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[Backdated to day 342.]

There isn't a face in the feed yet, only a quick splay of rooftops and colored awnings. Whoever is filming right now appears to be chasing after something, and he sounds slightly winded.]

Asgard. City in the asshole of a pan-dimensional nexus. Home to a hella diverse collection of creatures and people. Also home to poor SOBs in rad shades cursed to grow furry appendages. Let us examine one in particular as he moves within this treacherous environment...

[And so the feed peeks over the edge of a roof, peering down into a semi-crowded street where one Dirk Strider (sporting a viciously-whipping blonde cat's tail) and one Davesprite (in all his winged glory) are currently having a stare off.

Davesprite is saying something -- it sounds vaguely like, "...ill-advised, one-way tickets to the Twilight Zone and there's no way I'm gonna give in to such a base impulse. No matter what kind of yankable vibe your tail is giving off right now." just as a shadow rises from the ground between Dirk's feet and gives the "furry noodle" (as it was just previously described a moment ago) a swift tug. Catboy yelps and spins, and Birdboy takes the opening by darting forward and giving the tail a quick tug.

(Whoever is filming lets out a low, soft chuckle.

Crows are douchebags.)]

-- you're going to lose feathers in a minute --

[That's Dirk as moves forward to swat at Crowboy, who hops backward on his toes without so much of a flick of his wings before taking off at a full run.]

Oh shit, someone needs his catnip! [That is called over Davesprite's shoulder as he vaults over a fence and darts out of sight.

Dave lifts the bracelet up and holds it above his head in a practiced sort of way. With his free hand, he cocks his thumb and index finger at the feed and smirks.]

Submitted for the approval of the Asgardian Nature Society. Part two coming in approximately four minutes.

[Sorry, not sorry, bros.]

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I do not think I understand what is going on.

[ And she sure hopes she's not the only one. ]

You three look so very much...alike. Are you sibings?

[... She's a little torn, here. On the one hand, it's good to see the Strider clan interacting, and all that, but wow, guys, rude. Poor Dirk. (Even if it's hard not to laugh. Sorry, dude.) She'll... just have to prefer to interpret it as that silly 'playfully being jerks to each other' thing people seem to have a tendency toward in important relationships.]

You're terrible.

Well this is interesting.

[Finnick can't help but be amused.]

Something like that. I doubt anyone knows what the fuck is going on here. Least of all me.

Not exactly the word I'd use for it. [After he chased his brother up a tree, nothing is funny about this being half cat curse.]

[ Why is everyone so foul mouthed, Tessa can't deal with it. ]

You...don't know if you are related?

I was referring to the situation I'm stuck in. [No seriously, he has to stop and question his life because he's in a tree. In a tree. That's the important part here.]

We're related.

[ Well sure, he's on a tree. ]

Oh. Do you need help?

So you are siblings.

[He is utterly unamused.]

I suppose we should give you credit for putting the curse to good use.

That's right. [He points up at Davesprite with one clawed finger.] Mom had an affair with a crow.

[His tone is so flat, you can't even tell if he's serious or joking.]

We might need a little help. Or this curse could wear the fuck off, that would be cool too.

I'm willing to agree. [He's in a tree. For some reason he doesn't have the urge to climb down. This is a problem.] Hello, Namine.

Oh my god, Dave's message wasn't a hypothetical.

Oh my god do I need to ground all three of you.

It's closer to I was along for the ride. I can't take credit for it.

What message was this and when? [As he just keeps digging his claws into the tree and flicks his tail back and forth. You're a dog. He's a cat. This could be bad.]

....

Rowr.

It wasn't exactly a planned experiment, Roxy.

[When the feed clicks on, she's at the desk in her room. There are a few drawings on the walls in the background, but not nearly as many as there are on the wall she's facing. Her smile is sincere but sympathetic.]

Hello, Dirk. I hope they haven't been giving you too much trouble...!

[--....]

Are you in a tree?

[Sup, hi.]

I don't see what's so difficult to understand. Kidbro is Catbro, and Bird-Me has an insatiable desire to pull tails because crows are douchebags.

you dont mean that nammers
<3

I'm pretty proud of it myself. Think I'll win the Academy?

Don't I?

[... She doesn't.]

That's an awfully rude thing to do.

[Hah.]

But I suppose if he forgives you I can too.

...I do not think I understand what is going on.

[ Maybe if she repeats it enough times? ]

Hey, no thanks necessary. I'm just doing my civic duty.

What!? Please do not joke with things like that.

If it's help finding a way to get you out of the tree, I think I could manage, somehow. ]

Surprise.

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