ATTACK OF THE BIRD! [SO TOTALLY OPEN. OPEN LIKE YOUR MOM'S LEGS]
WHO: Zexion book_of_mirage and ANYONE. EVERYONE. EVERYWHARRR.
WHAT: Bird!Zexion gets out of his house and goes running through the streets at about three in the morning, spouting bad poetry and generally annoying the shit out of people.
WHERE: The streets of Rivelata.
WHEN: the last night of the crescent moon, from about 2:30 am to whenever people manage to detain Zexion.
He'd only pretended to go to sleep.
Larxene had totally completely not fussed over him. It was quite odd, both Namine and Larxene almost seemed to get along in this regard. He was flattered, really. Or would be if his head was screwed on straight.
When the last light had gone out in the house, he'd lurched to his feet, still awkward on them, then hobbled to the windowsill before jumping up to it. With a cry, he jumped out, and soared ungracefully into the Rivelata night... before crashing straight into the street below.
Undeterred, he stumbled back to his feet.
"I AM PERFECTLY ALRIGHT. I HAVE MERELY HAD A RUN-IN WITH GRAVITY. I WILL BE WORKING OUT THE LEGAL DOCUMENTS AND EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE," he shouted, starting to run down the road, wings spread.
"Verily! And forthwith the riders did
begin their longest journey
The hooves of the horses pounded fierce
upon the blackened earth
And something something
Possibly there was a frog
I hate poetry!" he said, and a dozen poets turned over in their graves.
WHAT: Bird!Zexion gets out of his house and goes running through the streets at about three in the morning, spouting bad poetry and generally annoying the shit out of people.
WHERE: The streets of Rivelata.
WHEN: the last night of the crescent moon, from about 2:30 am to whenever people manage to detain Zexion.
He'd only pretended to go to sleep.
Larxene had totally completely not fussed over him. It was quite odd, both Namine and Larxene almost seemed to get along in this regard. He was flattered, really. Or would be if his head was screwed on straight.
When the last light had gone out in the house, he'd lurched to his feet, still awkward on them, then hobbled to the windowsill before jumping up to it. With a cry, he jumped out, and soared ungracefully into the Rivelata night... before crashing straight into the street below.
Undeterred, he stumbled back to his feet.
"I AM PERFECTLY ALRIGHT. I HAVE MERELY HAD A RUN-IN WITH GRAVITY. I WILL BE WORKING OUT THE LEGAL DOCUMENTS AND EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE," he shouted, starting to run down the road, wings spread.
"Verily! And forthwith the riders did
begin their longest journey
The hooves of the horses pounded fierce
upon the blackened earth
And something something
Possibly there was a frog
I hate poetry!" he said, and a dozen poets turned over in their graves.