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

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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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[nixe_eva]

Great. Zexion was now a were-crane. Freaking delightful. He certainly wasn't her friend, but he was a member of the Council, and it would be a major blow to the Resistance if the psycho were-huntress found him like this. She'd left the note for Larxene, who was sure to find it, and tried to go back to her normal routine. Which, lucky for her, meant nighttime flights and her usual insomnia, both enforced and habitual.

Max spotted the crane with her raptor vision, even in the crescent-moon light. She glared and swooped, intending to grab him and hold him until Larxene could take the renegade bird back to her house to deal with him.

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Zexion was far, far less graceful than Max, and thus found himself suddenly snatched. Lucky for him, nothing broke, but he was quite displeased.

"Unhand me, lady Maxine, or I shall be forced to turn you into a SHRUBBERY," he shouted, trying to peck and scratch at her.

[nixe_eva]

Max was used to holding an eighty poud dog and a Scottie who refused to shut up about "refined" culture and spoke French. Annoying were-crane Zexion calling her a name she hated?

It took all her willpower not to drop the bird and go away.

"With your magical voodoo, I'm so afraid, Zexion." She muttered, landing on a rooftop to pin his feathers. "I've got mutant strength you can't dream of in that form, and there's no way you're running around this city where you could possibly infect people and endanger your own life." She look him directly in the eyes. "If I become a crane, God forbid, you owe me."

The pecks were nothing more than an annoyance right now. The fear of lycanthropy had been washed away when her body suddenly went into battle mode. A little bit of blood seeped out from where he broke the skin, but injury was the least of Max's worries.

"And I know exactly how to disable wings." Her brown eyes seemed to be on fire. Why hadn't she decided to bring rope just this once?

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He continued to struggle vainly. The small, logical part of his brain said that he should let her take him home as it really WASN'T safe out there for him, but even that part resented being pinned. He squirmed.

"I said let me go," he hissed, anger and resentment swelling in his breast.

As he said that, pain shot through every bone in his body. He squawked, convulsing, as suddenly his bones ceased to be hollow.

[nixe_eva]

Max held him tighter, even though, she noted, he was getting heavier and suddenly weighed way more than he should. She doubted he had eaten lead, so she was trying to figure out why he was. "Birdbrain." She muttered, muscles working with her to keep the bird from moving. It wasn't hard to keep wings of his size held against his body when you had wings and knew precisely how they functioned.

There were feathers being dropped everywhere. What was happening? It was like an Eraser going wolf... only... a bird and backwards. A small part of her guessed he was shifting back, but she'd never encountered werecreatures, and had no way of realizing exactly how weird things were going to get.

This, she guessed, proved how birdbrained she was. Oh, yes, let's go chase and get bitten by the crane that spouts bad poetry.

[book_of_mirage]

Going in, there had been almost no pain, simply a kind of strange detachment and lethargy. Coming out? Oh Light, it was as if his every cell was on fire as his entire body re-arranged its structure from bird to human, beak melting back into lips, neck shortening, spine lengthening, fingers splitting from wingbones, claws changing back into feet and toes. He couldn't even think for all the pain. Feathers fell away as his bones shifted themselves into new positions and his skull re-shaped itself into something more human. There was a loud, keening noise - he slowly realized that it was himself, screaming. The pain, oh Light and Shadow it was as bad as when Axel had tried to kill him, those last few moments before he'd been whisked to Rivelata, oh Light...

and then it was over. He could only lay limply in Max's arms, for the moment completely dazed. Every inch of him hurt.