07-19-2018, 11:05 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]/please wait for Lazarus first!
Gabriel had been toying with the idea for a while, from a short while before they arrived at this group, and with little else to do, he supposed he could finally do something with it. Laz wasn't...great with people, or even mediocre the way Gabe was; he couldn't tell them what they wanted to hear naturally or otherwise, and he wasn't the best at soothing any fears about his level of danger. He shouldn't have to, but that was just how things were sometimes, especially for a kid who'd survived by being dangerous because everyone else was. Things weren't so complicated in this place, and he didn't want the kid suffering for something out of his control, so this idea was intended to- mitigate, in a way. Laz deserved to at least feel a bit more comfortable around a group, and that was difficult to accomplish when that group was perturbed. Solving one would resolve the other. Hopefully. As long as they didn't perceive it as an attempt at humor, or were startled off even more than they already were. Gabe just had to try.
By now, though, he'd tried several times, with planks of wood discarded at his side after he'd loathed either the quality of his writing or had made an innocuous mistake that drove him insane to look at. This was his- fourth go? No, fifth. He'd thrown the other one over into the bushes after deeming it impossible to carve into with his beak. Which, by the way, was not modified for wood-calligraphy, or anything of the sort. Maybe he should have been spliced with a damn woodpecker.
"Is there an accent on this A?" The hybrid tilted the panel upward, shifting it toward the Cane Corso lying down nearby, one talon tapping said letter questioningly. "I put one but something looks wrong."
[align=right][i]——INFO
Gabriel had been toying with the idea for a while, from a short while before they arrived at this group, and with little else to do, he supposed he could finally do something with it. Laz wasn't...great with people, or even mediocre the way Gabe was; he couldn't tell them what they wanted to hear naturally or otherwise, and he wasn't the best at soothing any fears about his level of danger. He shouldn't have to, but that was just how things were sometimes, especially for a kid who'd survived by being dangerous because everyone else was. Things weren't so complicated in this place, and he didn't want the kid suffering for something out of his control, so this idea was intended to- mitigate, in a way. Laz deserved to at least feel a bit more comfortable around a group, and that was difficult to accomplish when that group was perturbed. Solving one would resolve the other. Hopefully. As long as they didn't perceive it as an attempt at humor, or were startled off even more than they already were. Gabe just had to try.
By now, though, he'd tried several times, with planks of wood discarded at his side after he'd loathed either the quality of his writing or had made an innocuous mistake that drove him insane to look at. This was his- fourth go? No, fifth. He'd thrown the other one over into the bushes after deeming it impossible to carve into with his beak. Which, by the way, was not modified for wood-calligraphy, or anything of the sort. Maybe he should have been spliced with a damn woodpecker.
"Is there an accent on this A?" The hybrid tilted the panel upward, shifting it toward the Cane Corso lying down nearby, one talon tapping said letter questioningly. "I put one but something looks wrong."
[align=right][i]——INFO
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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