11th--[Action] ...not-so tiny today! [Event]

[then_there_were_none]

[Outside 1766 Beaver Street]

["Seras" has gotten up rather late today. Partially because someone else usually swings by to pick her up for school earlier in the day, and mostly because "Seras" wasn't Seras at all. She was Flandre, and had centuries of the sleeping habits of being a nocturnal creature.

After wandering around the house, staring at herself in the mirror and then pointedly avoiding all reflective surfaces and wondering why everything was so small, she has gone outside to the lawn and...flops over onto her back in the grass.]

...I forgot what it's like without any wings at all.

[She has a rather un-Seras-like French accent.]

This is annoying.

[And just like all those years and years had wound back and she was human again. The world seemed quieter, the clouds less distinct--and when she held her hand up, there were no claws on her fingers like there should have been.

Noticeably absent is the collective panic attack much of Mayfield seems to be suffering lately. But, after all--Flandre believed this all was just one long, strange dream. What was one more odd thing to dream about?]

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[walking_nukebird]

[AND HOW. "Utsuho's" eyes flick briefly to "Seras'" assets—at least "she's" pretty sure that's what "Seras" meant by being squishy. "She's" ... just gonna let "her" own rack do all the staring for "her."]

... Right—um, what's your name? Your actual name, not—whoever's body you're in right now.

[then_there_were_none]

I can't fly at all like this...

[Flandre is utterly oblivious.

...though her own chest briefly befuddles her a moment when she tries to pout. Why was it bouncy.]

My name is Flandre. I don't even know who this is.

[walking_nukebird]

[... Just letting the divine D-cups do all the staring for "her" ...]

Huh. I don't think I've heard of you before.

[Although "Utsuho" was going to introduce "herself" as well, "she" finds "herself" thinking more about "Seras'" complaint that "she" can't fly. "Utsuho" flutters "her" wings a little, leaving them half-spread.]

If it's any consolation, I don't think I can fly either ...

[Check out dat starry cape, Flandre.]

[then_there_were_none]

[Flandre would normally be quite impressed or horribly jealous of those wings. But such thoughts are interrupted.]

It's moving too!

[POINT POINT POINT AT THE CAPE]

[walking_nukebird]

—It is?

[Balin never actually noticed this. He's never had a chance to talk with Utsuho face to face that didn't involve them wearing whatever scraps of clothes they could scavenge in a nuclear wasteland, her on top of a roof, or her trying to kill him with fireballs.]

[... aaaand "Utsuho" hadn't really looked in a mirror today. Now, however "she" looks to the side and pulls up some of the cape to look at the interior.]

[And "she's" subsequently mesmerized by the view of deep space scrolling within.]

[then_there_were_none]

[Dude. Dude, that's creepy.

She's going to throw one of her shoes at you.


...okay it's a slipper but still.]

[walking_nukebird]

[INCOMING SLIPPER SIX O'CLOCK HIGH!]

["Utsuho" notices it only a second before it smacks "her." "She" squawks in a remarkably raven-like fashion, dropping the cape and trying to stumble back. The slipper strikes "her" in the third boob Yatagarasu's eye, which—thanks to "her" trying to shield "her" face from the blow—gets it lodged between "her" arms and the eye's surface.]

Why'd you do that?!

[... Wait. What's that funny smell? "Utsuho" glances down and yelps again, trying to get the slipper off of her chest.]

[then_there_were_none]

You were making a funny face!

[The briefest of pauses before she goes right into this new topic of conversation.]

Is it burning?

[See how concerned she is?]

[walking_nukebird]

It's hot! It's melting!

[Not exactly a puddle, but it is softening at this point, and hot to the touch. "Utsuho" manages to finally pick the thing off of her chest and let it splat onto the sidewalk.]

[then_there_were_none]

It is!

[Flandre stares after the sadly smoldering molten lump that was a slipper with no small amount of fascination, even leaning over the fence to peer at it when it hits the sidewalk.]

[walking_nukebird]

["Utsuho's" staring at it too, in shock.]

I ... I didn't think the eye could do that ...

[then_there_were_none]

How'd it do that? It's just an...eye...wait, nevermind that.

[SHE KNOWS ABOUT EYES.

And where Flandre was curious before she's awkwardly and uncomfortably quiet now.]

[walking_nukebird]

... This woman has power over nuclear fusion. She got it by swallowing the bird ... and it told me it's an avatar, an aspect.

... An aspect of the sun, I guess ...

[then_there_were_none]

[Most of that flew right over her head except the "sun" part.]

...oh, well, just...keep it away from me then.

[And sidling a little bit away too.]

[walking_nukebird]

But you're human right now, right ... ?

["Utsuho" flutters "her" wings a little.]

[then_there_were_none]

[SIDLE STOP]

...yes, but it's still not at all nice. So don't do that!

[walking_nukebird]

I can't stop the eye from burning whatever it touches. Believe me, if I could I would.

[Though maybe completely breaking it again would work ...]

Anyway, you're not in your normal body and neither is the woman whose, um, body I'm in. ... If you ever run into me—er, her when she's her again, you ought to tell her that.

["Utsuho" scratches the back of "her" head, "her" eyes looking off to the side.]

Geez this is so weird ...

[then_there_were_none]

[Aaaand distracted again.]

Tell who what where?

[walking_nukebird]

Tell the real owner of this body you don't want this eye anywhere near you!

Utsuho Reiuji!

[then_there_were_none]

No! I'm not going near her!

[Little kid logic applies here and she very bravely runs the fuck away.

...or tries to. These legs felt like stilts.

So unsurprisingly she falls over after a few steps.]

[walking_nukebird]

[Glad you have airbags to break your fall, Flandre?]

["Utsuho" walks up behind "Seras" after a few beats of staring at her bellyflop.]

Hey! You don't have to be afraid of me, you're human right now, remember?

[then_there_were_none]

[NO THAT MAKES IT WORSE]

[Being confronted with someone bigger than her and in a body that feels completely alien and thus vulnerable means Flandre's self-preservation impulse is actually working.

So she starts squalling as she tries to scramble away.]

Remi, Remi! Meiling! Sakuyaaa!

[walking_nukebird]

[That stops "Utsuho" in her tracks, her body going rigid.]

... You know Meiling?

[then_there_were_none]

[Flandre at least manages to sit up properly, if only to pout.]

Of course I do, she's our gate guard!

[And Flandre's babysitter.]

[walking_nukebird]

[!]

I know her!