it all keeps adding up, i think i'm cracking up;

[notachickenhawk]

Characters: Tobias and open.
Setting: Floor 14, Floor 63, and Floor 87
Format: Either.
Summary: A day in the life of a birdboy?
Warnings: Probably nothing aside from usual body horror if he morphs. Maybe mild language?


[Floor 14]

[Even with everything that happened, Tobias is still a teenager. A nerdy teenager, at that. So it's not really that surprising for someone like him to be on the media floor, playing a video game - an FPS, specifically.]

[What is probably surprising, at least for other people, is that he's still in his hawk morph, perched on the controller. One talon is on the stick controlling movement, and the other is resting on the face buttons.]

[… These graphics are awesome.]



[Floor 63]

[Birds are not made for water, generally - at least not hawks. That's just not something they do. But Tobias is fighting that instinct today as he rolls himself out into the water.]

[Today, he's decided to use his dolphin morph, despite having almost been drowned acquiring it. There's just something about being a dolphin that's sheer fun, even though he's eyeing some of the fish uneasily. Still, the dolphin instinct takes over, so anyone heading through this level will see a dolphin speeding around, chittering and trying to play with the fish.]

[Every so often he pokes his head into the column of air around the stairs, spraying out a wet breath from his blowhole and sucking in another fresh breath before zooming away again.]



[Floor 87]

[It's not totally unlike Tobias to sit and admire wildlife. He's part of the wildlife, after all. He'd smell the flowers, but his sense of smell is way inferior to most of his other senses now. Even still, it's not that hard to spot the flash of reddish-brown from the stairs.]

[It's starting to get harder to spot him, though. Tobias closes his eyes, hunkering down a bit. A nap shouldn't hurt, right?]

[Hasn't he seen this in a movie somewhere?]

Comments

[fionnuisce]

[Shrugging, Waver seemed to decide 'why the hell not' and crossed the room to sit down.]

I think I'm content to draw the line at 'telepathic bird', if it's all the same to you.

[notachickenhawk]

<It could be 'telepathic alien that looks like it's made partially or entirely out of knives'. But yeah. And before you ask - no it's not magic, yes it's technology, yes there are other people who can do this where I'm from, no there's not a lot of us.>

[He flies up to perch on the armrest of the couch.]

[fionnuisce]

Nice of you to be efficient, at least. And please, don't let me interrupt.

[and not one fuck was given that day.]

I think the only question I could ask that you missed was regarding your name.

[notachickenhawk]

[No fucks given all around!]

<Tobias. Yours?>

[fionnuisce]

Waver Velvet. And before you ask, yes. Yes, that is absolutely my real name and I would appreciate if people stopped looking at me funny.

[notachickenhawk]

<When you become good friends with a seven foot alien who's one of the previously mentioned aliens made of blades named Jara Hamee, you don't get room to complain about weird names.>

[Not that he doesn't like them just. No more room to talk.]

[fionnuisce]

...I'm pretty sure you have me on that one.

[or, 'that shit is crazy']

[notachickenhawk]

<When aliens get involved everything goes nuts. Also everything becomes suspicious.>

[fionnuisce]

I can honestly say that's not an area I have any experience in. And I can add that I'm reasonably sure I'm grateful for that.

[notachickenhawk]

<It's not pretty, no. But some people here seem to have magic as part of their worlds and I think that sounds unreasonably complicated too. ... Though I think I'd take that over the aliens.>

[fionnuisce]

It is, I assure you. 'Unreasonably complicated' is my world's magic in two words.

[and every time he goes into detail on it i die a little inside]

[notachickenhawk]

<I won't ask, then. Much as I like fantasy books, I'm not that obsessed with the details.>

[so do I with morphing technology it's cool]

[fionnuisce]

Explaining the finer mechanics don't really affect the end result one way or the other, so frankly it's not very important.

[Pausing, Waver seemed to have a thought occur to him suddenly.]

...Please tell me I'm not the only one that can hear you. I would rather not be known as some kind of bird whisperer if someone happens by and sees this.

[notachickenhawk]

<Right now they'd only hear you, yeah. I'm not broadcasting my thought-speak. I can send it to only a few people or anyone in the area, but the latter's more like shouting.>

[fionnuisce]

[Facepalm.]

Well. I suppose it would at least be an amusing change of pace to have people think I talk to birds on a regular basis.

...Not amusing for me, but I'm sure someone might get a laugh out of it.

[notachickenhawk]

<If I wanted them in the conversation I'd talk to them. It's handy though. Especially when you're trying not to be heard by whatever you're chasing.>

[fionnuisce]

It does seem like a fairly useful thing. Telepathy's not exactly in my range of abilities, unfortunately.

[notachickenhawk]

<The powers it goes with kind of suck, though. I mean they'd be okay on their own if there wasn't also the alien invasion.>

[fionnuisce]

Alien invasions do have a tendency to ruin perfectly good situations, I'm sure.

[notachickenhawk]

<Yep. It's been going for over two years now.>