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[ bran stark has been told through all of his life that his family's curse is just that--a curse. growing up with the lidells had not been a bad life, save for a terrible fall that left him crippled from the waist down, but it was often a lonely one. while the family was big, they only had each other, and they lived that way because their curse wouldn't allow them to touch anyone who was their opposite gender, or a terrible thing would happen.

but here was the thing: for bran, it wasn't that terrible.

when he bumped into a girl in the middle of the hallway, it had only somewhat been an accident. he didn't quite recognize her, but bran was thrilled with the puff of smoke that followed, because he left his wheelchair (and his clothes) far behind. for as a raven his legs were still useless, but his wings?

his wings stretched on, catching the wind above the great house they've been spending their time in and sailing out through the windows. whoever he ran into would simply have to wonder where he'd gone, as when he was stuck as a raven? well, he could fly.

so, he does, out of the window and through the skies towards the tallest part of the mansion. he used to love to climb as a kid, and this is that but a thousand times better, and he soars through the mansion, ducking down to tug on the occasional dog's tail, feeling light and, well, free as free could be.

all that comes to an end though, and when bran feels the pull of being human again, he alights down on top of the roof. there's a poof and he's back to normal--and very stuck. he sends out a video message that shows just his face, showing a skill with the device that definitely wasn't there before today. there are six or seven ravens around him, just visible in the video feed, cawing and occasionally picking at his hair. bran seems completely unbothered by them as he speaks.]

Hullo. [ how to start this. ] I'm, um. Stuck on the roof. Would someone be able to help me?

[ how embarrassing. ]

{ this will serve as a catchall for the event! if you don't want to reply to the video post that's more than fine--just lemme know you want something different! feel free to run into him as either a raven or a person, although there isn't much "running into" to be done to a kid in a new wheelchair ~~that i can assume he got since this is an AU event ♥~~. }

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[It doesn't take long for Bigby to make his way out to the grounds of the mansion, a set of clothing in his arms. He has been scanning the video all day, watching carefully for any signs of distress. It's the role he has put himself in, being one of the older Liddell cousins. He is their protector and he puts himself on call whenever he senses they are in danger or in need of a bit of help. With his heightened senses, it is difficult to be anywhere without Bigby knowing.

He makes it to the ledge beneath the roof where Bran lays and looks up. It would just figure that the kid would land himself in such a difficult position. The flock of ravens make it even more difficult. ]

Hey! [The sound comes out something akin to a bark. The birds lift off in flight, revealing the small figure on the roof.]

You didn't think to fly a little bit lower? You know I don't like to climb onto the roof. Are you alright?

[Ravens aren't the only birds to have alighted on the roof. When Bran lands there's also a swan nearby, standing in sharp contrast to the other birds in both size and color. But he doesn't care so much about the boy, not when he's being absently petted by a woman in a white sundress. Pepper looks over, her hand moving along the swan's neck, a small grin crossing her lips as she sees the familiar puff of smoke. Though she speaks to him a moment later, Pepper is careful to avert her eyes first; she doesn't want to embarrass her poor cousin any more than she has to due to the circumstances.]

Out for a flight? It's a great day for it.

[ Hannibal had his eye on Bran from the moment they knew what animal the curse placed upon him. Ravens are smart, and he covets the smart. He learned early on that it was better to keep the smart close, so they would never suspect him.

And, well, when Bran fell he became that much more interesting. He's had a soft spot for broken things even before Mischa died.

Hannibal sighs with all the familial, mildly condescending affection that he had always put on --as far as he remembers. ]

Looking for ways to fly again, are we?

[Oh, Bran. She knows exactly how he got there, of course -- anyone in the family would, after all. If she were him, she would have wanted to fly as far and as high as possible while she could, before things inevitably wore off and she turned back to normal. Anyone else, she might have scolded for not getting themselves back to safety in time, but not Bran.

She always made all kinds of exceptions for Bran.]

I can come give you a lift, if you like.

[She smiles, though there's something just a touch bittersweet about it.]

I'd give you your wings back if I could.

[When James shows up on screen, he's all warm smiles like he always is around Bran. He's certain he knows what happened, and since Bran doesn't seem terribly ill or hurt James is equally certain he should be scolding him for his carelessness, but...he's never really had the heart for it. Bran is precious and deserves every chance to fly he can get.]

Looks like you've had a bit of an adventure! Was it a good flight?

[A thought occurs though, and he knots his fingers in his hair.]

Do you know where you left your clothes and everything? I'll run and grab them for you. [Then, a teasing smile.] Unless of course you want to run around starkers - in which case, by all means!

[The sound of waves on the beach run through the audio response. Her voice is low, hoarse.]

I will get you.

Are you hurt?

[Natasha hears the sheepish confession over the phone and checks the network to make sure someone's headed in that direction - it's likely. A lot of them have soft spots for their little cousin and she's no exception. She's comfortable, though, curled up on a windowseat and dozing in the sun, so she checks before she uncurls from the spot she's found.]

There are worse places to get stuck. Getting more fresh air than you bargained for, kiddo?

[ Robin's always felt responsible for his younger cousins, checking in on them, fussing over them perhaps too excessively at times. It's as though he's filling an inexplicable void in his heart, by assuring that the younger ones are safe and well cared for, as though it will always be his greatest responsibility.

He hasn't always been dutiful, having traveled far away from the mansion on occasion when he was younger. But these days, it feels wrong to remain far away, and he limits his exploration to the grounds immediately surrounding the mansion, finding solace in the forest. Today, he's wandering outside with his bow and arrow in hand, ready to venture out for some much needed fresh air. He pauses just outside, to scan the mansion grounds, just to assure himself all is well on the exterior, that everyone who might be inside is safe.

When he spots Bran, though, he smirks and calls out to him: ]

Are you planning to laze about there all day, lad?

[ ooc: Hope this is alright, for something slightly different? Let me know if not, and I can revise my tag, though! :D ]

Seven hells, boy. How did you even manage your way up there?

[And isn't it just the way! He'll have the carry the damn lad all the way back down.]

[ Alfred can smell a person in trouble like he can smell sushi from miles away. Which is really unfortunate for any family members who would rather not have him barreling into their problems like a fucking train being driven by a heart full of heroic aspirations and a head full of nothing.

That is why Bran should be concerned when a shadow flits over him. Something above circling, then diving, and with absolutely no fucking coordination whatsover. ]

I GOTCHA BROTHER!

[ He screams like Buster Bluth in construction equipment. In fact, he does not have Bran. He has jack shit. He has terrible eyesight and outstretched claws and what did he think he was going to do with them? Carry his paralyzed family member away into the sunset?

Luckily for both of them he smacks into Bran toward the roof and not off it. His talons clip the boy's shoulder as he prepares for yet another terrible landing. Somewhere there are scientists crying over what they'd imagine to be a neurologically damaged bald eagle, but nope. Just an overconfident idiot. ]

[ But then someone actually fucking useful doesn't smack into the poor boy. Lucy remembers Johnny--she can't exactly place how or where or why he's important, but she does remember that he couldn't walk either, so clearly she's an expert on these sorts of situations. ]

Would you like me to bring you a ride?

[ Because the obvious solution to transportation is horses. She might not be cursed with horse powers but somehow, putting a paraplegic boy onto a horse just feels right.

And then he will use the horse to see a Golden Ratio and somehow THAT GIVES YOU BITCHIN' POWERS THAT'S HOW LIFE WORKS RIGHT??? That is what Lucy would think if her memories hadn't been altered so severely. And thus the event where she turns into an itty bitty antelope somehow makes her life less confusing and fucked up.

Still. Horses. ]

[ Though the broadcast Bran places on the network worries him, it's more out of concern of who may come to Bran's aid than anything else. But Jojen hasn't had any poor greendreams yet, no visions of harm coming to Bran thus far, so he takes the moment to put himself together and retrieve some things before he heads out to where he knows the younger boy will be.

The wheelchair is a peculiar thing, even from a distance, but he's at least glad that someone has retrieved his friend from the rooftop, gotten him a proper change of clothes-- odd as they may be, as well-- and gotten him the chair. It's much better than a cart would be, considering it allows Bran to travel through his own power rather than someone else's.

(It also means that Jojen need not worry quite as much about how he'll traverse Wonderland, when his own strength is dwindling every day.)

Jojen clucks his tongue softly as he comes closer, Bran's wolf cloak draped over his arm just in case they wind up needing it again. ]

I wonder, will you listen to my advice in the future if you get stuck enough times? [ His tone is light though, and he offers him a bit of an amused look. At least he's no longer stuck on the roof. ]

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