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middaeg2020-05-23 01:37 am
reluctantradiance) wrote in middaeg2020-05-23 01:37 am
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[Open] birds belong in the sky, not the sea
Who: Yuma and YOU! (4th wall welcome!)
When: Throughout May
Where: Various places within the city
What: Full moon shenanigans, learning to walk on a new set of feet, and learning the hard way whether or not birds can swim
Warnings: none!
[ Full Moon ]
[ Ever since forming his Bond with Kor, the full moons have been a lot more bearable. Sure, it was still alarming and upsetting, but overall it wasn't nearly as rough or even as painful as it was before. It also helped that Yuma was gradually becoming more at peace with his new existence. After all, being able to fly was still as enjoyable and freeing as ever, and the feathers weren't so bad once he figured out how to take care of them. He had adjusted to the monthly surge in changes, and he knew what to expect.
Or so he thought.
As though the world itself is determined to throw him a curveball, Yuma finds himself with a lot more shifting around than he was prepared for. He was suddenly covered in a lot more feathers, his wings and tail surged in size, and he looked nothing short of unkempt. If that weren't enough, the talons on his hands and feet grew longer, and his mouth was suddenly full of sharp, pointy teeth. He was a far cry from the usual gentle image he used to carry.
Anyone who comes to Yuma's room to look for him will find the window flung open and Yuma himself missing. Instead he's taken to the air above the city, soaring across the night sky, occasionally perching on buildings to stare at the ground below, hunched over like a feathery gargoyle. Though he mainly sticks to the harbor, he can also be frequently seen near his home, where he keeps an even more stern vigil over not just his residence, but also the curious pile of debris that's been accumulating on the roof. He won't be too unfriendly when approached or called out to, but that hardly means he won't be on edge. ]
[ Two Left Feet ]
[ The morning after the full moon was a lot less stressful. Whatever those changes were, they seemed more or less temporary this time. Yet some of them remained to a degree. Among them were the feathers he'd found in his hair and, much to his dismay, the sharp teeth.
He'd spent a good deal of time staring at them in the bathroom mirror, unsure of what to make of this development. The talons on his hands were bad enough - he'd gotten used to working around them, but he still didn't like them - and now he had to deal with his teeth, as well.
On top of all of this, his feet were different as well, looking a lot more bird-like than they did a few months ago. His boots were pretty much worthless now, as his feet no longer fit in them (and if they did, it was far from comfortable), but luckily he was able to keep his balance just fine if he went out barefoot.
Well, he can keep his balance most of the time. ]
GAH!
[ After wobbling for a few moments, his arms and wings flailing as he tries and fails to rebalance himself, Yuma finds himself tumbling forward. Right in the middle of the street. Ow. ]
[ The Harbor ]
[ Swimming isn't Yuma's strong suit. One would think that two additional limbs would make it even worse, but somehow that isn't quite the case. ...well, okay, the actual swimming bit is still tough, but he hasn't found it too difficult to stay afloat.
Which is a fairly good thing, considering he's diving straight towards the water from mid-flight.
There's a sizeable splash (and a few yelps) as Yuma lands, and several more that follow as he thrashes about in the water. Once he calms down, it's clear that he's a bit baffled about something, his expression twisted in confusion as his wings spread out over the surface of the water to help him stay afloat. After a while he starts making his way back to shore, occasionally trying to fly his way out of the water but not quite managing to get more than a foot or so out before going right back to floating again.
...he could use a hand. ]
When: Throughout May
Where: Various places within the city
What: Full moon shenanigans, learning to walk on a new set of feet, and learning the hard way whether or not birds can swim
Warnings: none!
[ Full Moon ]
[ Ever since forming his Bond with Kor, the full moons have been a lot more bearable. Sure, it was still alarming and upsetting, but overall it wasn't nearly as rough or even as painful as it was before. It also helped that Yuma was gradually becoming more at peace with his new existence. After all, being able to fly was still as enjoyable and freeing as ever, and the feathers weren't so bad once he figured out how to take care of them. He had adjusted to the monthly surge in changes, and he knew what to expect.
Or so he thought.
As though the world itself is determined to throw him a curveball, Yuma finds himself with a lot more shifting around than he was prepared for. He was suddenly covered in a lot more feathers, his wings and tail surged in size, and he looked nothing short of unkempt. If that weren't enough, the talons on his hands and feet grew longer, and his mouth was suddenly full of sharp, pointy teeth. He was a far cry from the usual gentle image he used to carry.
Anyone who comes to Yuma's room to look for him will find the window flung open and Yuma himself missing. Instead he's taken to the air above the city, soaring across the night sky, occasionally perching on buildings to stare at the ground below, hunched over like a feathery gargoyle. Though he mainly sticks to the harbor, he can also be frequently seen near his home, where he keeps an even more stern vigil over not just his residence, but also the curious pile of debris that's been accumulating on the roof. He won't be too unfriendly when approached or called out to, but that hardly means he won't be on edge. ]
[ Two Left Feet ]
[ The morning after the full moon was a lot less stressful. Whatever those changes were, they seemed more or less temporary this time. Yet some of them remained to a degree. Among them were the feathers he'd found in his hair and, much to his dismay, the sharp teeth.
He'd spent a good deal of time staring at them in the bathroom mirror, unsure of what to make of this development. The talons on his hands were bad enough - he'd gotten used to working around them, but he still didn't like them - and now he had to deal with his teeth, as well.
On top of all of this, his feet were different as well, looking a lot more bird-like than they did a few months ago. His boots were pretty much worthless now, as his feet no longer fit in them (and if they did, it was far from comfortable), but luckily he was able to keep his balance just fine if he went out barefoot.
Well, he can keep his balance most of the time. ]
GAH!
[ After wobbling for a few moments, his arms and wings flailing as he tries and fails to rebalance himself, Yuma finds himself tumbling forward. Right in the middle of the street. Ow. ]
[ The Harbor ]
[ Swimming isn't Yuma's strong suit. One would think that two additional limbs would make it even worse, but somehow that isn't quite the case. ...well, okay, the actual swimming bit is still tough, but he hasn't found it too difficult to stay afloat.
Which is a fairly good thing, considering he's diving straight towards the water from mid-flight.
There's a sizeable splash (and a few yelps) as Yuma lands, and several more that follow as he thrashes about in the water. Once he calms down, it's clear that he's a bit baffled about something, his expression twisted in confusion as his wings spread out over the surface of the water to help him stay afloat. After a while he starts making his way back to shore, occasionally trying to fly his way out of the water but not quite managing to get more than a foot or so out before going right back to floating again.
...he could use a hand. ]
The Harbor
Art thou quite all right?!
[He's also...not a good swimmer, though. But don't worry! He's been working on a solution to that problem!
He mutters a quick incantation, and gestures to his own feet. Seeing the inch or two of water around them recede from his sandals, he smiles with victory.]
I shall aid thee, hold fast!
[He hurries forward...and stops just a few steps in, the water closing around his calves, looking down now with dismay. His feet are still protected from the water, but rather than letting him stand on the surface as planned, they're just enclosed in their own air bubbles as he walks on the bottom like normal.]
I shall...aid thee...presently. Ah...
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...sort of? Maybe? It seems whoever's helping him is having just as hard a time as he is.
It's okay Urianger we believe in you]I think so!
[ He was just trying to catch a fish, believe it or not. And, well, he did get it...but right now he's let it go in favor of just getting ashore again. After a moment of remaining still to catch his breath, he tries once again to make his way towards shore. After a few kicks he tries to lift off into the air again, but doesn't get very high before he splashes back down in the water. He is about a foot or two closer to Urianger this time, though! It's progress, but it's taking a lot out of him. ]
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'Tis within my power to supply thee with a brief gust of wind at thy back. Timed to the height of thy leap, such might allow thee to soar once again...or at the very least, make greater progress in gliding toward shore than thou art able to manage under thine own power. If thou art amenable to the attempt?
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Y-Yeah, let's give it a try!
[ He doesn't mind swimming, but this whole idea was just a disaster; he's ready to dry off. He'll even take normal dry land over perching on a building right about now. ]
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Take to the skies once more, then, and at thy rise I shall aid the wind in filling thy wings!