Dolorous von Shishkabob and case of the Oversized Hummingbird [spam]

[myironeyes]

[OOC: backdated to slightly before Mark woke up. Also this will be my last Marsh post for a little while, I swear. Touko lost Mark's hummingbird, and Marsh found it. Oy.]

[Marsh has been adjusting rapidly to new things on this ship. Neverthless, he did not expect to be attacked by a swift, vicious hummingbird the size of a fat chicken. And even though it's a nasty little thing, he doesn't really want to hurt it. A burst of compounded speed later, he manages to catch it, pinning its wings carefully in both hands and holding it so that it can't peck him.

A moment later, he realizes he has no idea what to do next. He can't really let it go, and he has no idea where it came from or where it belong. Which leaves him combing methodically through the ship's levels and hallways, a solemn-faced spike-eyed man in an all-black cloak, gingerly carrying a gigantic, brightly colored, shrilly protesting dire hummingbird.]

...excuse me. Is this your bird?

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[worksbetterinthepast]

...both. [Honestly, dude, you're both creepy. Doubly creepy together.] What the hell kind of bird is that supposed to be?

[myironeyes]

[That's legit, Ryan.]

I have no idea. It attacked me in the stairwell.

[worksbetterinthepast]

[Give him a second.] It... attacked you in the stairwell and now, you're what? You think somebody actually owns that thing?

[myironeyes]

Well, it can't have just flown in through a window.

[Someone just has awful taste in pets. This seems perfectly reasonable to Marsh.]

[worksbetterinthepast]

[Right, spaceship.] Okay... Good point.

You know, I'm just trying to decide what part of my psyche you're supposed to represent. I'm thinking something to do with Joe because the eyes and the bird--? Well, at least it's not a raven.

[Still kinda thinks he's dead or crazy.]

[myironeyes]

I don't really want to represent anything.

[Yomen keeps trying to make me God or Death or something. It's uncomfortable.]

[worksbetterinthepast]

Right. Okay. So what does that make you?

[myironeyes]

I am an Inquisitor.

My name is Marsh.

[worksbetterinthepast]

...Right. [He rubs his face for a second.] I'm going to regret this but an inquisitor for what?

[myironeyes]

We were made to be servants of the Final Empire. It has fallen.

[Not even slightly perturbed about this.]

[worksbetterinthepast]

What does that make you now?