8th Protocol--[847 Goldberg and the surrounding property]

[idkmybfforin]

[As hollow as her head was at times, even Utsuho couldn’t not notice the changes that had come over the town lately.

It made her realize she had been slacking in chasing intruders off of “her” territory…mostly, because she was confused as to where that was supposed to be. The old house…there was no one in it she recognized as family in it anymore. This other house had a Satori-like figure in it and was a place to get food, so it probably counted…

In any case, it was reason enough to get the hell raven perched on the roof in her humanoid form, wings spread and braced against the peak of the roof like bipods. Her crouching posture doesn’t stop her from glancing furtively down the roads whenever something goes by—a person or a car. As long as it keeps on moving—or she recognizes the person in a favorable way—things are rosy and Okuu does nothing.

It’s if whatever-it-may-be doesn’t that things might get festive, as this is obviously a challenge! And made Okuu puff up her feathers to look twice as big as she already did and hiss.

…yes, even if you just stopped at the mailbox. Or with the daily paper.]

((OOC: Okuu is unaffected by any AUs.))

Comments

Balin is in Bad End AU mode!

[walking_nuke]

[Look who's coming home from work, Okuu! It's your arch-rival Satori-like figure's "husband!"]

[... Though he seems a little more sullen than usual. Maybe he's been affected by whatever's been happening since Friday, too.]

[Also, he's not paying too much attention for any possible interception by big bird-women.]

[idkmybfforin]

[Oh, it's you.

...that is Balin, right?

Okuu hops down to the porch roof instead, with enough weight and force to make the structure creak but not collapse. And she peeeeers at him.]

[walking_nuke]

[Balin doesn't react until right when Utsuho lands down in front of him—]

Yo.

[—Upon which he goes to duck under her and try to enter the house.]

[idkmybfforin]

[NOPE. NOT ALLOWED.

Utsuho leans the rest of the way over the overhang to grab the colllar of Balin's shirt and drag him back out into the yard again.]

[walking_nuke]

[Only after he's picked up by the collar does Balin react, grabbing onto the hand that's got a hold of his shirt. This is mostly a ruse ... for now.]

The fuck you doin'—?

[answerer_sword]

...Reiuji.

[Bazett leans over the mailbox, graping it as if it were a crutch. It seems she has gotten lost again. Where...was Atlasia's house again.]

[She cannot tell it it is the blood loss, but it feels like she cannot control her body or her senses. Her head is heavy and her vision alternatively blurs and sharpens. Even as she wills herself to stand, it is as if her legs will not obey her.]

[idkmybfforin]

[That sure is someone bleeding over there.

...why were they bleeding, again? Okuu was fairly sure she didn't put them there.]

Unyu?

[THOUGH PLEASE DO CONTINUE BLEEDING OUT OVER THERE.

Okuu will probably eat you when you're dead.]

[answerer_sword]

W-what?

[She stares at the girl.]

[idkmybfforin]

Oh, I thought you were dying.

Why are you bleeding over there?

[answerer_sword]

Post office. I'm...fine. It's just the blood loss.

[spinningorange]

(There's a concerned kitty approaching the household. She isn't sure what's going on, but seeing Utsuho in that gargoyle stance makes her wonder if anything has happened to her.)

Okuu! Okuu, there's something weird happening again!

[idkmybfforin]

Unyu?

[Nope, it appears Okuu is completely normal!

...or the changes weren't dramatic enough to notice. Either way.

Her head pans over to look, but she doesn't otherwise move from her perch.]

[spinningorange]

(Okay good. The last thing Chen needs is more AU wackiness from her friends.

And since she's happily unaffected, she's totally Chen-like, as she should be.)

Almost everyone's acting weird, like they're suddenly bad or good or breaking a lot of things! Have you noticed it?

[idkmybfforin]

No.

[...well kinda but she can't really figure out how to put that uneasy tension-whatever feeling into spoken words.

Utsuho's feathers are still mostly fluffed out, though.]

But I'm out here anyway.

[spinningorange]

...oh.

(...

...so a cat brain and a bird brain walk into a bar...)

You might see stuff while you're out here. You'll see it better out here than indoors.

omg get off my roof, bird 8|

[commentboxtroll]

[The Sleepy Lump, aka Caesar, is actually up and looking tidy for once, which hopefully doesn't make him look too unlike himself in the eyes of the hellraven. He's leaving the house and heading for the garage, which, at this house, is now a stable for the two horses who also live here.

He doesn't bother to look up.

Why, why does no one ever look up...?]

I DO WHAT I WANT

[idkmybfforin]

[Well, sort of!]

Quork?

[...there really is no other way to describe the sound she just made except as a strange onomatopoeia.

IT

SOUNDS INQUISITIVE, AT LEAST.]

[commentboxtroll]

[Well, that stops him. He does look up now.

Oh. It's that dumb bird...]

Don't perch up there. You're going to break something if you keep that up.

[And he means break something on the house, not something on herself.]

[idkmybfforin]

[And now it looks like she's pouting. LOOK VIRGINIA NO HANDS.]

No I won't!

[commentboxtroll]

Yes, you will. Now come down from there immediately.

[That's his roof, bird, don't you argue. :|]

[not_so_great_wall]

[ What is that in the sky? A jet? A superhero? A shooting star?

The latter is close enough, judging by the way that shadow is slinking through the sky as it darts downward like it was making re-entry.

Everyone else sees a giant bird perched on the roof at the end of the scaled beast's trajectory.

The dragon sees dinner. ]

[idkmybfforin]

[Okuu sees a moving thing!

One that's getting closer and closer and isn't stopping even when she bristles and hisses at it.

This calls for escalating hostilities!

So she throws a miniature sun at it instead.


You know, as a warning shot.]

[not_so_great_wall]

[ The incoming thing roars and snakes around the incoming projectile. It's hot, and singes part of its mane, but does not stop her. If anything, the shape seems to shrink in on itself; condensing to move fast due to falling more than flying.

And she won't dodge if there's another one. Hope they know a good roofer. ]

[idkmybfforin]

[Eh, make Balin fix it.

THE RESULT IS KIND OF A TRAINWRECK ANYWAY.

More literally than usual, since the hell raven threw herself forwards for a few wingbeats, with each one more wreathed in flames than the last, before bodyslamming the diving serpentine thing with a force probably very similar to what happens when two trains hit each other head-on.

Thus, trainwreck. One just happens to be on fire and shrieking hideously.]

[walking_nuke]

[And if the approaching roars and Okuu's hissing on the roof weren't enough to get Balin's attention, that did.]

[The front door is kicked open as Balin rushes outside. His Series 3 shotgun and his AFS sidearm are both on his person, though he's not yet unholstered either of them.]

[First, he's going to look to see what's going on—up at the sky, after realizing the commotion is coming from there.]