[The video clicks on to show Ulrich in what looks like some kind of abandoned warehouse. Wherever it is, the limited light shining in suggests it is near sundown. Ulrich is sitting opposite a small ball of feathers and fur that is apparently his young pet catowl. His tone is obligingly cheerful, which doesn't seem to match the frustrated expression on his face.]]
"Okay, Scops-y, I'll make this really easy for you."
[*He extends an arm, over which he's wearing a gardening glove, in front of the cat-owl, making a perch and gesturing him onto it.*]
"Scops, here."
[*The cat-like bird gives an excited chitter and flaps its wings but doesn't hop onto his arm. Ulrich grits his teeth as if this is 20th try but tries again, tone still that same level of cheerful.*]
"...Come on, Scops-y. I know you can do this. Here."
[*More chittering and flapping from the cat-owl but no success otherwise. Ulrich's face contorts irritably but his tone doesn't change.*]
"No, you st-...silly fluffball. Come here."
[*Scops gives a hoot-like meow, flapping his wings with gusto and succeeding in lifting himself...right off his paws. He falls over backwards with a squeak. Ulrich facepalms, sighing through his nose and the video cuts out.*]
[[OOC: Late virus post is late because I was at the shore all Saturday. <.< >.> He's not entirely aware that he's virused yet, but he is definitely confused as to why he can't express his irritation properly. Scops is the CatOwl he adopted from Azula...which he has no idea how to train. XD Note to Odd-mun: Feel free to have Odd notice that that is indeed the Factory he's in at the moment. All replies will be video for now; Tags later today after some sleep. XD ]]
"Okay, Scops-y, I'll make this really easy for you."
[*He extends an arm, over which he's wearing a gardening glove, in front of the cat-owl, making a perch and gesturing him onto it.*]
"Scops, here."
[*The cat-like bird gives an excited chitter and flaps its wings but doesn't hop onto his arm. Ulrich grits his teeth as if this is 20th try but tries again, tone still that same level of cheerful.*]
"...Come on, Scops-y. I know you can do this. Here."
[*More chittering and flapping from the cat-owl but no success otherwise. Ulrich's face contorts irritably but his tone doesn't change.*]
"No, you st-...silly fluffball. Come here."
[*Scops gives a hoot-like meow, flapping his wings with gusto and succeeding in lifting himself...right off his paws. He falls over backwards with a squeak. Ulrich facepalms, sighing through his nose and the video cuts out.*]
[[OOC: Late virus post is late because I was at the shore all Saturday. <.< >.> He's not entirely aware that he's virused yet, but he is definitely confused as to why he can't express his irritation properly. Scops is the CatOwl he adopted from Azula...which he has no idea how to train. XD Note to Odd-mun: Feel free to have Odd notice that that is indeed the Factory he's in at the moment. All replies will be video for now; Tags later today after some sleep. XD ]]
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