[Text] Backdated to the 15th

[notachickenhawk]

i ts tobis sry fr splng

cant tak tak

t a l k

n lbrry ned hlp

no hands

[Hopefully someone friendly will see this. It's been a long time since he's felt so helpless.]

Comments

[action?]

[midgarhorizon]

[It doesn't take all that long to find the bird after that message on the network. Reno's just going to stand there folding his arms and shaking his head at Tobias.]

Hey, y'look like you could use a hand. Or two.

[notachickenhawk]

[Tobias tilts his head slightly and lets out a brief squawk. He'd snicker if he could but... well. He can't speak.]

[midgarhorizon]

Y'wanna tap something out on that thing? Or do the two for yes, one for no thing?

[notachickenhawk]

[He squawks twice, and then taps out something on the keyboard with his beak.]

powrs gone colar fluid

thoughtspeek is a powrr i gess

[midgarhorizon]

Figures. What do ya need?

[notachickenhawk]

ned to open dor to frezer t get meet

cnat risk geting hrt by monstrs lik this

[He lacks thumbs, it sucks.]

[midgarhorizon]

Can't hunt, huh? I'll put some out for ya when I pass that way.

[notachickenhawk]

thks

[He turns to look over at Reno again. ... Even if he can't speak, the look of annoyance is universal.]

[midgarhorizon]

What else? Need a ride?

[Action]

[bloodyashes]

[Luckily for Tobias, someone usually checks the network in the library, so rather than answer, Asch is just going to get up and locate the terminal that has a bird in it. Chances are that Tobias hears him coming before he comes around the shelves.]

You called?

[Well, texted, same diff.]

[notachickenhawk]

[Yep. Tobias bobs his head slightly and hops off the terminal onto a table.]

[bloodyashes]

[Asch drops into one of the chairs at the table and drops the book he's carrying on the surface.]

I'm guessing you got your fluid switched.

[Because telepathic communication does not work when powers are down.]

slips in here

[seekinganswers]

There's an easy way to find out if that's true or not.

[Sometimes, her timing is just good. As luck would have it she rounds the corner just as Asch speaks, and so she goes over to the both of them, offering a hand to Asch as she approaches - she's shared mind reading with him once before, so she doesn't think he'll find it strange.]

Don't worry - I had mine changed awhile ago. So I think this will work...

[If it doesn't she'll just blame Tower shenanigans. Yup.]

[notachickenhawk]

[As Sheba starts listening, they'll both hear a huge sigh of relief.]

Thanks. It's really hard to type things out like this. I've gotten in the habit of having at least some human contact every day, so not being able to talk...

[There's a brief flash of memory, of him sitting on a desk in front of a girl with long blonde hair, before it fades.]

I just have to wait this out, right?

[bloodyashes]

[He takes her hand without too much hesitation - yeah, he knows how this works. Lucky that there's even enough seats for Sheba to sit down.]

Yeah, a week or two, depending on how long it takes to do anything useful.

[Even once he could sense the fonons again, it was a while before he could manipulate them into artes. He assumes it's much the same for anyone.]

[seekinganswers]

You'll be okay, Tobias. [She smiles and takes a seat at the table.] Like he said, it's just a week or two. And neither of us is going to let anything happen to you during that time.

[Friends look out for each other - that's just what they do.]

[notachickenhawk]

Thanks. If I can't morph I can't heal injuries. I've had broken bones before and it's really bad.

[Not the worst pain he's had, but not... something that he wants to do again.]

Action; room for another?

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch was expecting something rather different from the message "can't talk, no hands", but he comes to a halt when he sees...a collared bird on the terminal desk. That would fit the description too, wouldn't it.*

Was...was that message yours?

NO GET OUT - I mean

[notachickenhawk]

[Tobias turns to face him, narrowing his eyes slightly, before pecking out Y - E - S on the terminal keyboard.]

[warriorscribe]

All right...ah... *How is he supposed to help?* What do you need help with?

[notachickenhawk]

[He squawks, and types out F O O D on the terminal. Seems there's some difficulty.]

[warriorscribe]

You need to hunt.

*That will be difficult in this weather. And the cafeteria menu has no meat...*

...Have you tried hunting the small winged bulls?

[notachickenhawk]

[... Well. They are weak. He doesn't like them. He rocks back and forth for a moment, before typing out M O U S E ? on the keys.]

[warriorscribe]

I don't think I've seen mice. There are those head-like creatures that act like them, but I don't know how comfortable you might be eating one.

*Because they're so harmless, Enoch has never tried attacking a Mr. Saturn to find out they're invulnerable...*

[notachickenhawk]

[He rocks a little bit, like a human tilting their head while thinking.]

wht if breaak wing

[Healing that is going to be a pain if he can't morph...]