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Post by DanteMGalileo on Apr 13, 2019 13:16:21 GMT -5
A blonde head popped out of a tree, scanning the area for anything. After nothing, it shrunk back in.
"Nobody knows we're here. We're safe so long as nobody hears us in this tree." Liderc motioned for the other angel in the tree to please try to keep his voice down. "So... I take it your powers haven't returned yet, either." The taller angel sighed and pushed back against the trunk as much as his wings would let him. His now mostly-useless wings, he reminded himself.
"I swear, some power-related lactating red edible flesh manure always occurs this time, every revolution!" He slammed his face into his hands. "At least the last two times, I got something! And Mic, when was the last time you cleaned your coat?! It smells like edible flesh and meat from the deep! And you know my feelings on eating sentient creatures!"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 13, 2019 13:34:35 GMT -5
"Nope! No fuego!" Mic chirped back, at least a little quieter than usual. He crouched there on a thick branch, rooting through every inner and outer pocket of his coat in search of something. "And I can almost guarantee you that this wasn't my fault. I mean, my portable nullifier isn't even halfway done yet...!"
As he blindly continued his self-contained scavenger hunt, Mic sadly glanced up at Liderc. He understood why the Keruv was so frustration, absolutely. Anyone would be in this situation. It was easy to feel useless in such unfavorable and uncontrollable circumstances. Still, the little yellow angel did have one question, but he found himself being questioned about his coat before he could ask it. "What, this? Well, I wear it every light cycle, sure, but I try to empty everything out and wash it any time I launder." He tentatively sniffed the garment's inner lining to be sure. Smelled no different than what he was used to.
Dropping the topic of odors for a moment, Mic turned back to Liderc and awkwardly asked, "With all due respect, sir... why are we hiding up here?"
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Apr 13, 2019 13:46:46 GMT -5
"... Okay, if it's not you, then what is it...?"
Oh well. Might as well indulge Mic. If only to make the light cycle go by faster. "Because less people see you in here. That, and it can be an emergency food source if need be. Observe." Reaching out, Liderc plucked an apple. It looked like a Grandmother Smew, but more rounded. "See?" Bite. Wow Liderc, your teeth are not meant for a plant-based diet. "J-Just fine. Why bother with edible flesh when you can eat hard sweet deciduous blooms instead?"
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR THAT!!"
"Yeah, if you can even find me..." Advantages of hiding from an idiot. "But seriously. What is that stench? Poke your command locus out and see if you can't find the offender."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 13, 2019 13:59:41 GMT -5
"Well, yes, I suppose so, but what is our purpose for hiding?" Mic meekly reiterated. "I like seed-bearing flowering structures as much as the next guy, but I'm more confused as to how and why we ended up in this situation than I am content to resign myself to it."
Sighing, opting to remain bewildered for a moment longer even if he didn't like it, Mic turned away from Liderc and the tree trunk, directing his attention towards the smells that the breeze carried. Sure, the predominant scent wasn't an especially pleasant one, but he honestly wasn't that bothered by it.
"Ninja..." Nonetheless, Mic shimmied up the branch and peeked through the leafy branches, meticulously scanning the goings on in the park. "Hmm, well... I see a rubbish receptacle next to the path. That could be it. Not much else going on. A few people taking walks, playing with their barking beasts, one guy's having his mid-cycle meal over there..."
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Apr 13, 2019 15:00:40 GMT -5
"Did you somehow miss my cacophonic half-brother? He's out for my blood! For some reason!" Liderc sighed, watching Mic climb up the tree, settling for a bored expression as the little angel prattled off what he saw. Okay, sounded normal enough. Normal enough to not explain the smell. "Hang on, I'm coming up." Oh how he was glad his athleticism was still there.
"Let's see... if we combine your binocular vision with my superior depth perception, we should be able to find the stench..." Placing a hand over his forehead, Liderc looked around. Okay, there's the walkers, the people with barking beasts...
Hang on, what was that guy eating?!
"Mic! I found the odo- GAH!!!"
Bang bang bang goes the Liderc as he falls from the tree.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 13, 2019 16:45:39 GMT -5
"YIPE-!!!" Taking Mic with him, obviously. "HEAD! BACK! SHOULDER! FACE! OOF!!!"
"Hallo!" The young, blue-haired man sitting alone at the park bench jumped from the sudden racket taking place behind him. He promptly set aside his sandwich and turned around to see two fellows with wings and odd skin pigments fall from a nearby tree, the green one landing atop the smaller yellow one.
"Ahhhhh-ha-haow..." Mic whined, face-down in the grass beneath his commander. "I landed on my anatomy reconfiguration module..."
The young man furrowed his unibrow at the two winged figures, stepping away from his lunch and approached them with folded arms and an undefinable accent. "You there! Why do you interrupt Rolf's harmonious luncheon with your aerial tomfoolery? Were you colorful fellows observing Rolf's private affairs from this tree?"
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Apr 13, 2019 17:15:24 GMT -5
"... Oh, I'm going to feel that later. I think I shattered my shame receiving chamber."
Liderc slowly looked up, groaning. Okay, he was alive. At least they weren't quite as squishy as a human, even if their abilities were. And then, the strange human with an accent he couldn't even begin to place. East Erpouean? Southern Aicarme? Central Fircaan? Hell if he knew. The human referring to himself in third person wasn't helping.
"... Did we what Rolf's what? No, we just fell. From the tree. That we were hiding in. To avoid the guy trying to make us into limeade."
"YOU CAN'T HIDE FOREVER"
"... Mic, what is the expression about a rock and a hard place?"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 13, 2019 19:36:10 GMT -5
"You mean like... being between them?" Mic wheezed, only barely managing to lift his head up about an inch. "Like I am? Ha ha... Still being crushed..."
"Do not rile Rolf's radish!" Rolf continued irately. "Rolf will not dirty his hands in your shenanigans if you do not dirty yours in Rolf's."
"Y-Yeah, that's fair..." Mic squeaked, awkwardly weaseling his way out from underneath Liderc and propping himself up on his knees. "We didn't mean to bother you with our affairs, sir. Very sorry! We can take our business elsewhere if you wish!"
"Hmm." Rolf pursed his lips and tapped his chin, scrutinizing the little yellow angel. Then he put on a hearty smile, his discolored teeth on full display. "Rolf accepts this apology, sunny-feathered boy! No harm done! Now off you go. Rolf wishes you well against this adversary." The tall young man then turned around and prepared to return to his picnic...
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Apr 14, 2019 12:22:45 GMT -5
There was a groaning sound as Liderc got off Mic, slowly patting himself and the little angel down for injures. Okay, they had some, but they could bounce back from those once they got their powers back. Assuming they got their powers back. "... Okay, I'll admit it. The tree was not my brightest idea." Understatement of the revolution there. But hey, he's had dumber ideas.
Liderc sniffed, his scent detector crinkling. "Mic, is it me, or is that smell coming from the human with a strange accent and rancid teeth?"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 14, 2019 12:40:25 GMT -5
"Well, he was eating lunch before we interrupted him," Mic meekly responded.
"Yes, and Rolf does not have enough to share," Rolf added over his shoulder as he sat back down at the table. "Goodbye!"
With that said, Rolf picked his lunch back up: a large, partially-eaten sub sandwich overstuffed with an odd assortment of ingredients poking out between the bread. Tentacles, a whole fish, undefinable deli meats, a tongue, a chicken leg... no, not a drumstick, a literal chicken leg.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Apr 14, 2019 13:04:44 GMT -5
...
What...
What... was... that?!
Okay, the sandwich itself was disgusting to Liderc (or maybe it was just his blood thumper combustion talking), what with the tentacles, the cuts of edible flesh, and whole scaled swimming beast. But that thing?! Who the hell would eat that?!
"Pardon me," Liderc walked up to Rolf, a strained sort of smile on his face. "But what the bloody hell are you eating?" The green angel gestured to the chicken leg. "Okay, maybe you're of the carnivorous family, I get that. But why, why would you eat a bird?!"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 14, 2019 13:23:08 GMT -5
"Eeeeeuuuuuhhhhh..." Sure, Mic was a chatterbox on most days, but even he knew that broaching this topic with this odd, random stranger was wholly unnecessary and not something he wanted to be a part of. "Sir?"
Rolf's mouth hung open as Liderc interrupted him mere inches from biting into his raised sandwich. Once the question was on the table, Rolf lowered his arms and looked to the angel indignantly. "You question Rolf's conduct?! Rolf has great respect for the domestic fowl, for it provides life-bringing nourishment with its flesh and eggs! Does this bother you, avian one? Rolf is also accustomed to the consumption of mammal flesh and you do not hear him complaining about this!"
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Apr 14, 2019 13:36:13 GMT -5
"... What even is a mammal?" Liderc whispered to Mic, hoping that the little angel would know just what the hell that meant.
Anyways, back to the carnivorous human. Liderc was taller, yeah, but with no powers, he was starting to take a few steps backwards. "W-Whoa there, unibrow! I didn't mean to insult your culture, or your animal husbandry good grief that's a really dumb word but I'm starting to think that we may be more than a few genuses removed? Oh Faravahar..."
Oh lower appendage midpoints, please don't fail me now. "... Are you going to slap me with a scaled swimming beast?"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 18, 2019 13:36:23 GMT -5
"Well, sir, mammals are an order of animals distinguished by the presence of mammary glands with which females produce milk for their young, fur or hair, a neocortex, and in most cases, live births rather than reproduction via eggs," Mic gladly elaborated, though he was still visibly wary of the nearby human. "Humans are considered mammals by these standards, but they have been known to breed lactating red edible flesh hooved beasts and oinking white edible flesh beasts specifically for the purpose of slaughter and consumption."
"Hmm... Rolf sees who possesses the think box among you," Rolf noted aloud.
"...Thank you?" Mic wasn't sure how else to respond to that.
Hunger giving way, Rolf took an oversized bite out of his mix-and-match sandwich, turning back to Liderc as he chewed. With his cheek still mostly stuffed, the young man continued, "Yes. It is plain to see that Rolf and you winged fellows fall from different trees, and Rolf is not referring to this tree. Rolf has no intention of causing harm to you, verdant one, for Rolf has seen stranger beasts since his arrival to this new land. But you would do well not to frazzle the son of a shepherd further. Rolf is wise to the ways of the tall and buffoonish, as well as the small and deafening."
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Apr 18, 2019 15:09:13 GMT -5
"Verdant? I'd say I'm more turquoise?" Liderc muttered to himself. Okay, the strange human wasn't going to slap him with a scaled swimming beast. What a relief, that stuff took forever to clean out of clothes. "Buffoonish? I get where you got short and deafening from, and tall, but..."
Oh fuck that's a really terrible train of thought! Let's just abort that now! "Fine, fine, everything's fine! We don't need to be here much longer, right Mic? Right?" Actually, considering the rather impressive physique on the human. "You can take us in! We'll do work for you! Just anything to keep us safe from my batshit brother! He's got my aggression for the light cycle, just cranked up!"
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