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

[notachickenhawk]

<... Huh. I guess kind of like me with hearing animals all the time.>

[Speaking of which, he tilts his head to the side and listens.]

<Also there's something heading into the floor below us. It's not a person but it's also not coming up.>

[bloodyashes]

[There's a pause - Asch cocks his head the other way and closes his eyes. Nothing.]

Pretty rare to run into someone with better hearing than mine.

[notachickenhawk]

<Hawks have good hearing and good eyesight. How else am I gonna spot a rat hidden in a field from a hundred yards away?>

[bloodyashes]

Makes sense enough.

[Can't expect someone who isn't human to run their senses from the same baseline as a human's.]

My hearing is better than most people's, but that's not atpyical for a Seventh Fonist.

[And because he knows Tobias is going to ask.]

It's the sound fonon.

[notachickenhawk]

<Ah.>

[There's a pause, and then -]

<And also yes I can see the dirt on your face. You need to wash behind your ears more.>

[Is he messing with him at this point? ~who knows~]

[bloodyashes]

[If there's one thing he learned from Jade, it's that if you don't acknowledge someone messing with you, it's like it never even happened.

...He'll be scrubbing his ears the next time he takes a shower, though.]

To be more specific, I'm isofonic to the Seventh Fonon - my natural fonon frequency is the same. That's why I can use solo hyperresonance.

[Because explaining that is better than acknowledging the ways Tobias might be messing with him.]

[notachickenhawk]

<That's that thing you showed me before, right?>

[It seems pretty nifty. Also being like this is kind of weird since he can see everyone's pores and stuff.]

<Look away for a sec.>

[He hops to the ground and morphs human, thankful that the skintight suit has kept itself in his morph. Once he's sure everything is in place, he stands, stretching a little.]

... There.

[bloodyashes]

Yeah, it is.

[Saying he's not curious is a lie, but he obligingly looks the opposite way until Tobias' voice is something he can actually hear outside his head.]

...Don't you have any other clothes?

[The suit... bothers him. It's a visual sign that they're nothing but captives. Even if it's what they're all wearing under the glamour anyway, Asch hates seeing it.]

[notachickenhawk]

I do, but if it's not tight-fitting it won't stay in the morph. It'll shred if I get bigger and it'll just fall off me if I get smaller.

[bloodyashes]

[...Okay, that sounds like a pain in the ass. Asch folds his arms and sinks back into his beanbag.]

I'm sick of my only options being clothes I hate.

[Uniform of his first kidnapping or uniform of his second kidnapping. Not a lot of options, but at least the first one is broken in and comfortable.]

[notachickenhawk]

I can't exactly help you with that one. I don't know how to make clothes, and even if I did they'd probably look pretty bad. Rachel's the one with fashion sense.

[... And then he thinks of the package he got last month and looks away.]

[bloodyashes]

Could be worse. I haven't gotten to pick my own clothes in seven years.

[Raised in the military problems. Doesn't help that when you take Auldrant Years and compare them to Earth years, he's been in uniforms since Tobias was a screaming baby.]

[notachickenhawk]

[He was not screaming he was a well-behaved child!1!111!!!]

[Anyway.]

That... sucks. Rachel would probably declare you a full-scale fashion disaster for that. ... Or for what you wear anyway.

[... Oh. Now he made himself sad. He hangs his head a bit.]

... I know some people got weird packages last month. Did you... ?

[bloodyashes]

Military doesn't give you a lot of choice in clothing.

[You've heard of uniforms, right Tobias? Of course you have, you're a kid from relatively modern America.

At that question, Asch makes a face.]

Funny you should mention. They sent back the part of my uniform I burned.

[notachickenhawk]

[... Ah.]

<That sucks... I uh. Got one too.>

[He's quiet for a moment before he goes on.]

<It had the fingers of my... mm. It's not really dating, but...>