THNMY

[teachme_2sing]

There's a bird, a greenfinch to be exact, perched on a convenient treebranch near the Sign. The branch seems to have sprung up out of nowhere, simply because it was needed. Oh, Nexus

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[inspecturpickle]

Oh, another talking bird. They seem to be common around here.

Pickle Inspector believes there may be some usefulness in wings for attracting mates and such, or creating small gusts of wind for blowing safes closed.

[teachme_2sing]

Of all the strange things Johanna's seen in the Nexus, this scribbly thing is certainly one of the strangest.

The greenfinch peers at Pickle Inspector, sitting absolutely still. There's nothing birdlike about her movements at all. :Hello,: she chirps, cautiously. :Haven't seen any cats around, have you?:

As for things like attracting mates, Johanna's already got a boyfriend, and she doesn't need another. Though he is going to be highly amused when he sees this.

[inspecturpickle]

He shakes his head, having seen very few things as he's only just arrived here, let alone cats.

From her remarks he gleans that these transformations must also be common. He knows that if his girlfriend (if he actually had a girlfriend) was transformed into wildlife, he would be quite alarmed.

[teachme_2sing]

The bird leans in for a closer look, tilting her head to one side. :Can't speak?: she asks, not unkindly. :Or just shy?:

Mostly her boyfriend's going to amused because he can turn into anything he wants, when he wants to. Johanna isn't so lucky, sadly.

[haveasweetie]

Oh. Look. A bird.

Really, that's all Jonas takes out of the sight. Yes, he hears what he thinks is a voice coming from it, but he blows it off as his imagination. Really, birds talking? What will he think of next?

[teachme_2sing]

But the bird isn't about to let Jonas walk away. :JONAS!: That would be an exceptionally loud chirp, and the bird spreads her wings, as if opening her arms.

Very un-birdlike. :Jonas, I know you can hear me, so don't you dare pretend you can't.: Why yes, Jonas, you're being glared at by a little greenfinch.

[haveasweetie]

He starts to leave, but stops once he hears his name. He looks left, and then right, and then down at the bird. Could it...? No, that's impossible.

So he just quirks an eyebrow at it.

[teachme_2sing]

The bird tilts her head to one side, as if trying to copy that eyebrow quirk. Then, slowly and deliberately, she lowers her wings and raises one clawed foot to point a tiny talon in Jonas's direction.

:Yes, I'm talking to you. Jonas, it's me. Johanna.: She lowers the pointing claw and fluffs her feathers again, agitated. :Honestly. I can't believe you'd just walk away like that.:

[mhunimhuni]

Whether it's due to LOLs or not, another bird's present today! An oxpecker swoops in and attaches itself to the side of the branch rather than the top of it. These tiny talons are made for climbin', and that's just what they'll do~! Even if they she does scramble a bit to keep her hold on the bark.

"Baths! Dustbaths!" She doesn't seem aware of the fact that communication is a bit... different in the Nexus- Her birdbrain simply does not compute, and in this case ignorance seems bliss.

((OOC: Ugh, wordfix'd.))

[teachme_2sing]

The finch peers down at the oxpecker, even going so far as to swing upside down to get a better look. She's never seen such an exotic bird before. That's quite a striking beak you've got there!

:Dustbaths won't help me fly,: Johanna points out, still upside down. Even if she can't fly yet, she's enjoying the agility and mobility of this tiny body.

[ooc: No problem :3]

[mhunimhuni]

Yes it is! And oh such pride she takes in it! There's even a bit of preening mid-climb as she's inspected.

"Mhuni, mhuni!" She answers, finally and oh so helpfully. There's a twitch of her head as she turns it to peer at the other bird fully with her left eye first, and then her right, as though the views would differ somehow. After an idle, shrill chirp that is nowhere near as easy on the ears as a greenfinch's, she spreads her wings wide and keeps them that way. "Birds fly! Yesyes."

... If she was ever human, she must have hit her head something awful along the way.

[teachme_2sing]

:Yes... but I can't fly,: Johanna tries to explain. The finch stays absolutely still, making none of the small movements that normal birds make. :That's the problem, see, I don't know how to fly.:

She's willing to put up with the strange oxpecker, if there's any chance that she might gain a flying lesson or two from doing so.

[in_the_cracks]

Telrim looks around hastily at the voice, until her gaze fixes on the little bird and she backs away from the tree a few steps. "There isn't one? Unless you can glide."

[teachme_2sing]

The bird tilts her head to one side, as if trying to figure out why anyone would back away from a harmless little finch.

:I don't want to glide,: the bird chirps, matter-of-factly. :But it would seem that there's quite a bit more to flight than simply flapping one's wings.:

[in_the_cracks]

"Of course there is," the Controller says, watching her with a hint of bemusement. Maybe speculation. "There's more to walking than sticking one leg out at a time."

[teachme_2sing]

That answer makes the finch pause for a moment, and she flexes her tiny claws on the treebranch, almost as if she's tapping human fingers.

:I hadn't thought of it like that.:

[watchingsparrow]

Hey, little greenfinch, look over there and you might see someone you know; a darkhaired fellow whistling as he walks along with a grocery bag in his arms. He seems to be out of hearing range, though. What ever will you do?

[teachme_2sing]

The finch might not be able to fly, but she can flutter for short distances, and failing that, she can hop rather quickly. So she flutters down from her perch and across the ground, until she's close enough that Casper should be able to hear her.

:CAPSER!: She's not taking any chances; she's chirping as loud as she can.

[watchingsparrow]

He stops an looks around, rather confused. That was a bird's chirp, but at the same time someone called his name. Sounded like Johanna, but he doesn't see her. Odd. Decidedly odd.

And then he sees the greenfinch, but he's not getting it. Not at the moment.

[teachme_2sing]

Well, since he's stopped, Johanna takes the oppurtunity to hop onto his shoe. :Casper, it's me,: she trills, frantically, afraid that if he doesn't get it soon, he's going to wander off and leave her and there's a million and one things that can go wrong for a little bird who doesn't know how to fly, and...