The Rook and the Raven (Jacob Frye x Male OC)

Part 1

The hooded man carefully tied a rolled up note to the leg of a large, black raven, while talking to it gently.
"London. Jacob Frye." He told the raven, who caw'd back. "Jacob. Frye." He repeated.
"Jay Frye" the raven responded, breaking down his words in a deep, croaky, voice. Again, the hooded man repeated the name. The two went back and forth until the raven was perfectly copying the whole name.
"Jacob Frye. Jacob Frye. Jacob Frye." The bird repeated over and over again.
"I'm never going to get you to shut up now am I?" The man replied to his bird as he handed over a piece of meat from his pouch.
"Hello."
"Trying something different won't get you more." The man sighed, tapping his arm to signal the bird on, before standing up. "I'll be with you in a few days. Deliver and stay put" he commanded with one final stroke to the head of his raven, before the bird took flight into the evening air.
"London. Here I come." He whispered, before jumping from the tower.
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The raven flew gracefully over fields and forests, which slowly became villages and towns, and finally the city. From his view he could see the dirty slums of the city, urchins stealing and begging and men killing one another over a coin. Why would his master want to come here? Home was much nicer, with the forests where he could hunt, a familiar home, and the other ravens and their masters.
The raven kept flying, swooping down closer to perch on the rooftops and find who he had to deliver to.
"Jacob Frye." The said the raven, glancing around. He's only ever sent to another assassin, so he would need to locate a base or a hideout. The distant rumbling and sudden loud whistling of a train startled the tired raven. Eying the train the raven noticed the familiar symbol of the creed through a window of the train. This must be it. He took flight once again, chasing the carriage. He flew alongside the train looking for an opening, glances of what was happening inside. A weapons room, groups of people laughing and drinking, woman at a desk, and another woman, but with the assassins symbol that caught his eye pinned to her jacket, sat in a chair reading. Flying further along the raven found an open window, a gap just large enough for him to squeeze through. Landing on a table under the window into a room that was rather a mess. Coats flung aside and not hung up properly and hats scattered around. On a chair in the corner a pile of weapons waiting to be put away or used and notes and bits of paper littered the floor. Master would get along well with whoever lived in here.
Looking around the room the raven repeated his new favourite phrase.
"Jacob Frye."
Someone was stirring on the only sofa. Hopping toward the couch and climbing onto the arm, talons scratching the woodwork, the raven looked down at their face. Male, with stubble and a few scars on his face, almost like his own master.
"Jacob Frye." The raven caw'd, peering down at the mans face, who's eyes started to slowly open. "Jacob Frye." He repeated.
"What the fu-" the man slowly started in his tired daze, eyes squinting open.
"Jacob Frye."
"How did you-.. Oh the window, thought I asked Evie to close it." He sighed closing his eyes again and dropping his head back down, not fully registering the bird in his face, as though it weren't real.
"Jacob Frye."
This time he opened his eyes completely and confusion took over his face.
"Jacob Frye."
"What are you do-"
"Jacob Frye"
"How do you-"
"Jacob Frye"
"Yes that's me. What do you want daft bird." He said as he sat up eyeing the bird, giving in to his constant repeats. The raven lifted a leg with a note tied to it.
"Jacob Frye."
"Got it the first ten times thank you." Jacob grumbled as he untied the note from the ravens leg, unrolling the note for him and leaning back onto his sofa, a hand being used to aimlessly stroke the birds feathers.

'Jacob Frye,
I am Dorian Moore, and as you have received this, you have already met my familiar, Oliver.
Under orders from my mentor I am relocating to London to assist with taking down the Templar Order and taking back London, I will be with you in a few days and will wait for you at Charing Cross Station at 4pm. Oliver will stay with you until I arrive, and I apologise if his constant mimicking becomes annoying, I understand not everyone enjoys it.
Yours truly, Dorian Moore
p.s
Give the bird something as a reward. He bites'

As Jacob read the last line Oliver clamped his beak over his fingers.
"Ah fuck!" Jacob hissed drawing his hand back and frowning at the bird. "I hope your owner arrives soon or I'm going to have a very fancy looking hat."