"John Anderson." The raven spread its wings and descended from the tree, talons extended as if to grab a hold of the man’s face - at the last second it swept overhead, and landed behind John, assuming the form of a short and scruffy young human male with a silent explosion of feathers and gore. “A man of science, hmm? Your kind are not always welcome in my forest." He locked his fingers together over the width of his chest. “Always poking around, causing trouble, harming ‘specimens’. You had best hope the fog does not claim you if you are like the rest of your… brethren."
He unlocked his fingers and extended his hand for John to shake it.
John took the hand, shaking primly, remembering to keep his handshake strong and not trembling much at all.
"Now, now," he said, eyes crinkled almost shut by the force of his smile, "I’m sure we can come to an understanding. Causing trouble, poking around, yes, that sounds like me, but I assure you I have best interests in mind! Lovely trick, by the way."
Best interests, yes, but his own, of course.
it’s quite obvious that you’re a raven. i can call you crow if you’d prefer, though. now what makes you talk?
"Raven is fine. Or Arturo, which is my name." The raven narrowed its beady eyes and scraped a budding leaf with one talon. “And being able to talk makes me able to talk," it sneered. “What’s it to you?"
"Arturo, then!" John says, all happiness and bubbles, and rolls back on the balls of his feet for a moment’s pause before answering. "Arturo, Arty— no, not an Arty, I don’t think— I am a doctor and a man of science. Good doctor John Anderson is my name and taking things apart is my game."
John sticks one hand out for a moment, waiting for a handshake, and then remembering what he’s talking to, retracts it politely.
good evening ladies, gentlemen, and everything in between! i hope you’re all doing lovely. my name is john anderson: 6’2”, blond hair, blue eyes, frail and pale and absolutely full of fun.
now, if any of you are monsters or medical wonders— I do request you come see me. capiche?
WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
god. what a question. a nice desert, i suppose.