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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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Namely, times like these. He'd been called a summoner and a shaman, neither of which he knew to be true or false, and one guy'd even wondered if he was possessed.
"Persona," he explained, as if it explained everything.
"Long story, don't worry about it. We in your way?" It was a weekday, and he'd figured there wouldn't be an issue, but it was stupid to think he was the only one who went out and about on a Monday.
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"Persona? You mean to tell me that thing is a representation of you?" At least, going by what he knew the word meant.
Of course, now he wanted to know more. It wasn't everyday that this sort of thing happened, and his curiosity was piqued.
"Not particularly. Nothing is really in the way, it's just a challenge. So this is yours? How do you make it happen?"
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Ah, so he wasn't a persona-user like he'd thought. Wouldn't ask those questions if he was. Looking back at the big guy a moment, he put his thoughts together the best he could.
"I'unno... I just get real pumped up, my body feels real hot, and I make the card appear. It feels weird every time I call it out. It's temporary, but they get the job done, whether it's busting shadows or knockin' some skulls together." Just like that, the spirit lowered to the ground and set the chocobo down with a surprising gentleness.
"Heh. He's handy for catchin' reckless birds, too."
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"How interesting. Is it a common thing, to do this?"
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Ah, crap, steer back on topic- "Anyways, we're the only ones who can do it. Nobody'd really believe us back home even if we told 'em."
Kanji sighed, closing his eyes a moment. The massive figure faded and he felt like his soul was whole again when he relaxed.
"I thought just about everybody here had some kinda power. Mine ain't that special."
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And he shook his head, bringing a finger up to wave a little. "Just because powers are the norm does not mean that no one has anything special to bring to fore. Powers are unique and all have their place. Do not discount yours simply because it falls into a stream of others."