting caught and more with scaring someone.

Not that she's all that concerned with that either.

Alternately, there's just some redheaded gent leaving a local bookstore with a rather large stack. All the titles are obscured.]

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[presages]

[She is, amusingly enough, a magpie -- the slowness, mentally and physically, is just an affectation.

Or she's thinking so fast it impedes her ability to actually talk and act like a normal person. You choose!]

They're presents . . . the humans like them. Hearts . . .

. . . they're affectionate . . . and these humans are nice.

. . . To me. So . . .

. . . But I only need the hearts. You can eat the rest.

[birdenesque]

[A magpie and an Old One walk into a bar... But either way, Yulia's energy may as well be contagious. Just wait Margaret, she'll turn you into a spastic firecracker soon enough.]

Yes! I need to get one for my friend. But wasting bodies is wrong! Throwing out food is a sin! So I'll take them. Okay? Okay?!

[Bounce bounce bounce where are they where are they she will sprint the moment she points a direction.]

[presages]

Okay.

[POINTING IN A DIRECTION!!]

I left them in a row over there . . .

[birdenesque]

[For a brief moment, the world turns black. A deep, bottomless abyss of midnight and terror, with a gust of wind and a brush of acid ghosting along your skin like feathers.

But it's gone right after that split second, when turning around shows a Russian girl sprinting at where Margaret pointed. It is still an impressive feat in stiletto boots.

She'll know exactly when she's found them, because there's a joyous shriek echoing through the alleys.]

[presages]

[Like she said, they're organized very neatly -- side-by-side on their backs in a row, clothes all carefully arranged so as not to look disturbed. A quick glance would make you assume they were sleeping!

If their ribcages weren't cracked and spread wide-open. There's the single flaw. Who could sleep covered in all that tomato juice? From the opposite end of the alleyways as Yulia, she might be able to hear a husky sort of voice;]

... You're welcome!

[birdenesque]

[It's a strange sight. A girl with such wonderful dress sense and a pleasant outlook on the world, now hunched over one of the corpses in a crouch, and immediately working at ripping off clothes and skin with nails alone, then peeling off long strips of muscle.

She gets a bright smile while bites a chunk from his forearm and a bright wave. There is a muffled noise of 'completely untranslatable nonsense' before she remembers manners and stops devouring a corpse.]

Thaaank youuu~! [It sounds like a songbird's tune, with the way the words roll.] You should join me! Birds of a feather, da?

[Chomp :T]

[presages]

I've eaten already!

[Whether Yulia's cheerfulness is infectious or talking to what she assumes to be some other kind of bird just got her spirits up is left ambiguous, but there is definitely more life in her tone. That was an exclamation mark.]

Thank you for disposing of my bodies. Can I call for you next time?

[birdenesque]

Awwwww... [Eating with friends is the best though! D: D: D:

But the sister showed feels so that can be the new best! :D :D :D

She gets a bright smile again just as quickly as it fell to sad.] Of course! Ooh ooh! You can come over for dinner sometime! I live with another one!

[Margaret, you have two bird friends now, this is awesome.]

[presages]

[omg

Her face just lights up]

Thank you! I think I will.

[birdenesque]

[Eeeeee she's happy! Wringing her hands a bit more to burn more of her restless energy. While holding someone's bicep, this is terribly disgusting.]

Visitors! Aaaa~h~! I'll need to cleaaan! And cook dinner! Aaa~h these bodies are perfect! I can freeze some for later!

[Her treatment of the bodies is now a lot more focused and neat. Must make good food for visitorrrrr!

And someday they'll both realize neither knows where the other lives.]

[presages]

-- Is tomorrow all right? I can come visit tomorrow. I can bring snacks!

[birdenesque]

Yes yes! I can introduce you to Steve! Ah, it'll be wonderful~! Is there any part you like best? New comrades need fitting welcomes!

[presages]

The liver is my favorite.

[.......... Wait.]

Oh.

My name is Margaret. It's nice to meet you.

[birdenesque]

I'll save them! Def~in~ite~ly~!

[...........Oh. Names.]

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm~ [Unlike Margarets, hers is melodic and slowly, but gently, driving you to madness.] ...Hard to pronounce! Call me Yulia.

[presages]

Oh. That's a pretty name.

[birdenesque]

Thank you! I picked it because I thought so too.

[Sparkle~]

[presages]

Margaret is the name I was born with. It's not difficult to pronounce, so I don't feel any need to pick another one.

[birdenesque]

Margaret and Yulia and Stephen! Wonderful friends now! Your name is pretty, too!

[presages]

Thank you. I like it.

Is that "Steve"?

[birdenesque]

Yes! For full name he picked was 'Stephen'! He thinks he's dentist. Very silly Petrov.

[With her accent, it's hard to tell if that's 'petrov' or 'petrel'. A bit more thought means subtle puns excellent.]

[presages]

Procellariiformes...

[Wait. Birds. Yes.]

Oh -- haha.

Does he like them?

[Human teeth, she means. It is not actually unclear on purpose, she just forgot to specify.]

[birdenesque]

Mhm! Pterodroma hypoleuca!

[Her accent mostly mauls the d's and c's, but it's mostly translatable.

And Yulia tilts her head, and immediately thinks 'people'. And smiles.]

He likes more than I do.

[presages]

[Bonin Petrel. Well, ok. She nods her head slightly, comprehending. It looks a little like a bobblehead. It's hilarious.]

Omnivorous teeth are interesting.

[....... Wait. Sounding a mite troubled;]

I didn't remove them... does he want them?

[birdenesque]

Hmmmmmm~ [Thinking and chewing on her lip as she moves onto chest muscles.] Don't know! Give them anyway! He'll love gifts.

[presages]

[Well.






Dentists like teeth, right? She was a doctor, she liked body parts. Dentists must like teeth.]

Then they're a gift. A thank you present...?