middaeg | Greetings always followed by sweet goodbyes [Open]

Who: Majima Gorō and OPEN
When: June!
Where: Everywhere!
What: Giant chickens, runework, plus quests and basically a monthly catch-all.
Warnings: Violence in the sunbear fight thread. Salty language, maybe.

A: I'll call you Nugget

[ Whoever had said 'don't go borrowing trouble' had been a smart guy, a wise man indeed, but the thing about being told you could potentially learn to transform yourself into a totally rad magic animal was that Majima wanted to do it immediately. So it was a quiet day in the Haven, sure -- up until, with a brilliant burst of magical fireworks, a giant, six-foot tall feathery menace descended upon one of the courtyards, stalking through the garden. ]

Fuck.

[ Someone get an adult. ]

B: Runetchers

[ Majima looked up when the shop door opened. It was a slow day, which meant he'd been making progress with the pile of scrolls and other orders for enchanted items. It also meant that his fingers were cramped, and a little distraction couldn't hurt. ]

Hi there, welcome to Runetchers.

[ He stood, gave the potential customer a little bow in a show of impeccable good manners. ]

Are you lookin' for anything in particular?

Research Required (For Justine)

Oh, I... yeah. Is there any way we could skip that part?

[ Apparently, no one had told Majima that this particular research was going to require Bonding. Hey, don't get him wrong -- connections were important, and so was emotional support? But getting himself magically attached to someone when he still hadn't made peace with the idea of sticking around long-term didn't really strike him as the best of ideas.

...especially since he wasn't sure if he wanted to get un- magically attached. He looked around for a friendly face, wondering how the hell he was going to bullshit his way out of this one. ]

Pastoral Pursuit (For Iramaat)

Hey, uh. For what it's worth, I'm sorry about your ears.

[ Look, maybe while they were wandering out into the woods looking for some stray sheep was not the best time to bring this up? But hey, Iramaat's ears had been kind of cool, and she knew how to nab foxes, and Majima knew if he'd had to give up one of his favorite features, he'd be pretty pissed about it.

With no outward signs of change, it was fairly obvious what side of the monster-witch coin that Majima had ended up on. He climbed over a fallen tree trunk, careful not to stave in its soft trunk. ]

Wildcard

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[ The chicken looked at Yako, and in that one brief moment, it could be said that he reevaluated his life choices. Majima raised a scaly dinosaur-descendant claw-and-drumstick, as if to pre-fend off this new menace.

Look

no

don't resort to cannibalism, Yako. Which... this probably counted as? Maybe. ]

[ Look it's not cannibalism if you don't know it's a person! Unfortunately for Majima, when he raises that leg, Yako only sees it as her chance to get this bird off balance ... as well as a vivid picture of how much of a meal she can get out of him.

With a frankly frightening amount of speed and vigor, she lunges for Majima, already practictally drooling. Come to mama, chicken boy! ]

[ So he took off, flapping his chicken wings hard and probably throwing up a gust of dust and detritus while he was at it. ]

Hey! Hands off, girl! No molestin' the wildlife!

[ He only got maybe a body length or two above the ground, but that was enough to reach the garden overhang and perch there, glowering down at her like a turkey vulture. ]

Gah!

[ The surprise of her would-be meal accusing her of harassment brought Yako up short. The sudden change in momentum and the gust of wind caused her to fall bloomers over teakettle backwards into the garden dirt to stared up at him wide-eyed and appropriately terrified. Actually, there was something kind of familiar about the talking chicken's voice... ]

M-m-- [ Spit it out, Yako. ] Majima-san?!

[ Dammit. If only he could keep his big beak shut. ]

...uh, yeah. Surprise.

[ Now he'd probably have to explain himself. UNLESS HE DIDN'T. ]

Nice day out. Great for a walk.

...As a chicken?

[ Someday, Yako would get to have an interaction with Majima that wasn't some kind of ridiculous, but apparently that day wasn't going to be today. ]

[ Not today, NOR ANY DAY maybe who knew. ]

I mean, I wasn't expectin' anyone to tackle a six-foot feather dinosaur.

And speakin' of which, why the hell did ya even try? You see these spurs? I coulda kicked the stuffin' outta ya if I was a real giant chicken. They're mean as shit.

[ Never mind that 'a real giant chicken' was a ridiculous concept in and of itself, where was this conversation even going. ]

If I broke your neck fast enough, that wouldn't be a problem!

[ Wait, that sounded horrible. ]

I mean -- a chicken's still a chicken, right? If you were really a chicken, you wouldn't be that smart!

The fuck? That's horrifyin'.

[ Yep, not coming down off this overhang right this minute. He knew it was a mistake to trust a member of the law enforcement community. ]

Are pets on the menu? Should I be warnin' people about the Livestock Killer?

Augh! [ Yako closed her eyes, half-wailing— ]

I’m sorry for trying to attack you! Now can you stop being a chicken? Please?

Wait, is this some kinda weird compulsion?

[ was that why yako was closing her eyes, because she was compelled to try and attack and eat any edible animals in the vicinity? nah, that was too out there. surely she just felt sorta bad about trying to make lunch out of him.

Majima flapped his wings, ducked his head, and -- immediately his feet broke through the overhang. Well, hooves. There was now a fully-grown bull in place of the chicken, awkwardly half-cradled by the failing wood of the former structure; all he had to do was step out of it and down onto the grass.

Uh. ]

...I'm hungry.

[ Someone had gyudon on the brain. ]

[ Suddenly, Yako’s profoundly grateful she never attempted self-transmutation. If this is what a distracted mind can do ... well, at least a bull doesn’t excite the mind with possibilities the same as a chicken. ]

... You shouldn’t do magic on an empty stomach, you know.

[ Nobody taught her this rule, but it’s one she’s found more often handy than not. ]

Ain't seein' a whole lot of options, though. Unless ya want me to start eatin' the flowers in here.

[ Which would be terrible! Look at all the love and care someone must have put into them! Also they were possibly also magic, which might be Bad News if combined with the existing spell...? ]

Well, how long could this possibly last? I'm an amateur, and all.

Well...

[ Yako looks, worryingly, like she's seriously considering the pros and cons of that idea. ]

I suppose it's better to be safe than sorry. Not much to do but wait it out.

[ A pause. ]

Are you, um, going to need clothes when you change back?

[ Another pause. ]

Uh, I don't think so. I had clothes on when I turned into the chicken.

[ Obviously, right? Why wouldn't he? What kind of degenerate would be hanging around in random gardens without a stitch of clothing on, transforming themselves into barn animals? Clothed transmogrification, though -- that was a passtime of discerning ex-criminals. ]

...got any loose change?

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