| On the corner of Cathedral Road a raven sat in a tree watching him. He knew it was Dorkus for two reasons. Firstly, he'd told Dorkus to stay there to keep an eye on Michael. Secondly, he was wearing a top hat, carrying a cane, and if Corvid's eyes were right, he now had spats over his feet.
"Cacaw," Dorkus said.
"Really?" Corvid replied, "we're back to cawing?"
"I thought it would be less suspicious in public."
"You do know you just said that carrying a cane and wearing a top hat and a pair of spats?"
Dylan Perry
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Daydreams and nightmares, the best and worst of humanity's imagination, delicately wrapped in flesh casings like hallucination sausage. Treat them with care.
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They're real. But how is that even possible? Gaia, Helios, AND Jehovah? ... Well, uh. Okay then. I guess it's true, what Hamlet said. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
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How can you describe such a diverse group of people? Arrogance and power and subservience and power with a side dash of holy crap. I met a Dreamspeaker once. I liked her. But from what I've heard of the Hermetics, they're kind of worrisome.
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I'm not sure what the difference is between these guys and the Mages with their fancy pants orders.
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Me? Reality deviant? Yeah. Okay. You are a part of what's wrong with the world. Freaking drones.
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Keep your teeth where they belong. Away from my neck. Man, I should really work on getting myself a Sliver of Helios, just in case.
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You are perhaps the most astoundingly arrogant race of Shifters I've ever met. No, sorry, second-most. Bastet are generally more arrogant than you. Still, you take the Most Likely to Commit Genocide award home with you. But we believe you're our best hope, if you can just pull yourselves together. We remember the old dances between wolf and raven. I'll carry on my ancestors' work, and I'll do my best by you all.
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- Ben: Please don't be crazy. Please don't be crazy. Please don't be crazy.
- Maya: She really, really needs to switch to decaf. I was getting the jitters just watching her.
- Martina: She's a Child of Gaia. A Theurge. She works for Americorps. She came from Los Angeles. She gave me a hamburger outside of Chicago, and I think I saved her life. She loves fish tacos best of all. I want to count all of the little freckles on her face like they are the stars in the sky. But if I told her that, she'd probably think I was a creep.
- Skylar: Her hair is captivating. Part of me wants to scream, "TASTE THE RAINBOW!" and then go lick it. But it probably doesn't taste like Skittles.
- Thandi: Built like a Mack truck, and probably about as strong. I don't want to piss her off anytime soon.
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Name: Rafe Corbin
Deed Name: Word on the Wing
Date of Hatching: March 21, 2011
Apparent Age: Late teens / Early twenties
Occupation: Stinker, Teacher, Scoundrel, Spy
Race: Corax
Breed: Corvid
Rank: Oviculum (1)
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