Poultrygeist (15) : As Destiny City is a bustling metropolis, it’s not unexpected that there should be some strange animals running the streets. Sometimes it’s a tiger, sometimes a monkey, sometimes a chicken. Sometimes it’s something worse. Strange egg clusters have appeared in Destiny City’s parks and officials aren’t really sure what they are; these eggs have nothing inside of them. Though it’s an anomaly, they are chalking it up to teenaged pranks. However, they have advised to just leave the eggs as they are. Nobody wants to say why, but if you’re out late at night, you’ll find out. In the darkness, whispered between the sounds of the city: a guttural, rasping cluck. The creature stands on stilt-like legs, rooted to the ground with razor-sharp talons. It wears a cloak of long, oily feathers that drag on the ground with a sinister scraping. If you stare into the darkness, piercing red eyes stare back at you. That’s all it takes for a confrontation: a mangled bird, maybe a chicken in another life, comes barreling out at you. It stands easily as tall as a person, but the proportions are all wrong. The smell of sulfur follows it as it lunges, pecking and screaming and scratching as it attempts to chase you away. Maybe, from the nests full of empty eggs. The battles are fierce, but fleeting; it will viciously try to chase you away but the effects are always the same: at some point, the eggs are crushed. As always, there’s nothing inside of them, but with one final wail, the bird will vanish into a plume of foul smoke.
Ever since her and Achird had found that stupid ******** chicken, Karakorum had been keeping an extra eye out for the strange eggs that seemed to be appearing in the city. Nothing so far, at least, which was a positive. She was starting to think about turning back, except she rounded an alleyway corner, and--there.
There, towards the back, a nest. With ********>" Karakorum swore, and she drew her bow, raising it up and pointing it into the darkness. "Come out, you son of a c**k," (it seemed more appropriate than "son of a b***h," all things considered) "and get these arrows to the face."
Could it hear her? Could it understand her? Could she even be sure the stupid ******** evil chicken was lurking? Karakorum did not have the answers to those questions. All she had was the determination necessary to shoot the stupid bird in the face if it showed.
Destiny City was full of so much bullshit. Sometimes, she hated knowing as much about it as she did. But on the other hand, she got to look hot and fight monsters, and that was a positive. So, you know, ups and downs.
xxgenovianprince
Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 8:05 pm
Amateru rarely went out on his own. His magic wasn't battle-ready by himself. At least, not until he reached Eternal again. He wrinkled his nose slightly at the thought. Of course the thousand years had destroyed him, worn away at his magical abilities until he was barely better than a chibi senshi. His ears lowered and he shook his head to try to rid himself of the thoughts. He hadn't actually cared about this problem, not until Elkurud had returned from space. Sighing, he held his head high and made his way through the dark streets. His magic may not have been that intimidating as a basic senshi, but his body was still intimidating, and he could use that to his advantage. Most people would probably assume his magic was violent, anyway, based on his appearance as the Senshi of Cattle.
Sensing a Squire nearby, he decided to head towards them. It couldn't hurt to make a new friend, after all.
He noticed immediately that she was aiming her weapon at something—something he couldn't see or sense with his aura sense. Was a civilian pointing a gun at her or something?
"Hey," he called as he stepped in. "Is everything—"
An animalistic screech rang in his ears and he paused, turning around.
"I think the thing yer fixin' to shoot is over here," he called over his shoulder without taking his eyes off the beady ones of the fowl beast.
Oh, hello. Kara had to admit, she was pretty delighted to see the big, beefy Senshi that showed up to back her up. Was every alien stupid hot?
(Why did the idea of hitting on him make her think of Achird with a flash of guilt? Ugh, maybe things were a little serious between them and maybe she would just Not Flirt. Probably for the best.)
"There's this--" She started, and then there came the noise, and she slowly turned, aiming her bow and calling on her magic.
"Yeah. That's the thing. Evil chicken. I'd say 'don't ask,' but I bet it's not even like, in the top ten weirdest s**t you've seen." A thousanbd year old alien? Totally had to be used to random magic bullshit. "Its nest is at the other end of the alley. I'll keep it occupied. Smash the eggs and it'll disappear."
She fired her arrow, and the chicken screeched, charging at her as soon as it was struck.
genovianprince
Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 9:21 pm
Normally, Amateru would object harshly to smashing an animal's treasured eggs. However, these seemed to be special circumstances with a magical creature that wanted to kill them, and if simply running away wouldn't get it to leave them alone... With a wince, he turned and sprinted down the alley at the same time the evil chicken began to charge. He felt extremely unsettled by this situation and had a feeling that that feeling would not go away for at least a day.
He charged over the nest and stomped on the eggs as hard as he could, crushing all of them in three short stomps. He hated having to look down, rooted in the same spot for several seconds, to ensure he got every last one, before he could look up and gauge where the beast was and how the Squire was doing, in case she needed his help—or if he had to cut his losses and try to keep running.
Oh, good. Karakorum did love her a man who could follow orders. Off he went, and off she went, dodging around the chicken and firing another shot at it. It kept coming at her, and she kept moving, grinning the whole time.
"Great job!" She called back at the hot cowboy, slide-rolling out of the way and hearing that eerie screech that had previously heralded the chicken vanishing. And there it was--the poof of smoke, and no more angry bird.
The smell was still gross, but honestly, that was tolerable. She stood up, twirling her bow and flashing her new fighting buddy a grin.
"Thanks, dude," she said, "this thing really is a two-person operation. I'm Karakorum of Cybele, and it has been a pleasure killing a weird chicken with you." She swept a bow, a little bit of a dramatic flourish. Honestly, though, this was going pretty well, all things considered.
genovianprince
Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 9:30 pm
He exhaled a large sigh of relief, probably more dramatic than the situation truly called for, truth be told. The smell hardly bothered him though; working with the sacred cattle of his world had ensured he was exposed to all manner of unpleasant smells. This one didn't register on his radar as bad so much as mildly dangerous—but with no signs of anything explosive, he attributed it to just the scent and not that the evil chicken left behind a true flammable gas.
"Nice to meet ya," he said, bowing his head a little in response to her. "'M Amateru, o'Cattle. If you need any healin', lemme know. I wasn't privy to your fight with it, given my own with the eggs."
Karakorum laughed, more than a little exultant in her victory. She checked herself over, briefly, and shook her head. "No real damage, but thanks. I'll be fine."
Honestly, she'd gotten lucky with that thing so far, and she hoped it continued. Killing that chicken was starting to be pretty fun.
...Maybe that was an indication of a problem. Oh well.
