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 Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 7:52 am
It was a calm, lovely Spiderday afternoon. The pumpkin sun was high in the sky, partially blocked by grey clouds that just added to the already lovely atmosphere... And then a little yellow bird - that was shaped a little like a triangle - flew in West's window. If it was shut, the bird did not seem to notice, smashing through all obstacles in its way to get to its destination; in fact, if West looked out his window, he might notice that some of the nearby trees had gained a new triangular-bird-shaped hole.
Badly bruised and more than just a little bloodied from its adventure, the bird just squawked, flapping its tiny wings before depositing a note in West's room. The note, torn in places and dirty from its journey to the demon, wrote:
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 8:21 am
He had been in his relatively new kitchen, burning some eggs for a snack, when he'd heard a crash. West was immediately reminded of the last time he'd had to have a broken window replaced, and sure enough, when he reentered the main room of his dorm, there was a yellow triangle bird bleeding all over his rug. He could have easily been driven to some rage of his own, but persistent, brightly colored birds were the calling card of his mentor, and West was actually... excited to see the irritating Trick or Treater. He fished through the broken glass and took the note over to his desk. A code!
Forty-five minutes later, the demon wandered into Bird Park, his hands shoved into the pockets of an older jacket. He remembered just how much Rage's birds liked to s**t all over everything, and although "Krap drib" had proven to have nothing to do with crap as he had originally guessed, it had caused him to rethink his wardrobe. West half expected one of the winged rats to divebomb him at any moment.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 9:13 am
"Heeeey, kid," As if calling out to the demon wasn't enough to get his attention, a small, upset looking red bird was tossed in his direction, aimed for his equally-red head. Once West turned around, he would notice the ToTer, in his usual get-up, seated on the branch of a tall tree in the 'Mighty' enclosure. The branch couldn't be reached without climbing the tree... Or you know, flying up, "Took you long enough."
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 9:52 am
West turned, the bird smacking into his forehead as he frowned up at his mentor. "Yeah, I..." He really didn't want to admit that it had taken him a half an hour to decode that message. Once he'd figured it out, he'd felt like a complete dumbass for not seeing it sooner.
"I was... eatin'." Actually, he'd thrown his food out once he'd received this summons, but there was no need to share that. He took a couple of steps closer to the tree, squinting up at the ghost. "Am I comin' up there?" In West's mind, he could have just as easily been ordered to dance around under a barrage of tiny birds, so it was probably best to ask.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 9:59 am
"It depends on if you prefer talking to me on the same level, or if you would rather I talk down to you, kid," Was the only answer West was going to get, "So, I heard that the ponies are making their move. It's Jacking funny how they are playing nice with the students from your school."
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 10:31 am
Well, he had set himself up for that one, hadn't he? West hesitated for a moment, a frown marring his features. He had accepted that his wings were good in a fight, but he still had problems just whipping them out for more princessy activities like flapping around in trees.
"Fine," he muttered under his breath. The white, feathery things poofed into place and he took off from where he stood, stirring up the grass beneath his feet. Launching himself like that might have been appropriately ragey and good for emergencies, but it never failed to leave him in quite a bit of pain the next day. West landed clumsily a couple of branches away from Rage, barely waiting for the ToTer to finish speaking before his fists pummeled the bark at his sides and he hissed, "That b***h... that ********' Medea's the problem. Their islands were cool, an' I had no beef with them stayin' after those pissy humans wrecked their s**t, but they..." He sucked in a breath and relaxed his hands, laying his palms flat and looking down at the ground. "They can play all they want." He was never trusting another horseman again, not even a War one. Okay, fine. Maybe Eris.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 2:27 pm
West's punch caused the two Mighty - and their chick - to squawk unhappily from their nest on the very top of the tree; either they respected his strength or realized that he was with Rage, but either way, they didn't attack or try to poop on him like they normally would.
"Do you know why they are not exactly welcomed in Halloween, although they are also made of Fear?" He asked idly, surprisingly calm as he yawned, pulling his hood over his eyes. Leaning against the trunk of the tree, he continued, "Halloween has this no killing humans policy, kid... That cult DETH just takes it to the extreme. On the other extreme are the ponies, and that Medea is the most extreme pony of all."
He rubbed the fabric of his hood between his thumb and index finger, "I'm guessing there's something in your school that interests her, so she's playing nice... Or have the lot of you ended up being her pawns already?"
To be honest, he wouldn't be surprised; a bunch of students verses someone as old as Medea? Eh. Besides, from what he had heard, those students kept walking into traps. Willingly. It was either bravery or stupidity.
"However, I didn't ask you here to talk about ponies. You should have figured that much. It's your first assignment. I need you to tick off at least 2 students with these-" He grinned, leaning away from the tree to look at West, even though his eyes were obscured by his hood. Reaching into his cloak, the ToTer produced a small wooden chest, which was tossed at the boil. It contained several capsules that looked like they came from a Gachapon machine, "They contain the bird minipet equivalent of catnip. You toss them at a person? WHAM. Birds start flying towards them, shitting on them like it's snowing in Christmas town. It's fun to watch, so take photos. Make sure you come back only when you have two photos, and I really want to see the anger in their eyes. I'm going to make you redo the assignment till you get it, otherwise."
[OOC:
> You may do this as a PRP or ORP or Solo!
> For PRP/ORP, just rp it out as per usual; idk about you, but I think most students will get angry when they're being chased around by birds and being pooped on; it does not need to be a new PRP/ORP. However, just keep in mind that this ICly takes place after the Horsemen raid on Deus!
> For Solo, do as you will as with a PRP/ORP; however, for each "person" you anger via solo, that solo must be 500 words. For example, you decide on one PRP and one Solo; that solo must be 500 words. However, if you decide that you would rather Solo both encounters, that solo must be 1000 words for it to count.]
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