ATTACK OF THE BIRD! [SO TOTALLY OPEN. OPEN LIKE YOUR MOM'S LEGS]

[book_of_mirage]

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

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[kaiwaia_prince]

It was unfortunate when Yuki woke in the middle of the night, and even more unfortunate to wake up due to screaming from the streets outside. Sighing, he pushed his way out of bed and moved over to his opened window to peer down to the ground below.

Well.

There was a bird. In the street. Spouting poetry.

This must have been one of the reported cases of people turning into animals. Oddly enough, this person-turned-animal seemed to retain some semblance of humanity, and hadn't been completely consumed by the disease. It was incredibly curious.

After grabbing a shirt and checking up on the members of the household, Yuki made his way to the front door on the first floor and closed it quietly behind him as he stepped outside.

The bird didn't seem at all that threatening or violent, but Yuki's reflexes would kick in if the time came to make a quick escape.

"A frog, you say? You're going to wake the whole island up," he said to the bird, incredibly calm given the situation. But it wasn't as though he hadn't seen people-turned-animals

[book_of_mirage]

Zexion circled the boy, bobbing his head up and down to get a better look, wings akimbo. "Yes, a frog. Not a rat. Rats are furry and for cats not birds, I should think. Frogs or fishes or maybe just some watercress grass perhaps perhaps or a flight or perhaps a book of Robert Frost. No, wait, I like Robert Frost. Perhaps T.S. Eliot instead. Pretentious bastard."

He fluttered his wings a bit, and then began to sing.
"I'm not a lumberjack
Which isn't OK!
I run all night
and I sleep all dayyy~"

[kaiwaia_prince]

"Rats are not for cats! They can do so much better than that. Cats are despicable creatures." He watched the bird with a cautious eye, but remained calm and shifted only to ensure he didn't come into contact with it.

"You really aren't making any sense at all, and I think you have your sleeping schedule messed up. You ought to go back home. The more people you wake up, the more likely you are to get into a heap of trouble."

Play it nice and cool, at least until this thing started nipping at him. So far, again, no reason for alarm. Why was he out here, anyway? He didn't usually run off into situations like this.

[book_of_mirage]

"Not making sense, no. My sleep schedule has been rather unfortunately disrupted by my sudden transformation into a bird," he said, sounding, for the moment, mostly lucid.

Which really didn't last long.

He began nibbling at Yuki's clothes, more as if he was looking for something. "Do YOU have a froggy?"

[kaiwaia_prince]

Well, he could very well see that, couldn't he?

As the bird began nibbling at his clothing, Yuki began regretting the absolutely brilliant idea to come outside to greet one of the transformed and possibly dangerous residents of Rivelata. What had he been thinking?

Perhaps waking so suddenly to something so familiar and yet so incredibly odd had given him a temporary and incredibly rare lapse in judgment.

"No, I do not have a 'froggy,'" he replied as he shifted around, gently shooing the bird off. "Generally, birds sleep at night. ...Do you have a name? We should see if I can get you back home."

[book_of_mirage]

"Home, home, alas, dear lad
I have no promises to keep
But miles to go before I sleep..."

With that, the bird turned and began running, large wings flapping as he took flight - somewhat less awkwardly than last time.

"AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP~"