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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[Cloud throws open a door and ducks inside, leaving it open as an invitation to Majima about getting in.

As soon as the other does, a towel will be held out. To cover himself with.]

[ Majima grabbed the towel at about the same time as the rest of his chicken body exploded in a burst of black feathers, and though he was able to wrap the cloth around his waist, there was still the rest of him exposed to the open air of Cloud's home.

He was tall, of course, built lean, but the most striking characteristic at this point in time was the riot of color inked into his skin, extending over his chest, biceps, and back. Bright red blooming flowers over dark waves of wind and clouds, through which white serpents wound. A pale, intimidating horned mask drawn on his back.

Whoops. ]

Uh... sorry 'bout the mess, hold on a sec.

[ And there he was, writing a series of runes in the air. The feathers shivered, then began to move back towards their former wearer, gathering from the crevices from which they'd escaped so dramatically mere moments ago. ]

[The tattoos were very impressive. Cloud still feels himself having to at least glance away. He was by no means a prude, but it seemed rude to stare at Majima at the moment.

The feathers going back to Majima was something. Cloud himself was more skilled at the destructive arts than anything else.]

You've been practicing a lot.

About the only thing I've got to do around this place.

[ Look, Majima wasn't super thrilled about this whole situation -- first he'd showed up in magical witch land, then he'd discovered he wasn't even half as strong as he used to be, then he'd turned into a giant chicken...

Okay, that last part was partially his fault. ]

Don't mean to be picky or anythin', but... would ya happen to have a pair of spare pants? This towel's great and all, but... you know.

[ The journey back to his place was going to be a real walk of shame if he didn't figure something else out. Most of the feathers had collected in a pile now, though a few stubborn bits of fluff meandered about in little circles, like slightly dimwitted dogs that didn't quite understand something was expected of them. ]

I hear ya.

[Cloud nods and heads upstairs. It takes a minute before he comes down with two pairs.]

I don't know if you'll fit better into mine or the ones Zack used to wear.

Uh, let's go with Zack's, if I got a choice.

[ After all, Majima had something like five inches on Cloud... though maybe not with the hair? At any rate, he held his hand out to accept the spare clothes. ]

Thanks. I'll be sure to get these back to ya.

[Zack's pants are handed over. They're much roomier than Cloud's.]

I'll let Zack know his pair went to a good cause if you don't.

Thanks. If you could, uh. Look away?

[ LOOK. Cloud had been a gentleman so far, ok. Let him have this. Providing that Cloud did, Majima would slip into the spare pair of pants. Much better! ]

So about this Sunshine of yours...

[Wow. Now Majima is shy? Cloud snorts softly as he looks out a window.]

I keep her in the back garden. Follow me.

[Time to go see a chocobo!]

[ Look. Look. Sometimes when he was an exploding chicken, it temporarily made him forget about all concerns about modesty, ok

It was Fine. Majima changed quickly, and then followed Cloud out to the garden. ]

She don't eat your flowers?

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