is the courtyard good with you or something? <3tribuluneAugust 10 2011, 15:19:59 UTC
[Waka's meaning of leisure meant sitting down, relaxing, and enjoying nature while playing some rather soothing music.
Yes, how soothing. So soothing that maybe even woodland creatures will start coming out! Except no, none of them are because who cares about some random, weird-looking blonde playing a flute. Save that for the fairy tales.
... but oho, what's this? Maybe he got lucky, after all. Is that a chicken?]
[It certainly was a chicken. Perhaps she had been lured by the music or it was just coincidental timing, but her attention was had. This guy? Samus had never seen him before. She was aware of the transfer/exchange program starting up this year, but strange and unfamiliar faces were typically met with skepticism and suspicion regardless.
At least until she got to know them.
Cautiously, she ventured closer to Waka, trying to stay out of sight. That was kind of hard being a white ball of fluff and feathers, but she tried.]
[Waka's words were poorly phrased (knowing full well what cats like to drag in) and did little to entice her closer. His hand might as well of been a hook the way she was staring at it. After a few moments, however, the bird tilted her head curiously.]
[YEAH THAT WAS BAD, but he seemed to be taking enough care to come off as non-threatening. After a few moments, she took a step or two closer to him, but still kept a personal-space bubble. Noticeably by the way she planted her talons in the courtyard stone flooring, as if to literally stand her ground. Her head craned in the general direction of the flute, curiously.]
[HAHA NO, no harmless woodland creature should have to be exposed to a flute that can transform into a badass beam sword. Besides, Ammy would have his head if he even did that. Possibly. Who knows. God wolves can be testy~.
Waka waves the flute just a small ways away from the chicken's beak, but refuses to let it get too close.]
Now, now, mon petite, I'm sure you wouldn't want to get too close to this one, however musically-inclined you might be. You wouldn't want to be sliced for a home-cooked meal.
[And woah when did that flute start glowing. WHEN DID IT TURN INTO A GLOWING SWORD. What.]
[She immediately became suspicious when he held it away and then IT TURNED INTO A SWORD. So that explained it. That was very interesting, and frankly, the first time she had seen a musical instrument be used as a light saber conductor.
The bird clucked, as if mildly impressed by this show.]
[He twirled the sword around in what looked like kind of a dangerous stunt, but it quickly turned harmless as it shapeshifted back into a cute little flute. He wasn't about to beam-fillet himself!]
That isn't the only trick I have up my sleeve, baby, but... see, you will just have to figure everything else out in time!
[In fact, this chicken is very curious to him. He almost wants to kind of prophesize to this little chickadee. Why? He doesn't know. He just feels it to be a good idea, and he likes to go by his feelings.]
Why, I feel I would even a little prophecy for you, little one. Would you like to hear it?
[[ PSST. Mind if he does a ~vague prophecy~ of how her curse will go away in time? He won't know it's Samus or anything, just... kind of vaguely find out that the chicken is not what it seems to be. \o/ Which reminds me... /goes to do permission post ]]
[How curious... Samus had heard plenty of Chozo prophecies but was always inclined to take such things with a gain of salt, so adamant about deciding her own fates. But, sure, she'd bite. Not literally, but a cluck and a nod of approval should do, right?]
[As he should have expected. Good. He took a brief moment to inspect and think about this little chickadee, and as he pondered, it hit him that this chicken... isn't a chicken. No, this chicken isn't supposed to be a chicken. This chicken is supposed to be someone else, but who? What? He couldn't quite see that. What he could see, however, is that as time wanes on, this chicken will soon lose its feathery friend qualities. Yes, that is how it should be. With time.
As per usual with his silly prophecies, he strikes a pose with a flair and likely, a shower of sparkles.]
As with all problems, time is of the essence!
Ah... a little cliche, isn't it, baby? It will just have to do.
[Yeah, that wasn't vague and generalizing at all, total weirdo guy. Another short cluck, something that might equate to an unimpressed snort. If any of the other normal shenanigans that occur because of this school are to be believed, then eventually this chicken curse should go away. She hoped. In time.]
Yes, how soothing. So soothing that maybe even woodland creatures will start coming out! Except no, none of them are because who cares about some random, weird-looking blonde playing a flute. Save that for the fairy tales.
... but oho, what's this? Maybe he got lucky, after all. Is that a chicken?]
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At least until she got to know them.
Cautiously, she ventured closer to Waka, trying to stay out of sight. That was kind of hard being a white ball of fluff and feathers, but she tried.]
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He halts in his tune and leans forever, a hand held out in hopes of attracting the bird.]
Well, well, look what the cat drug in! Where did you come from, mon amie?
[He loves him some wildlife. He isn't going to lie about that.]
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[Oh GOD that was bad, but he really didn't care. What has been said was said and cannot be unsaid.
Waka rose from his seat and put his flute away. Carefully, he approached the seemingly-not-strange-at-all little chickadee and knelt down.]
Your new friend Waka would never harm an innocent woodland creature. Now that would be just vile, don't you think?
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Waka waves the flute just a small ways away from the chicken's beak, but refuses to let it get too close.]
Now, now, mon petite, I'm sure you wouldn't want to get too close to this one, however musically-inclined you might be. You wouldn't want to be sliced for a home-cooked meal.
[And woah when did that flute start glowing. WHEN DID IT TURN INTO A GLOWING SWORD. What.]
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The bird clucked, as if mildly impressed by this show.]
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That isn't the only trick I have up my sleeve, baby, but... see, you will just have to figure everything else out in time!
[In fact, this chicken is very curious to him. He almost wants to kind of prophesize to this little chickadee. Why? He doesn't know. He just feels it to be a good idea, and he likes to go by his feelings.]
Why, I feel I would even a little prophecy for you, little one. Would you like to hear it?
[[ PSST. Mind if he does a ~vague prophecy~ of how her curse will go away in time? He won't know it's Samus or anything, just... kind of vaguely find out that the chicken is not what it seems to be. \o/ Which reminds me... /goes to do permission post ]]
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[How curious... Samus had heard plenty of Chozo prophecies but was always inclined to take such things with a gain of salt, so adamant about deciding her own fates. But, sure, she'd bite. Not literally, but a cluck and a nod of approval should do, right?]
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As per usual with his silly prophecies, he strikes a pose with a flair and likely, a shower of sparkles.]
As with all problems, time is of the essence!
Ah... a little cliche, isn't it, baby? It will just have to do.
[... this guy is a total weirdo, isn't he?]
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[He still had paperwork to do regarding the exchange. Why so much paperwork gosh. With a casual wave, he ends the 'conversation' with his usual:]
Au revoir!
[Andddd off he bounces. How in the world does he practically prance in his giant shoes? The world may never know.]
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