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were the closets playing pranks on anyone else yesterday?

[ faith's morning had started with a rather ... rural wake up call. she'd really hoped the little bastard would just disappear overnight. instead, he woke her up at the crack of dawn to a room full of feathers and pecked drywall.

eventually she'll have to just ... accept her new fowl-ler. into the diner for breakfast, where he's actually quite patient (and fond of toast). on to the gym for her morning workout, where apparently he needs a nap after all that strenuous crowing.

his cocky attitude returns in the library, where faith had planned hanging out for about an hour, learning about the supernatural elements of other worlds. she would've been better served looking up ways to keep him quiet, once it's clear he's going to continue hollering. amid glares and shushing, she scoops him up and tries apologizing over the noise before giving one particular patron the bird.

she practically books it out, rooster tucked under her arm. and as she makes her way, she doesn't notice the mess he leaves behind along the hallways. a trail of feathers and excrement leading to angel investigations, where the closet still refuses to cooperate and give her a cage. at least the cock is having fun with the pile of bic ballpoints beside her. ]

do leashes work on chickens?

[ by the end of the night, she's given up. the stupid thing even follows her to the bar where at least the corn nuts seem to satisfy him. she can nap at one of the tables, right...? ]

( ooc | feel free to catch her anywhere / make up somewhere else to find faith wrangling a mother clucking rooster as she goes about her day :3 )

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[krmvgivv]

And you got a rooster. [He does not understand how you could get that from a weapon. He shrugs, waving his book.] The book is upside-down too.

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[ she shrugs back. seems to be a good enough answer for her. ]

Yeah I'm still getting the hang of it. There're these short sword type things-- called chicken claws. Or ... something.

[ this is a cautionary tale. don't reach in the closet and half-ask for that angry-looking chicken thing. ]

[krmvgivv]

Maybe you should have gone for a normal weapon. Not sure how the closet could screw up sword.

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What? It's not like you read your books four-thousand times after you know 'em by heart.

[ though ... she's not actually sure that's not the case. ]

[krmvgivv]

[....he definitely does read them again.]

You can always improve. And get more out of a book when you read it again.

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You're not wrong. [ she shrugs. the fact that they both regard a sword as a normal weapon doesn't seem to jump out at her. ] I just wanna improve my claw skills. What's wrong with that?

[krmvgivv]

Well... [Dipper looks pointedly over at the bird.] Apparently that.

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[ insert mock smile here u lil shit ]

...Angel around? I figure if anyone knows about farm animals, it's the old guy.

[krmvgivv]

Not right now. Maybe you can keep it in the stables? Probably won't wake people up that way, at least.

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There are stables? [ don't be dense. ] Of course there are stables.

[ not that she moves very quickly at this point. might as well work on her current plan, and use the stables for back up. ]

Hey so, I never really asked how you got into all this. I mean, you working with Angel...

[krmvgivv]

Oh, I don't know. I guess I've been doing the mystery thing myself for a while. Just seemed to make sense.

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Makes sense. [ but are you the wes or the fred? ] You translate and stuff? Y'know, cause of that code thing you posted before.

[krmvgivv]

Translate other languages? Not really. I mean, I'd like to, but I only know a little Latin and Greek and barely any Egyptian. And forget about anything rarer than that. [He shrugs.] Oh, and I'm trying to learn Navajo! There's a whole history of Navajo and code breaking.

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For real? What, like Indians?

[ totally the fred.

by now, faith's got a couple of bic pens in response to her queries. she switches tactics, and this time pulls out a stretch of chicken wire. that's better. ]

[krmvgivv]

Yep, in World War II they made codes using the Navajo language as a layer of encryption since pretty much no one outside the tribes spoke it.

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Huh. That's kinda bad ass-- uhh, cool.

[ should she be watching her language? this is awkward. ]

Don't you need someone else to learn it to, though? So you can, y'know, use it?

[krmvgivv]

[Dipper rolls his eyes.] It's okay. I've heard enough swears by now that it doesn't really bother me.

[He doesn't think he'll ever really like them, but he likes people unsubtly attempting to censor themselves even less. It makes him feel like a little kid.]

Some of the older notes people have taken actually already use it. And some other people here do know.

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Huh.

[ faith barely displays a grasp of the english language. she throws a grin back at dipper before unrolling some of the wire. ]

No wonder Angel likes you.

[krmvgivv]

Really? Has he talked about me? What's he said?

[......Dipper knows Angel likes him but he wants to hear the gossip.]

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[ oh whoops ]

Just hiring you at all. Angel's not-- he's kinda picky, you know?