Lost at sea, time and space

Killian and Skye got their hands on an ancient magical doohickey that suddenly carked into life and sent him down the worm hole of time and space and after at some point during this slip saw a TARDIS and a couple of OOD ended up finding himself in a comfortable enough apartment heavily influenced by a love f the sea. Claire has been working at the FBI for a number of years now after escaping Ices rule, coming home late one night she finds the pirate that she knows exceedingly well despite never having met him before. Finally poor innocent flower crown lamb hearted baby nathan got himself sent back in time because of the ancient magical doohickey and landed face first on skyes ship with his only belongings being what he had in his pack at the time and the clothes on his back. With the doohickey broken and in killians possession for now Ices shadows have picked up on what happened and are now searching for him and the magical doohickey.

^ said ancient magical doohickey

She walked over to where he was standing and paid attention to what his hands were doing as well as listening to him. Looking from the man to the wood he was working with, Melissa was relieved to hear that she wouldn't have to spend all of her time trapped in a cage. Moving a little closer a foot reached out and firmly grasped his arm before the other did the same. Clambering up so she could stand on his shoulder she resumed watching what he was doing listening carefully still. He seemed to like explaining things even if he likely thought she couldn't understand him it was nice, she settled down a little although her thoughts returned to her brother again and again wondering where he was and where her shadow was.

Anaytically inspecting the creation brown eyes blinked once before she shifted her weight slightly on his shoulder comfortable enough there. She didn't understand or know what 'jesses' were and was a little confused by the term. Soon enough he'd finished what he'd set out to create, he kept speaking to her which was nice at least then she knew what was going on. He appeared to want her to stand on the wooden thing he had made, she didn't exactly see the point. What had he called it? A perch, that was for sleeping on apparently, well she didn't need to sleep right now perhaps it was trying it out? Rustling her good wing she resignedly balanced her way down his arm and hopped onto it turning to look at him as if to say Satisfied? still full from eating before she eyed the meat for a moment before ignoring it deciding it wasn't worth eating if you were already full.

Claire didn't return home until late, in her tired state she half forgot abotu the pirate that was in her home and almost shot him again before it clicked. Murders were draining cases, but at least they were interesting, making killian not hog the entire couch she sat at her favourite end of it with a sigh her head falling back against the back of the couch her eyes closing.

She didn't hesitate when the arm was offered and stepped onto him, her talons gripping him firmly but taking care not to dig too sharply into his skin as he didn't have a leather guard on his arm or hand. Clambering up onto his shoulder again she appeared to favour his left shoulder more than the right one. Settling herself down the falcon blinked and looked at the human wondering what it was he did with young horses. Admittedly she'd only had experience with using them to get to one place to another when her wings couldn't take her there.

her eyes oepened and she looked at him "Yes, another murder. Body found in large cask of wine, been in there long enough turned the wine to vinegar and the body into well soup" that had not been a pretty sight. But she'd seen worse, hungry but not wanting to get up she sighed, there was no evidence thus far of what had happened. There was barely any tissue left, so they would be relying mainly on the bones to figure out what had gone on. A song came to mind making her hum tune quietly to herself, her eyes closing again.

Nathan curled up in the corner of his cell woke up hearing a general clatter and rumpus, struggling up he rubbed his eyes and wandered up onto deck to find them heading towards another ship with the cannons primed and ready. Doing a swift one eighty he turned and went back to his cell curling up in there again, "Yay" he muttered "more stuff i can't do. Snake you'd fit in reall well here"

The bird perched on the wood it had been offered, what on earth was whatever it was he'd said? She moved along the fence watching the way the man worked with the horse. It was vastly different from what she had seen others do with them, usually it had been harsher and heavier on the horse and so his gentleness was an interesting surprise. The warm sun on her feathers was nice as well, she inspected the dressing on her aching wing, trying to figureo ut what had been put on the bites

She shrugged "which would mean it is more spur of the moment than properly thought out" at the mention of food she glanced over at him "If you can be bothered making something that'd be great" she smiled slightly in silent gratitude before yawning and flopping onto her side curling up a little. "depending on what she feels like there are plenty of stray animals loitering the shadows after sunset, or down in the sewer if she can tolerate the stink"

She was interested and thus continued observing the man work with the pretty mare. He was training her to sell her to a little girl? Interesting, she was in a place to learn a great deal it seemed. He offered her his arm and with a soft noise the bird stepped onto his arm before clambering up to his shoulder again sticking her beak in his ear a moment as she lost her balance for a moment. The bird straightened up again wondering where her shadow was yet again, it was strange that it was not here and was weird. She was so used to having it there, rustling her feathers a moment the bird sighed silently.

Claire thought about it "She should be able to use some of your shadows to hide her like how Cynder hides in my casting shadow. It is harder to do it in normal shadows but it is possible, if she dosent mind the company Cynder can go with her to keep an eye out" Accepting the food she sat up again to eat it without complaint, finishing the bread she sighed quietly "well if you get bored hanging out in here, you can tag along at work tomorrow" she suddenly grinned at the idea "It'd be funny"

The soft noise was strange, if she had to put a specific word to it it would almost be cute, except it wasn't as she didn't think things like that. Accepting the stroke to her feathers she glared at the dogs as they yapped loudly, dogs.... they are awful brothers jackal was alright because she would not hurt her. Listening to the man talk to them as he fed them she couldn't help but wonder why he needed so many, not that she could ask. Stupid cat, if she found it again she would kill it, when he began speakign to her instead she paid a little more attention her head swivelling to watch him intently.

"dealing with idiots all day that hate me and solving murders by people who really need to plan them better. Now that i think of it, probably not up your alley" getting up she set the plate down in the sink not actually owning a dishwasher. She'd wash up in the morning, dealing with people left her stupidly tired, so very tired. She returned to the couch staring at her hands "I need to find a job where i dont have to talk to people" she muttereed to herself,

Ending back on her perch she was pleased enough when he set more meat out for her. She began eating the meat contentedly, listening when he stroked her back. She blinked when the lights were flicked out and gave a soft screech of farewell bidding him goodnight she began preening what feathers she could. Soon finishing she yawned and settled down to sleep. She awoke when the first rays of the sun hit her cage, fluffing out her feathers she wondered where abouts the man was, she didn't even know his name. She screeched calling out, wanting something to eat and something to do, stretching out her good wing she called out again. He should be up as soon as the suns light touched the sky.

Claire sighed as she got up onto her feet "people are draining" she explained simply "I don't have great people skills" she murmured. She went to bed and stayed there until her phone made a loud noise at her at about four. Answering and listening to the voice at the other end of the line she grumbled to herself and got up to pull on her clothes, entering the living room she cast a tired look at him "yet another corpse" she mumbled, pulling her hair into a messy bun and shrugging into a jacket.

Seeing him finally up she expectantly waited with surprising patience not screeching again, once food was provided he was ignored whilst her beak tore into the meat. She kept an eye on him as he inspected her wing, just because there was food didn't mean she wouldn't bite or swipe at him if it hurt. Finished with the breakfast she stepped onto his wrist watching him focusedly, Of course I am coming do you honestly expect me to want to stand on a piece of wood all day? When will my wing be suitable to begin building up muscle for flight? of course he hadn't understood her and instead nattered on about how he had work to do. He would have been further through in his work if he had gotten up with the sun like a normal person should.

Claire shrugged "Knock yourself out" it would be interesting to see how her colleagues would respond to her bringing someone along for once. As far as they knew she was a cold hearted bitch who had no friends, which suited her just fine, people weren't worth the time and effort that was put into them. Books were better. Leading him down through the building, with mana stowing away in one of killians pockets, claire found her small car in the parking area and sat down in the drivers seat with a sigh.

She clambered up onto his shoulder and settled there, content to ride there for now. Observing how he interacted with the stallion that was so eager to see him, she'd never seen a horse be that happy to see a human and admittedly it confused her a little. Her claws tightened slightly as he swung up into the saddle, balancing herself she ignored the surging forward of the horse her beak and face lifted up to inspect the sky. A quiet noise sounded from the bird, staring up at the blue sky that stretched over them, a few clouds were at the edges of the horizon. A painful desire to be up there soaring through the nothingness up there, to feel the wind brushing over her fingers, and to ride the gulleys and troughs that were well hidden.

Openin the passanger door she gestured "It wont eat you, Trains were around in your time, rare but you heard of them yes? They work by steam, this works similarly but powered with something else in place of steam so we don't have to have a fire in here all the time. we call them vehicles" despite being tired she remembered enough of her various years studying pirates and the kind of technologies available to them then. "I wouldn't let my shadows in here if it was't safe" well safe enough.

The bird hadn't paid much attention to what had happened that day, her gaze staring up at the mass of blue that she yearned for. She remained affixed to his shoulder during his activities, not bothered by much, the horses and dogs ignored although a foul untrusting look was thrown their way. Dogs.... However they were eventually inside, she left his shoulder of her own accord to perch on the back of a couch. Making the best of things with her single wing she managed to pick a path up to a window sill that she clasped tightly. The stars that were now flickering into life in the darkened sky caused a wave of homesickness to rush over her, where was her brother. Was he still alive in this time and age? Or had something happened and he'd died because she hadn't been there to watch his back. Her talons had gripped the wood of the sill tightly at her thoughts, she couldn't even glide down to the floor with one wing, it was useless. What was the point in being a bird if she was unable to fly and experience the only true freedom she'd ever really known or understood?

Claire concentrated on getting themselves out onto the road "Hold on, traffic can get a little nuts here" she told him beginning to expertly manouver them through the heavy lanes of traffic. It was now clear why she had a small car, it could squeeze into smaller gaps more easily. "Place out by the docks, human torso found in completely clean shipping container. No wounds apart from that, although the vet who found her reckons her organs have been removed" she explained at least it was a more interesting case than the wine turned to vinegar one

A couple of weeks, when the past two days had seemed so long and arduous. Abandoning the sill and returning to the back of the couch she stared at nothing, once she had her wings she would go back and find that orb. She would some how make it work again, so this place would be left behind and the correct time enveloped her once again. What are jesses, you have not explained those, and I do not like cages. I am not some obedient thing to be locked away like what ice did to us the thoughts were bitter and almost snide, perhaps it was better that for her now words fell on empty ears. The creatures brown eyes closed, she was weak, letting pain like this have any control over her, what about the years of torture she had endured so that she would not spill secrets if she were captured? Here she was, an assassin bested by a pathetic cat, trapped in her bird form and with one wing pinned to her side. Venomous eyes flicked back open and stared down at the items that restricted the movement of the wing, remembering she wasn't alone she looked away directing a blank stare at the wall again. She would remain cool and controlled around the human, as if she were in her human shape herself, returning to her perch like a good little bird she rested there waiting.

"Vet is like a doctor for animals, usually pretty costly" she explained glancing at his shadows. Mana peeped out of the pocket he'd stowed away in before turning into his kitten shape and nosed some of the younger ones "Its okay, it growls like a grumpy bear but is all noise and no bite" he assured them in his innocent child like way. The woman continued "yes, which is why i'm kicking the other case to Micheal and his team, and claiming this one as at least its interesting"

When he began to move she looked over at him, listening to his words she would have huffed if she could. She did not get grumpy, she was a robot, she had no emotions and never let them influence her decisions. Cool, calm, collected, that was what she had been trained to be although admittedly it was harder to be that like this. He was allowed to stroke her, she could most definitely be tidy when it came to bodily functions, she was not some ignorant sparrow. Inspecting the hand she firmly stepped onto it, not having touched the food left out for her. She wasn't hungry in the first place, however a sharp look was flicked his way at his last words. Flattery got one nowhere in the grand scheme of things.

Listening to mana happily adopt their way of speaking Claire smiled slightly before growing serious once more "I'm not sure, I don't like to make conclusions about cases until i have some evidence. Which is where the shadows come in, they're excellent at picking up what my idiot coworker misses in his ravings"