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[a muscular blue-skinned man with glowing yellow eyes and pointy ears is currently sitting outside in the fog, pressing buttons it seems at random as the feed flicks on. He looks like he is concentrating on trying to figure out something on his device, but the expression (and occasional angry gleam in said eyes) shows that he is likely a total novice to this technology stuff. Another button press and [x,y] flashes up, showing that he is actually much closer to where the Animus are thought to be than most people like to get.]

I give up. Stupid human device. [the PCD is dropped disdainfully to the floor and it lands, at a slight angle on the ground, propped up by a rock it landed next to. The figure fades a little and looks much more like the fog but somehow...more real and certainly more beautiful in it's purity. The coalescing vapour that is the great and noble djinni etc etc spirit Bartimaeus of Uruk suddenly stops it's sinuous movement and hangs motionless in the air. A tombstone is becoming visible in the swirling fog and a sound issues from the vapour.]

No, no don't make me see it again. Stupid mane. Never take the form of a lion, you should have known it.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

[Flexible beak he's got there. Hanekoma laughs.]

Which gets ya outa the summoning problem, right? How often's that happen?

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[imakefootnotes.livejournal.com]

Not often enough, but it is sweet when it does. [nostalgic sparrow is nostalgic]

I remember once, this horrid old magician had me steal an artefact of great power - the usual fare for magicians, that - and I tricked him into thinking a clasp on it was dangerous. So, he made me trigger it - I knew it shot water out of it and I blasted him out of his circle. Nobbled him pretty good.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Not bad, not bad.

I've gotta say, though, it still doesn't sound like that great a life. All that runnin' around takin' orders from whoever happens ta drag you in....

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[imakefootnotes.livejournal.com]

It is great when they leave us alone and we can just exist in the Other Place. I beat them, though. The magicians think I'm dead so no more summoning for Rekhyt, oh no. [he puts his wings out a little, almost posing in his triumph]

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

And then ya ended up here? [Thoughtful.]

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[imakefootnotes.livejournal.com]

Yeah... [which sucks] I felt myself pass through the Other Place first.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

[Audibly intrigued.] Did ya go there on purpose, or did whatever dragged you here hafta drag you through the Other Place?

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[imakefootnotes.livejournal.com]

Whenever I am away from there, I try to figure out a way to get back. I think I was pulled through.

Being on this physical plane of existence itches my essence, but it isn't as bad near the Animus.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Sorry ta hear it. I haven't been enjoyin' getting stuck here myself.

[A long thoughtful pause.] Do ya mind company? I think I'd like ta check that spot out.

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[imakefootnotes.livejournal.com]

[the bird nods and stretches it's wings again]

Go ahead. [he turns his face back towards the tombstone, but, although it is clear he is upset, he doesn't give in to the grief. He has had two-thousand years to relive Ptolemy's death and mourn him. True, this took him by surprise as he didn't think the Animus could affect him, but he would always live with the memory of that beloved boy's face]

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

[He nods, watching the sparrow's movements with curiosity for a moment before he shuts down the feed.

Funny, he would've expected someone to be inured after all that time.

It's none of his business to pry into, though, and he's more interested in that suggestion -- that the Inner City is a little more like one of the higher planes.... If he can just access a fraction of his abilities, flipping his Frequency up will get him right out of here. He can't wait.

Hanekoma steps outside, strolling away from the house until his wings can unfold invisibly in the fog. He takes to the air.

It's not instant, but it's not long before the rustle of feathers sounds in the fog and he comes padding carefully over to where the tiny bird had been, keeping an eye out.]

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[imakefootnotes.livejournal.com]

[Bartimaeus was no fool, he had not shared his true name and he hid in the shadows as Kitty Jones. The not-human had already seen he was a shape-shifter, so this would be better. The djinni watched as the being came closer through the fog, and he sensed his presence.]

Impressive.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

[No sparrow. Well that's a shame. He takes note of the carving on the gravestone, and steps away from it, not particularly wanting to be caught in a vision of some stranger's demise.

Too damn foggy to see, but he hears that single word.]

Hey there, Tweety. Sorry for the wait!

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[imakefootnotes.livejournal.com]

[Tweety? Eh, he could live with that...for now]

Actually, I thought you got here rather more quickly than I was expecting.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

[You're the one holding conversations as a sparrow, boss. Hanekoma smirks.]

Didn't wanna leave ya on the hook too long.

[A faint line draws itself between his eyebrows as he looks at Bartimaeus, trying to make out exactly what this being might be. Denizen of the Higher Planes? Something entirely foreign? He can sense the power from that small form, that's for certain.]

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[imakefootnotes.livejournal.com]

[Bart smiles, humans/non-spirits have always responded better to human forms than they have other forms.]

'On the hook'?

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Waiting.

[A shrug, and he turns in a circle, looking around. Damn, damn, he's no closer to accessing a higher Frequency here. It does feel a little different, but he can't quite pin it down....]

You said this place was easier on your essence. Just 'cause there aren't humans around, or for some other reason?

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[imakefootnotes.livejournal.com]

That and because it feels more akin to the Other Place. It is a poor substitute, though.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Guess your place isn't quite like mine.

[He sighs, and glances over at Bartimaeus with a quirked eyebrow.] You got a real shape, or is it just whatever you feel like?

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[imakefootnotes.livejournal.com]

Both. On the material planes, I have to take some form. Here, I can return to my native state, though.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

The fog?

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[imakefootnotes.livejournal.com]

You could call it that. We need no form in the Other Place, we all merge and mingle in a vortex.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

[Downright weird, the way alternate worlds reflect each other. Hanekoma smiles wryly.]

Gotta say it's interestin' hearing about all these places. [Pause.]

Sanae Hanekoma. Pleasure ta meetcha.

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[imakefootnotes.livejournal.com]

You too. [wait, nice to meet a human? This place was affecting his brain]

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

[Looking around; those tombstones really are everywhere, huh.]

An' thanks for the directions. Might hafta come back here sometime when it's a little less foggy.