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mayfield_rpg2012-04-13 06:34 pm
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DEPLOYMENT 15: Be the Other Walking Nuke
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[... Until he realizes that his grumble sounds rather bird-like.]
[And his field of vision is ... considerably wider than normal.]
[He raises up, and cranes his head around to discover that ... he's covered in feathers. Black, iridescent feathers—]
AWK!
[Were he still in his human body, Balin might have lept out of bed and reached for his sidearm ... but he's no longer Balin Wilbur. He's now Utsuho Reiuji—and considering this is the man-eating town-burning youkai he'd fought with not long ago, he's taking this predicament far worse than he might have if he were swapped with someone else.]
[So instead, the hell raven that has been spending most of the past few weeks sleeping peacefully in that box, courtesy of Virginia, is now having a night fright. It squawks in distress, its wings flap haphazardly as it tries to escape the box, crashing into one thing or another. The real Utsuho has had a lot of practice shifting between her raven and humanoid youkai forms, so much so that it doesn't require much thought to trigger the switch. Balin's panicky thoughts of wondering what happened to his human body are enough to trigger the transformation—which, for someone who never wanted to be a Polymorphing Spy, is a highly uncomfortable and horrifying sensation.]
What—WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!
[That yell is loud enough to be heard throughout the house, easily.]
[Sometimes you might see "Utsuho" looking down at "her" chest and muttering or even angrily talking out loud. Like "she's" arguing with someone.]
Hey! I'm not a mutt! What's the big idea—
["Utsuho" just tried to enter a store and got pushed out by a drone armed with a broom. With one last shove, "she" stumbles out the door. As the drone slams the door shut, "Utsuho" turns around to look back at the store with "her" hands on "her" hips.]
—Dammit, every store is doing this to me!
[Ah, the joys of finding out Mayfield considers you a "pet."]
[Flying with wings is a learned skill, though, even for birds—and having never been a bird before, Balin is clumsily trying to imitate what he's seen the real Utsuho and other, normal birds do with their wings. Instead, "Utsuho" ends up flailing "her" wings much like a Killdeer faking a broken wing. Sometimes "she's" lucky with a jump and gets airborne for a few seconds, "her" wings fluttering spastically before "she" falls back down. And "she's" not too graceful about that, either.]
[Up at Makeout Point, "Utsuho" is armed with "her" control rod, and judging from the light show and miniature suns over there, "she's" practicing with "her" powers. Yet unlike her murderous rampage back in March, "she" seems to be taking to aim up at the sky, away from Mayfield. "She's" even trying to avoid setting any trees on fire.]
[But it doesn't look like "she" has a good handle on it, because there are stray fireballs every once in a while.]
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Captain Ambrosia. She's a friend of mine.
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Caesar and I haven't been so lucky.
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Oh come on. Aside from being a different sex, nothing seriously bad has happened to either of you.
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[... And as if to prove the point, the eye in "Utsuho's" chest is staring intently at "Ambrosia" now.]
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-Oh...-
I guess it finally healed... and I don't think shooting you in the chest is a good idea right now.
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DRIVEBY TAG
TRY AGAIN.
[Yeah, the dead god is making fun of you Balin.]
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Oh I've had just about enough out of you, you overgrown sore.
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You have no idea, Ginny. I sure as Hell didn't. Not until today. I ... I think it might be the main reason why Utsuho flipped out in the first place. Both where she's from and here.
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I'd shoot it out, but this body lacks any abilities I can use to heal the wound you'd get as a result.
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But I'm not gonna bother unless it tries to drive me crazy again.
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Pretty sure it's going to, regardless.
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["Utsuho" sighs and refolds "her" wings.]
I learned a lot from talking to it, though. It wanted to die—or remain dead I guess—and being swallowed by Utsuho revived it, sorta. It called me its prison.
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A prison? Then she must be used as a seal for it...
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["Utsuho" looks contemplative, as if remembering something. "She" folds "her" arms under "her" chest as "her" wings flutter.]
I remember being told about why it was done before ... Back in August. Someone from Gensokyo—Remilia Scarlet, do you know her? She said it was part of a plan to create a nuclear power plant there, since eating it gave Utsuho nuclear powers.
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Living or dead, you can still seal it. This way, I guess, they could use that power on their terms... assuming Okuu didn't do anything stupid with it.
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["Utsuho's" wings fluff up a little.]
The Yatagarasu told me it was giving Utsuho advice, and that she followed half of it. When I asked what it was, it started filling my head with—
... well, imagine you had an entire crowd shouting at you, telling you that everyone is "weaklings," that "all is ash" before and behind you, and urging you to burn and destroy everything.
I could barely hear myself think ...
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So just breaking its eye every time isn't gonna cut it. We have to find a way to get whatever that thing is out of her.
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It's another bird. Like how Utsuho is a raven youkai that lives in Hell? The Yatagarasu was a divine crow, people told me. And it told me it's an aspect, an avatar. I guess of the sun, it'd explain all the pictures it kept putting in my head ... and all the fire and nuclear powers.
["She" fidgets again.]
It feels weird knowing you're kind of like two birds in one body ... you know?
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I can't really imagine it, personally.
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Oh! That's right, Caesar suggested something, when I talked to him. Do you think we could convince her to trade the Yatagarasu for something else? At the Post Office?
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... No, no, we... We can't ask that of her. You know how that place works. There's no way she'd come out on top.
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... So what do we do?
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