I've been walking forty miles of bad road. If the Bible is right, the world will explode.

[akablackkitty]

Walk by the CCTV room of the Kashtta Tower, and the following conversation can be heard:

"You know, I've got about a billion security protocols to run through and, uh, there's-"

"Mr. Flinkman, I think you can be spared from your duties for five seconds to humor me a little."

"....You're angry. Okay, that's... Yeah, it's not every day I can actually

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[godtooksides]

The angel's minding his own business in Grant Park, like he do. Actually, he was trying to nap in the shade of the tree, but then there was screaming and and something falling on him and WAUGH. He might have flailed a little bit. Just maybe.

Okay, so the bat didn't fall on him. But it was close enough, and he was almost asleep. And that was a very human shout. And...there is stuff sticking out of that bat's head.

What the hell is going on?

"What..?" he manages, still trying to make sense of the events that just happened. It's hard, because a lot of those events happened when his eyes were closed. "You...have something sticking out of your head, bat." Apparently the angel is very good at stating the obvious.

[logiciserratic]

Batty is seeing stars. Possibly literally. He shakes his head once, twice, the antenna sparks... That clears his head pretty quickly. He raises a wing meekly at the voice, figuring it just to be a fairy or something from his position on his back.

"I hadn't noticed!" He says with the half-manic glee of someone very disturbed. "But thank you for pointing it out! I will..."

Hey, those are shoes. Those are very large shoes.

"HUMAN!"

ABORT. ABORT. ABORT. TO THE TREEES, HE FLIES. If you've ever had a manic bat nearly to the face as it tries to make it to the trees... You have now.

The shadows around that tree might be freaking out a bit too. Like they do.

[godtooksides]

His eyes go wide when the bat starts talking. Okay, he knew weird shit went down in Chicago, and had heard about the Rift, but he hadn't really considered what 'weird shit' might entail and all. Talking animals was not something that really crossed his mind.

So he is very busy staring (like he do) when the bat freaks the hell out and oh god what WHY IS IT ON HIS FACE?

Cue epic flailing. Again. There is no way he's going to be able to get to sleep now. Dammit.

He flops backwards onto the ground, staring up at the bat in the tree -- and what the hell are those shadows even doing? ...no matter, don't think about that. Not important. Or not as important as a talking bat that's just managed to attack him twice in the last minute or so.

"I'm not--precisely, I'm not human," he says. Hey, he's talking to a bat. Just because he won't admit this to anyone person-shaped doesn't mean...whatever, he's talking to a bat. Clearly he has bigger problems right now, or something. "And you are a bat. That's talking. That's...how?"

[logiciserratic]

...Huh. Humans don't usually talk back. Not unless they're Zack, but he figured that was some weird... Freaky fairy-bug thing.

"LIES!" Yes, the bat will now call you a liar now that he is safely out of harm's way and dangling upside down from a high branch. The shadows have stopped behaving oddly too. "Is the fact that I'm talking the strange thing or the fact that you're listening strange, because humans don't listen. They're deaf to the world unless it's relevant to their interests." He flails his little bat wings at the antenna. "See this? This was not the result of me begging and pleading for better reception, human. No."

Accusatory Batty is accusatory and growing steadily more manic. And what the hell is another human doing in Ferngully anyway? Especially one that's smart enough to understand, but too dumb to not realize he's a human. Really.

[godtooksides]

"Stop!" the angel yells up into the tree before catching himself and quieting down a bit. "Stop calling me human." He really shouldn't be getting angry at a bat for doing this, but...it's a touchy subject.

Though the anger's gone a few seconds later, and he's just staring up into the tree at you, Batty. He's kind of like a weird, person-shaped owl. He stares at a lot of things. How else is he supposed to figure out what they're not saying?

Not that he knows how to read a bat.

"That you're talking," he says. "I knew weird shit happened in Chicago because you hear things--or maybe I've just gone crazy." He rubs at his eyes with his hands, finally stopping his weird scrutiny of the bat to look exhausted instead.

[logiciserratic]

“Paging Dr. Kevorkian,” Batty responds, antenna sparking angrily, causing his tone to demeanor to shift dramatically into the droning tone of a boring college professor, “Well, class, if it looks like a human, and talks like a human, then…” He twitches violently, “IT’S PROBABLY A HUMAN.”

And then, just like that, he’s calm again, glaring down at the… Human-shaped thing that claims he isn’t human, possibly even imitating his headtilt in an oddly mocking tone.

“Oh, we’re all mad here,” he says in a British accent. There’s another spark as the gears start turning and while Batty would prefer not to be talking to a human, the human is talking back and isn’t, you know, coming after him, and he is a little confused… Moreso than usual.

“Chicago? Did you say Chicago? Chicago isn’t anywhere near Ferngully.” The incredulous tone suggests that Batty is both confused and possibly does not believe a word of that.

[godtooksides]

"Fuck you," the angel growls at the bat. He's not shouting, but he's nowhere near calm either, and it comes again as easily as it left a moment before. "You're just a crazy fucking talking bat, the fuck--fine." He sits up, glancing around a bit to make sure nobody's paying attention. "Humans can't do this," he says, leaning forward to expose the scars on his back. And then, with a bit of concentration and a slight intake of breath, he lets the wingstubs out. One gets a little tangled in his tank, but a shrug and it's free, and he glares back up at the bat.

Of course, after a minute or so of that, he starts getting a sense that the bat, other than having a giant wire sticking out of his head and talking and all that, is a bit off. Not that he wasn't previously thinking the bat was off, but he hadn't even thought of the Rift before then. He's only heard about the thing in passing. Yeah, the angel's not too big on keeping up with local phenomenon, really

[logiciserratic]

Annnd now the not-a-human is yelling at him and Batty just looks indignant through the whole tirade, but, well, threats don't really work when you're a tiny thing, so all he can really do is stand back and take it.

He tilts his head to the side when he sees the wing stubs, already-large eyes seeming to get bigger in shock. Those look like wings. Fairies have wings. This guy is clearly not a fairy... They are bug-sized.

The antenna spark and Batty shakes his head, making a stunned BZUH noise. Congrats, angel, you have stunned the bat into silence. He has no real comment on that and is going to be processing this whole thing for a bit.

He shakes all over at the question, going through about four more antenna sparks in the process. "I'm starting to suspect I'm not in Kansas anymore, yes," he replies in a deadpan monotone. He twitches and then chuckles, somewhat nervously. "I don't suppose you know the way back?"

What? Did he call him a human and insult him? Batty sure doesn't remember that. He'd like to go home now.

[godtooksides]

He grimaces at the bat's shock, still glaring. Of course, even the weird talking bat is going to gape at him. As if he was the only weird thing here all of a sudden. Not that he shouldn't have expected it, given the fact that it was insisting he was human, but it still aggravates him a little bit.

So after a second of that he sucks in a breath, concentrates, and pulls them back in with a little wince. They've never gone in or out easy, not since...

At least the bat doesn't spend a whole lot of time on the matter, though. In fact, two seconds later, it seems to have forgotten about them completely. The angel could get used to that sort of reaction, really. He shrugs, shaking his head at the 'not in Kansas anymore' thing. There's not a whole lot he knows about the Rift other than 'it takes people from other places and puts them here' and 'there are a helluva lot of wanderers in Chicago'.

"Back? Don't know," he says, flopping backwards onto the grass once more. "I think--I don't think people can get back. I mean, there'

[logiciserratic]

Batty tilts his head to one side. "Oh, I don't know," he drawls, tone dripping with sarcasm. "A few less trees, a few more shopping malls. It could be a nice little cesspool of commercialism and human achievement."

He lets go of the branch and flaps his wings. "Well. It's been lovely chatting, you... Very strange... Human-shaped thing, but I've got a rain forest to find. Adios."

...Yes, the bat did suddenly get a bit lucid on you there, angel. Sometimes it happens. And now he's going to fly away before you can appreciate it.

[godtooksides]

The angel blinks at the space the bat was just occupying, then looks around at the surrounding area again, just to make sure that the bat didn't just fly off to some other tree or something (hey, bats do that, right?) or that someone else didn't just see the utter weird that just went down. Nope, nothing. He's just as alone as he thought he was a few minutes ago before a talking bat dropped on his head.

...that has got to be the weirdest encounter he's had with anything ever.

After a few minutes of staring in bewilderment at the sky, though, he shrugs and lays back down. He might not be able to get back to sleep, but he can rest or something, and maybe this time a bat won't fall on him.