[A couple of days after Dave's network post, Jack is visited by one of his wood birds carrying a letter with his name and a doodled snowflake on it. (Papyrus but written with a pen like only Dave would do.)
In the letter he explains he's learned lockets are being watched and that's why he's worked on this little project of enchanting toys as a carrier service. If Jack ever needs to send a letter or small package through a safe messenger, these gals are at his service. He also says that he knows Jack problaby gives a damn about this and would probably rather do the delivery himself by freezing a thing or two, but considering how difficult the war situation, he'd rather be safe than sorry. He warned you, bro, no complains in the future.
The little bird will stay for a moment, perched on Jack's staff (not bothered by the cold) in case there's anything to bring back before returning to its master.]
[Jack's mood hasn't exactly been in the best of shapes since the major battles of the month, but he's definitely intrigued when he's suddenly approached by a peculiar bird. When he reads the letter, he scoffs into a short laugh, shaking his head before he actually smiles to himself.]
Letters for safety, huh? Might as well use it, right? [He directs his comment to the bird, who he doesn't know will even understand either way before scrambling for a piece of paper. He takes extra care in writing his message. Folding it well before placing a special stamp of ice over the fold to make sure it isn't read before it reaches Dave's hand.] Alright, little birdy. You give this to your guy and make sure he gets it, got it?
[So the letter is hopefully sent well on its travels. And if it reaches Dave again successfully, the note will merely say this:]
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In the letter he explains he's learned lockets are being watched and that's why he's worked on this little project of enchanting toys as a carrier service. If Jack ever needs to send a letter or small package through a safe messenger, these gals are at his service. He also says that he knows Jack problaby gives a damn about this and would probably rather do the delivery himself by freezing a thing or two, but considering how difficult the war situation, he'd rather be safe than sorry. He warned you, bro, no complains in the future.
The little bird will stay for a moment, perched on Jack's staff (not bothered by the cold) in case there's anything to bring back before returning to its master.]
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Letters for safety, huh? Might as well use it, right? [He directs his comment to the bird, who he doesn't know will even understand either way before scrambling for a piece of paper. He takes extra care in writing his message. Folding it well before placing a special stamp of ice over the fold to make sure it isn't read before it reaches Dave's hand.] Alright, little birdy. You give this to your guy and make sure he gets it, got it?
[So the letter is hopefully sent well on its travels. And if it reaches Dave again successfully, the note will merely say this:]
Knock knock? :)
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I'm almost afraid to ask who is it.
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Icy.
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What are you seeing?