On most days, Eddie doesn’t think much of his ability to be a responsible adult—mainly because it’s exceedingly difficult to feel like an adult when you still live at home and you’re repeating your senior year of high school for the third time. But it’s clear that Wayne trusts him and expects him to be an adult for the weekend, at least enough to keep his shit together, to keep his adopted sister alive, and to ensure the house stays standing.
He’s capable of that, at least.
His old van rolls up seconds after Eve steps though the doors of the library, pizza in tow, made to her specifications because it was her money that bought it. He knows she sees him, but he taps the horn anyway and grins, calling though the open window:
Eve grinned as she popped the door open, swinging herself up into the seat, backpack dropped into the footwell, skateboard wedged in beside the seat, buckling herself in even as she turned to face him, "Alright. Consider! Aarakocra rogue. Raven or magpie?" A jay of some sort was also a possibility, since they were also corvids, but they were more food-oriented than 'hey a shiny thing' oriented, and a rook was also a possibility, but she was pretty sure they would lean towards fighter or some kind of spellcaster.
She was, it seemed, running with the singular instruction of 'get weird with it' for the upcoming one-shot, the one that would likely end up being two sessions if not three, because that was just how these things went at least half the time.
Had she just spent upwards of three hours at the library researching birds? ...not entirely. Definitely most of it, though.
Eddie waits until she’s buckled and turns down his music a couple notches to have a proper conversation as he pulls out of the library parking lot. Eddie had never expected to end up with a sibling (though who can say what his father gets up to? He may very well have a few half-siblings out there somewhere), but Eve has slotted nicely into he and his uncle’s lives, like she was meant to be here.
“Magpie,” he responds almost immediately, a fond smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Obviously. I mean, just as smart, smaller and lighter, less overused? Sounds like gold to me. Is that what you were researching?”
"See," It was a bright exclamation, smacking one hand against the seat in excitement, "That's what I figured. And not the whole time, but yeah most of it, librarians think I'm into birds now, asked if I was going to start a birdwatching club and I didn't know people even did that." Apparently even after a few years she was still figuring out what real people did for fun.
"So! Typical cloak-and-dagger type magpie aarakocra rogue, or, high-seas swashbuckler type macaw aarakocra rogue?" Rogue was new for her either way, which meant she was going to have a good time with either version.
She shook her head even as she asked, "And I'm not trying to weasel plot details out of you, just asking which one sounds like they'd fit better in the party, if anyone else has told you what they're running with yet."
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He’s capable of that, at least.
His old van rolls up seconds after Eve steps though the doors of the library, pizza in tow, made to her specifications because it was her money that bought it. He knows she sees him, but he taps the horn anyway and grins, calling though the open window:
“Your carriage awaits!"
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She was, it seemed, running with the singular instruction of 'get weird with it' for the upcoming one-shot, the one that would likely end up being two sessions if not three, because that was just how these things went at least half the time.
Had she just spent upwards of three hours at the library researching birds? ...not entirely. Definitely most of it, though.
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“Magpie,” he responds almost immediately, a fond smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Obviously. I mean, just as smart, smaller and lighter, less overused? Sounds like gold to me. Is that what you were researching?”
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"So! Typical cloak-and-dagger type magpie aarakocra rogue, or, high-seas swashbuckler type macaw aarakocra rogue?" Rogue was new for her either way, which meant she was going to have a good time with either version.
She shook her head even as she asked, "And I'm not trying to weasel plot details out of you, just asking which one sounds like they'd fit better in the party, if anyone else has told you what they're running with yet."