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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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Stop encouraging it!
[Punching Utsuho in the nose will totally fix this right.]
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["She" holds onto "her" nose with both hands as "she" sits up.]
Why'd you do that?!
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[Not!Balin still stands--with both hands balled up into very real fists.]
Stop talking to it. You're making it worse.
[...she has a lot of feelings, yes.]
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["Utsuho" really, really does not want to lash out at "her" real body. Everything feels more fragile with the kind of latent strength in this hell raven.]
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[Flatly:]
Yes.
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You could have just told me not to! And what does it matter, anyway?! It talks in my head even when I don't say a word to it!
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[VIOLENCE IS THE ONLY THING OKUU UNDERSTANDS.
And words. But violence is easier to comprehend. Do this, ow. Don't do this, no ow. Simple!
...though it's been an awfully long time since she could remember actually being intimidated by someone. Balin's form takes a few steps backwards.]
It gets worse if you answer it.
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WHO'S THE FINAL BOSS NOW, BITCH]That's all you had to tell me! I would have understood without having to be punched!
["She" heaves a sigh, "her" wings twitching and folding back into a half-spread position. They still look rather ruffled.]
Why did you even swallow it, anyway? If what I've put up with today is any indication, your life must be miserable!
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[
YOU'VE EARNED YOURSELF AN EXTRA FIREBALL TOMORROW BALIN.]To not be weak.
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That's cool, I'll have Lightning on hand!]Really? That's all? You paid one Hell of a price just for something like that.
["Utsuho" looks down at one of "her" hands, flexing its fingers.]
Was it really that necessary? You regenerate. You can throw cars with one fucking arm!
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And when everyone around you can do the same and better, what does that count for anything?
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[Here, Balin was thinking that Utsuho's abilities were actually better than the baseline of her species. Even without the Yatagarasu being a part of her.]
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[They are now. Not something that could be said of her adolescence!
Not!Balin crosses his arms.]
I'm not the only raven there; not the only youkai. I never was and probably never will be.
[But now I'm special!]
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["Utsuho" sounds a little uncomfortable with that word.]
—and you had an owner that loved you. Right?
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[Balin's body flinches, as if struck by the words. But Utsuho doesn't answer.
That hit a bunch of nerves.]
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[A little carefully, "Utsuho" walks closer to "Balin," folding her wings all the way.]
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[Balin's form jerks away from Utsuho's approach, pivoting away on one foot until he was standing at an angle, staring at some spot on the wall well past the hell raven. The voice is much quieter, this time.]
How am I supposed to make master smile when I can’t do what she asks? When I can't lift my wings, when I can't keep her safe...
[She seems to have rambled off into an indistinct mutter somewhere down the line.]
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[And Balin just looks like a silly baby bird when he tries.]
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[That seems to snap her back to the present, and not!Balin growls. Personal space bubble man YOU'RE ALL UP IN IT]
Not always.
[This time the words are clipped; this is a...problematic subject for her.]
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But you didn't need to swallow a dead god-bird thing just to fly, right?
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[...the wingfluff is intimidating when she's on the other end of it, okay.
Utsuho snaps this time.]
How am I supposed to be useful otherwise?
[But there's a different note to her voice this time, beneath all the anger. Pain? Sadness? Something.]
If all I do is hide behind my master like a hatchling all my life...
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[Here, her understanding of spoken language fails her.]
No, that's--not it at all!
[HAVE ANOTHER FACEPUNCH but not a very well aimed one. The force behind it is diminished, too. It's mostly a gesture of frustration.]
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Will you stop doing that?!
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[Well fine Okuu will just glare at herself then.
...how could she explain this? She had no words for it, the adoration she felt towards Satori. Like she was family, yet...different.
Her inner conflict is as projected on not!Balin's face as much as that punch had been in his shoulders.]
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