Fujishiro Nageki (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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ya_assemble2014-11-14 02:02 pm
carrierdove) wrote in ya_assemble2014-11-14 02:02 pm
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[LN] No, those aren't for pulling
"I said to stop pulling my feathers."
The voice is flat and unamused. There is a giant mourning dove (about the size of a large dog) perched on the banister overlooking the Globe of Belief, and there's a cluster of elves huddled near him, completely disregarding personal space and putting their hands through his feathers, occasionally trying to pull one. The dove seems to be glaring at them, but it's hard to tell since it's a fucking bird.
"Go away and leave me alone." He flares his feathers and gives a flap of the wings, kicking up enough wind to make the elves slide back. Normally, the invasion of personal space would deeply upset him, but the little things feel more like animals than people. It'd be like getting angry at a dog for trying to get too close and personal.
The elves hide behind objects to escape the wind, but they're already peeking out, gauging how long it will be before they can go investigate the feathers again.
The bird sighs and turns his attention back to the globe, watching lights flicker in and out. Maybe he should fly closer to get a better look.
The voice is flat and unamused. There is a giant mourning dove (about the size of a large dog) perched on the banister overlooking the Globe of Belief, and there's a cluster of elves huddled near him, completely disregarding personal space and putting their hands through his feathers, occasionally trying to pull one. The dove seems to be glaring at them, but it's hard to tell since it's a fucking bird.
"Go away and leave me alone." He flares his feathers and gives a flap of the wings, kicking up enough wind to make the elves slide back. Normally, the invasion of personal space would deeply upset him, but the little things feel more like animals than people. It'd be like getting angry at a dog for trying to get too close and personal.
The elves hide behind objects to escape the wind, but they're already peeking out, gauging how long it will be before they can go investigate the feathers again.
The bird sighs and turns his attention back to the globe, watching lights flicker in and out. Maybe he should fly closer to get a better look.
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He's lucky, this time, as Molly showed up and saw them heading back for the feathers. She's pretty good at dealing with them, as good as anyone can be when dealing with such stupid little things.
Molly, to be honest, has to fight not to do the same thing the elves were doing, because it's a GIANT TALKING BIRD, but she restrains herself. "Um, hi! I'm Molly, I don't think I've met you yet!"
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It said something about Raph's life that this wasn't even close to the weirdest thing he'd ever seen. After, all he was giant, talking turtle that had been raised by a giant talking rat and trained in ninjutsu. His own existence was the weirdest thing most people would ever see.
Raph liked birds. He wasn't sure if he'd like him when he talked back, but he had something of a way with the pigeons back home.
"So. Hi. You're new."
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