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rekindleme2014-04-15 05:30 pm
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[Open] The Bird is a Monster
Who: Kanji, his chocobo, and all y'all.
Where: Dog Park, Section 4
When: Slight backdate to April 14th
Summary: Kanji's making good on goading Gold into a chocobo race. But first the bird needs to get in just a little more training. As he's too big to ride the bird, he's offering to lighter, smaller individuals. But a word of warning: Clive can also fly.
Warnings: Kanji just can't curb the swearing. Also Clive is a criminally ridiculous bird.
It almost seemed like yesterday that he could outrun the bird. Now, he could only keep track of him atop a pair of wheels.
Kanji didn't mind the weird looks. Sure, he looked more like he belonged on a roaring motorbike of sorts, but his regular ol' bike suited him just fine. It was a good workout, and he kinda liked how his legs burned after a full day of it. Was that weird?
"A'right, here comes the turn! Slide it! Lose yer grip on the ground and the race is over!" He called, and stood on the pedals, lowering his upper body as he put in a little more speed. It let him reach the turn first at the expense of leaving him a little bit winded - chocobos were freakin' quick - but he jerked the handlebars, shifting his weight and jumping the bike, kicking it into a turn. The tires ground against the fine dirt, churning up dust. The nearly fully-grown bird followed suit, black feathers flattening against a lithe body as he entered a short slide, allowing him to nail the sharp turn. A kick off the ground let him continue onward while sacrificing little speed.
"Cool! Keep goin'!" Kanji lost all his momentum, but that was fine. He could watch from here. Besides, he'd been trying to keep pace with and pass the chocobo all morning. He was a little tired. Lifting a sleeve to his forehead, Kanji wiped off his brow and readjusted his helmet. Safety first.
"Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa no, damn it! Clive, don't you freakin'--!" But he did: His wings opened, and with a joyful cry the black bird took to the sky, sailing high over the makeshift track and spiraling higher. Kanji sighed. Clive liked to try flying whenever he could, but so far it was met with minimal success.
As if to prove his point, the happy chirrups he listened to overhead turned to awkward squawks. As the winds from higher altitude buffeted him, Clive quickly began to lose control, and then altitude completely.
"Shit-!" Kanji dismounted his bike, but his legs grew tangled in his haste. He went down, kicking up further dust, but his soul welled over, that blue smoke rising from his form. When the Emperor seal card came down, he snatched for it, brought it to the ground, and smashed it with a fist. His soul shed, and from his body rose the immense demon king, who leaped to intercept.
Clive was caught in massive palms several yards in the air and held close. Almost ignorant to the danger he was just in, the chocobo canted his head and already mooched for attention, which the Persona obliged with a large finger ruffling his crest feathers. He knew 'mama's Persona.
But Kanji pushed himself to his feet, frown deep, and he was ready to berate a bird he knew listened in one ear and quickly out the other. But when Clive turned his way and warked, puffing his feathers and looking content, Kanji felt his shoulders lower and his nerves ease.
Damn bird was too cute to be mad at.
Where: Dog Park, Section 4
When: Slight backdate to April 14th
Summary: Kanji's making good on goading Gold into a chocobo race. But first the bird needs to get in just a little more training. As he's too big to ride the bird, he's offering to lighter, smaller individuals. But a word of warning: Clive can also fly.
Warnings: Kanji just can't curb the swearing. Also Clive is a criminally ridiculous bird.
It almost seemed like yesterday that he could outrun the bird. Now, he could only keep track of him atop a pair of wheels.
Kanji didn't mind the weird looks. Sure, he looked more like he belonged on a roaring motorbike of sorts, but his regular ol' bike suited him just fine. It was a good workout, and he kinda liked how his legs burned after a full day of it. Was that weird?
"A'right, here comes the turn! Slide it! Lose yer grip on the ground and the race is over!" He called, and stood on the pedals, lowering his upper body as he put in a little more speed. It let him reach the turn first at the expense of leaving him a little bit winded - chocobos were freakin' quick - but he jerked the handlebars, shifting his weight and jumping the bike, kicking it into a turn. The tires ground against the fine dirt, churning up dust. The nearly fully-grown bird followed suit, black feathers flattening against a lithe body as he entered a short slide, allowing him to nail the sharp turn. A kick off the ground let him continue onward while sacrificing little speed.
"Cool! Keep goin'!" Kanji lost all his momentum, but that was fine. He could watch from here. Besides, he'd been trying to keep pace with and pass the chocobo all morning. He was a little tired. Lifting a sleeve to his forehead, Kanji wiped off his brow and readjusted his helmet. Safety first.
"Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa no, damn it! Clive, don't you freakin'--!" But he did: His wings opened, and with a joyful cry the black bird took to the sky, sailing high over the makeshift track and spiraling higher. Kanji sighed. Clive liked to try flying whenever he could, but so far it was met with minimal success.
As if to prove his point, the happy chirrups he listened to overhead turned to awkward squawks. As the winds from higher altitude buffeted him, Clive quickly began to lose control, and then altitude completely.
"Shit-!" Kanji dismounted his bike, but his legs grew tangled in his haste. He went down, kicking up further dust, but his soul welled over, that blue smoke rising from his form. When the Emperor seal card came down, he snatched for it, brought it to the ground, and smashed it with a fist. His soul shed, and from his body rose the immense demon king, who leaped to intercept.
Clive was caught in massive palms several yards in the air and held close. Almost ignorant to the danger he was just in, the chocobo canted his head and already mooched for attention, which the Persona obliged with a large finger ruffling his crest feathers. He knew 'mama's Persona.
But Kanji pushed himself to his feet, frown deep, and he was ready to berate a bird he knew listened in one ear and quickly out the other. But when Clive turned his way and warked, puffing his feathers and looking content, Kanji felt his shoulders lower and his nerves ease.
Damn bird was too cute to be mad at.
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His rider was right. He needed to slow down a little. See, here he comes now!
"Sorry!" Kanji called, though the word sounded weird. It was a gruff apology that rarely left him, and tried to stress that he really was apologetic.
"Clive, if ya want a treat later, you're gonna come to a stop! You gotta quit scarin' people like that! What if she fell, huh? What if she got hurt?"
Clive's 'weeehhh...' was the strangest mix of an excuse and guilt. But, thankfully, the bird seemed to be slowing, and Kanji was grateful for it, finally closing the gap and coasting the bike alongside.
Kanji sighed. "Gotta finish that freakin' saddle. You're not the first he's done that to."
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"You've introduced your chocobo, but not yourself." A beat, and a laugh. "Truth be told, I'm guilty of the same. Second Lieutenant Allumette Honeycutt, a pleasure to meet you. You may call me Allu."
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"...Uh-" Oh. Crap, here they were going on about giant birds and he didn't know what the hell to call her! So, Allu. Way easier than that giant military title she had for herself.
"Oh. 's Kanji." With an upward tip of his head, that was the closest thing to a 'nice to meet you' anyone was going to get. He still had to learn a thing or two about manners.
"But, man, you gotta tell me what the hell ya did to get him to stop! What am I missing?"
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She held her hand out to him. "Give me your hand, I'll show you."
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"Uhh, okay..." He extended his hand. Maybe she knew hand-signals or something.
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"This connects to the wing. Nestle your fingers with a handful of feathers and pull firmly--not roughly, mind you, or you'll skin him! You must find a balance between both of them. A firm hold will make this slightly uncomfortable, as if a pebble in a shoe, or a warning. It should stop any chocobo, and it seems to have stopped him."
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There were horses that could take a crop, but this was a chicken-y bird that was all feathers.
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Allumette tugged the lobe of her ear. "--it were this."
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"Oh. Okay. Thanks! I jus' didn't wanna let him down, y'know? So I wanna learn more about chocobos and riding and stuff. Anything else you feel like layin' down for me, I'll hear it!"
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Like, really low. He had to lean to whisper.
"He goes freakin' insane for s-p-i-n-a-c-h. I gotta spell it 'cause he knows the word now."