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A Tangled Mess - Jams Bolero - 03-24-2016
Getting closer to the portal, Jams felt a breeze flow past him into the white expanse of "the Canvas". Looking through the brown trees into the portal itself, a simple white morphed into various shades of green roughly in the shape of tree leaves, circling around a center point in a sort of rotating tunnel. As Jams entered, he felt his feet sweep up behind him as the portal sucked him in, like a magnet to... well, a magnet.
Flying through the portal felt like moving at the speed of sound. Various shades of green and even an occasional purple or white flew by. As the tunnel drew to a close, the colors darkened in tone until Jams found himself in the middle of a forest.
Regardless of direction, a tree would always be in sight. Sunlight bled through the somewhat thin canopy, the shadows of the leaves gently swaying back and forth on the grassy, leaf-coated ground. Moat trees were decked in green leaves of various shades, however a few wore purple or white flowers. The air was cool and dry, but not too much for either. This part of the forest felt like perpetual spring, assuming that this land had seasons at all.
Birds sang in the distance, each with their own song designed to make them distinct. One of which reminded Jams of standing outside in his backyard where he would jump on the trampoline. It started on a B flat, jumped to an F and glissandoed down to a D, and repeated a C thrice. At least, Jams thought this was the case, he never was good at picking out notes by name. He did, however, know this song by heart, resulting in an ultimately tranquil scene to behold.
Tranquillity. Yes, the other world lacked that entirely, didn't it? Floating in the void, technically there was no chaos. There was nothing else, though, so it really just felt empty. Its brighter counterpart was so bright that it hurt to look at. Not here, though... here, there was just enough of everything to give the forest a peaceful feel.
Looking over to his left, Jams found Eric waiting patiently. He held a notebook and pencil in his hands, positioned as if he were about to wrote or draw something. It makes sense, the world is quite beautiful, and perhaps it had some scientific knowledge left to be found. "Hey Eric!" Jams said with a grin, "What are you doing? Writing a discovery or somethin'?"
RE: A Tangled Mess - Soldier 75 - 03-27-2016
Suddenly, the speeding colors halted, forming themselves into trees. Without a moment to lose, Eric made a full turn, drinking in the wondrous scene. The forest was bathed in light. The sounds of a thriving ecosystem echoed through the forest, filling it with life. Birds flitted between trees, chirping their little tunes.
The heat was hotter than he had been expecting. In under a minute, the young magick user's under shirt was completely soaked through. I definitely need a wardrobe change for this adventure. Once again, he commenced the summoning process. A flashing orb of multi-colored Omnilium slowly floated away, and stopped a small distance in front of Eric. Before long, the sphere faded away, leaving behind three sets of a short-sleeved shirt and a pair of pants, along with a wide-brimmed hat. The shirt and pants were made of a smooth material. Both items were colored in assorted greens and browns. The hat featured a slim string, able to be looped around the neck of the wearer. Quickly, Eric removed his robe and shirt, and stowed them in a pocket of his pack. After doing this, he donned his new clothing, and waited for Jams to appear.
Soon, though, the green-robed mage noticed the hundreds of insects buzzing through the air. Let's hope this repellent works. Moving away from the portal, Eric set his bag down. Within a moment, he had retrieved the jar of bug-repellent from its special compartment, and unscrewed the lid. Delving into the jar, his fingers deftly scooped up a substantial amount of goo. He began to apply the beige onto his garments. Spreading the paste around his apparel, it was absorbed into the fabric. Next, he moved on the exposed parts of his body. Shortly, he finished, rubbing the last uncovered part of his neck. Returning the jar to the bag, Eric reached inside another compartment, drew out his journal, and began to write.
Entry 1:
I have no idea how I ended up in this place called the Omniverse, and no idea why. I have decided that it is best to move on, and simply deal with it. I met a bunch of people in the "Nexus", but they exited through a separate portal. The only person left was a fellow named Jams, and we decided to stick together. We rode in a comet (What the heck?) and went through the first portal we came to. I could never have imagined what we would find behind it. I do not have a clue what we are going to do, and I'm fine with that. The thought of exploring this place fills me with excitement.
Eric again gazed at his surroundings, reveling in the glorious view, until his thoughts were interrupted by Jams. Turning to Jams, he gleefully replied, "I'm recording what I've done so far. I also like to put down little reminders and observations. And with this amnesia, I'm not so eager to forget anything."
RE: A Tangled Mess - 00 - 03-27-2016
The horse comes through the gate at a steady pace, its dozing entourage of a lone koinobori ouroboros slung carelessly across its back, colorful glass baubles dropping out of its mouth in place of airborne zeds, the near-nauseating effects of shifting molecules from a poorly placated portal doing nothing to stir the unfortunately-sized (unfortunate for the horse, that is) carp streamer, however the horse...not so much the same, it would seem.
Although for the first few seconds it had appeared perfectly fine, after those three seconds were up the unaccustomed animal ends up slamming face-first into a tree, the frontal half of its body crunching upwards, then sideways from the impact, before the creature manages to catch itself --just in time, wobbling off and picking up to a stuttering speed with apparent dizziness, and, aside from some new scuffs, not too much worse for the wear.
'Cept it is now riderless (although perhaps, considering who the rider is, it might all be for the better).
Said rider coughs up the last of its aforementioned glass spheres, eyes rolling in their sockets as the hood of its head slips off of them -- only to quickly be pulled back over with its fins, rolling over and tucking its head into the shade of some tall grasses growing at the edge of the narrow path.
The rays of actual, real (almost?) sunlight (i mean, who knows if there's a real sun up there, yeah? ...might be worth checking out later) had been...unexpected, to say the least.
Honestly, it hadn't exactly expected the horse to go where it meant for it to go -- through one of those gates, that is -- but, considering the seemingly linear, solid nature of this realm that it's been able to experience so far...perhaps it was being a bit too skeptical this time around (the second time. or not? it hasn't felt all that different since..."dying").
The fish curls up tightly, winding itself up in a sphere that is nearly human-sized.
The edges of its poncho are lifted slightly, one eye peering through, squinting hard.
Well...at least it isn't as bright as the white place, or -- it looks at the soil in its scales, the bugs tiptoeing across its protrusion -- ...definitely not as clean as the city.
And--it pulls back the hood a little more, lifts its head up a bit--look! Trees!
And...AND COLOR!
The fish pops up fully, arching its body sideways from its tailfin (in the manner of a most awkward rodent).
It body begins to shimmer, change.
How refreshing this change in scenery is, much better than the boring old fountain's plain, or the dumb fake layered (GRUMBLE) city.
And is that...a breeze?
Oh, joy-- oh joy!
Joyojoyojoy!
The fish practically spins in the air as its body transforms fully, turning into what appears to be a giant blue jay, which lands with back sloping, nearly to the ground, and clawed wings sweeping batlike over the ground.
Drinking in its surroundings with revitalized glee, only then does it notice the items --I mean, persons-- positioned near the front(back?) of the gate.
The newfound temperature change, far too hot in its opinion (the heat which is, so far, the most unpleasant thing of this new area thus far -- not even the bugs buzzing so rudely about its face bothered it as much), causes a shiver through its sides and spines, ruffling the blazing blue feathers along its body and making it appear...maybe almost fearsome (yknow...if big fat bird scares ya), but more than not foolish.
Although, on reflection during the doing, the (now)bird wouldn't blame the duo if they perhaps received a bit of a scare from the big blue beast barreling (hobblingly, considering the bat posture) towards them, with its feathers raised high and bill open wide, from its throat coming such an awkward, ghoulish ghostly gurgling sound of pure, unbridled...something.
Maybe nothing.
...
Yeah, it's probably nothing.
...Have no fear!--
RE: A Tangled Mess - Jams Bolero - 03-28-2016
I don't think jazz is gonna help with this one, Jams thought in a confused manner. Confusion was one of those feelings that he utterly despised. The feeling of not knowing was crippling, almost as if an empty void would form in his heart as he desperately grasped for any sense of comprehension or logic. Nothing, NOTHING could infuriate Jams more than being confused, because the instant that common sense is lost, everything in his mind is completely disorganized and everything goes wrong. Too bad it happened approximately ninety percent of the time to him, and this was no exception.
Jams stared at the strange blue jay as if he wasn't bothered by it. As of such, anyone could clearly tell that he felt as if he had just endured a bad fever dream. . How do I even explain this? Freakin'... fish starts flounderin' around and turns into a giant bird? And then it's hopping over here with some strange look on it's face? WHAT EVEN?! Due to the bird-fish's interruption, Jams could not focus on anything around him. His sights were transfixed on this... creature. The bird was a sort of blue jay about the size of a human, and seemed to be enjoying the sunlight. As surreal as it was, Jams couldn't think of anything else to do other than to introduce himself. "Uh... hey! I'm Jams, and this is Eric! Pleasure to meet you, care to tell us your name?"
RE: A Tangled Mess - Soldier 75 - 04-02-2016
Before more could be said between the two adventurers, a horse burst through the portal that just a minute before had spat out the duo. It proceeded to smash into a tree, dashing off in a random direction. That wasn't even the weirdest part. Upon contact with the tree, the animal had thrown off its rider, before abandoning... it. For upon closer inspection, the mage realized that the creature was... well, he could not quite describe what exactly the creature was. Ummm.... what in the world is this? Forestalling the ensuing headache that would have certainly followed, the creature began to morph. In its place appeared a huge blue jay, the likes of which Eric had never seen before. Soon, it noticed them, and began to waddle over to them, wings outstretched. Beginning to worry, Eric took a step back, and considered which route of escape would work best.
Jams began to talk to the being, introducing both of them. Might as well find out what it wants. Let me check my schedule. Hmm, I guess I can fit this in between my utter confusion and my appointment with WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?!?!? Stepping forward, Eric queried the bird, asking, "And who may you be?."
RE: A Tangled Mess - 00 - 04-02-2016
The bird pauses upon words meeting its probably-a-brain (in there somewhere...maybe), a black pointed tongue lolling from its bill in a goofy attempt at a grin, and its head gives an exaggerated left-to-right and right-to-left scanning motion over the pair of folks.
More humans, but at least it can be said that these ones at least seem to have some sort of manner to their method (to their madness).
Both of them look a bit flustered, probably flummoxed by its sheer awesomeness.
Rolling its tongue back, the bird begins its approach once more, and while doing so starts shifting again, its wings folding back like normal while a second pair of arms, these ones looking a lot like its bird legs, unfold from beneath its chest and hang from their sockets, while the bird itself rises to its legs, now walking with its posture a bit more like a regular bird, and, finally, its tail feathers lengthening in a shower like a waterfall, drooping and dragging across the ground in the same manner as a male peafowl.
Once complete, the bird stops once again, now a respectable distance from the duo for a conversation, and it offers up another gesture of exaggeration, one arm crossing its chest, the other held close behind its back, and its spine making a long, low sweep in a graceful bow.
And then it talks.
And all manner of culture and grace is lost in its voice, because goldarnit something musta gone wrong (or right?) with its vocal chords, and it sounds just like you'd expect a blue jay to sound like -- or, rather, a blue jay stuck in the gratingly rough call of "jayjayjay" crackling like popcorn and curt as...some guy named Curt.
Not to mention the bird's..."vocabulary" itself.
"Ain't got no name!" states the feathered beast, rising again to its full height (at least a couple feet taller than the both of them).
Then it says "Eyy," and, within an instant, hops up far closer than comfort should allow, and without warning gives an experimental tug to both of their shirts.
"Love your clothes, guy!"
Its throat starts to shimmer, until a globe of Omnilium rolls out of its mouth and wraps itself around its upper body, slowly turning into a white poncho nicely patterned with light blue buildings atop a dark bridge over deep blue a river, all wrapping around it in a mirroring way with a night sky of triangles dancing along the top and bottom edges.
"So whazzup, buddy ol pal o mine?" the bird continues to chatter, leaping back to its original place, though all manner of respect in it is probably lost by now.
It pauses, leaning forward and trying to get a better look at their belongings, though taking no further steps forward.
"You don't happen to got any...delights wif ya, do ye?
Ei haven't ate-n in nearly two weeks, prob'ly!"
The bird gives a raucous (and utterly unnecessary) explosion of laughter, eyeing them in a disturbingly hungry means.
RE: A Tangled Mess - Jams Bolero - 04-03-2016
Looking over toward Eric, it was obvious that he was also confused despite seeming to have comprehended the situation more clearly. Suddenly, it looked as if his eyes grew with... false rage? As in, the kind of rage one would use if they were attempting to get some sort of comedic effect. It was written all over his face, actually. "I mean, he IS a journalist, after all..." Jams thought out loud slyly, as if his joke was funny in the slightest. Even though he was well aware that his jokes probably sucked more than, say, some miscellaneous pink vacuum, Jams still would have enjoyed to listen to whatever rage-based joke Eric was thinking of. Nonetheless, Jams was still transfixed on "bird-man" over there, who was- "Wait, he's still transforming? JEEZ, how many transformations is he gonna go through?!"
Thankfully, this transformation seemed to be much shorter, having only lasted about a paragraph fifteen to twenty seconds. Afterward, the bird stood in a rather formal position, arm across the chest, the other across the back, and bowing ever so gracefully. Its tail feathers have grown in length to a point where it drags along the ground like a robe or other really, really long garment. Its second change allowed it to stand up more like a bird, apparently. Jams didn't get the chance to examine its first "birdly" form, however he would like to believe that was because of the sheer confusion at the time.
Then it speaks. Ooh Great Gatsby, does it speak. To be honest, it's not particularly fair to judge a bird by its posture, and certainly not in the given circumstances. In fact, in retrospect, it really wasn't that bad after all. However, considering its previously formal posture, Jams expected similar from its tone of voice. Neither it's literal tone or vocabulary were particularly formal, quite the opposite really. The former sounded like... well, Jams couldn't even describe it. Maybe if given enough time, but even he wouldn't bet on it himself. The latter was something akin to typical rebellious types around Jams' old school who listened to extremely vulgar, tasteless rap and wore their pants so low you could see their undergarments. At school.
"Ain't got no name," the bird chirped. As it rose to exceed the heights of both Jams and Eric... er, wait, just taller than either of them is what Jams meant. Anyway, as it grew taller than either Jams or Eric, it jumped over and examined their clothes, complementing them in the process before proceeding to create a poncho for itself. "Oh, well, thanks!" Jams responded politely. "I think your poncho looks great as well! Especially how it sorta paints a scene, so instead of just another generic design (like AWE inc.), it's something that can be viewed and admired artistically." Mr. Bird asks how they are doing, to which Jams simply replies with "Hmm, pretty good." It jumps back to where it was, but then takes another step forward and asks if they have food. Certainly seems starving by the look of it. Jokingly, Jams puts his hand to his chest. *GASP* "WELL! Nah, but seriously, if you're hungry, you can use Omnilium to make food as well. We just ate back at the Canvas, at least that's what I'm calling that empty area. I got some o' da most mediocre omni-spaghetti eva made, and Eric made himself some omni-cheese and omni-jam," Jams replied, adding a silly tone of voice in the last sentence. Seems like a fitting and utterly ridiculous term to refer to any food made with omnilium, so obviously Jams is going to keep it. He considers actually cooking at some point before setting his mind back to focus mode.
Walking to Eric and stopping beside him, Jams asks "Hey, should we bring this guy along if he wants? The more the merrier! Or at least the more, the less-likely-to-get-trounced-by-a-monster-lier." Considering the limitations on flying vehicles, Jams was not entirely sure if it would be able to actually fly, but it would certainly help in this dense forest if it could. Beyond that, it could certainly help for Jams to get to know a lot of people in an unfamiliar world. "Unfortunately, I missed the perfect chance with that large group with... um... *snap snap snap* OH YEAH, it was Grundy I think, and Jade and... dang, I thought I noted one more. Oh well." Just a couple of people is better than none, he figures. As long as he can find them and actually communicate next time, it will be fine. "...Oh, now I remember! It's Hal! Er, wait, no..."
RE: A Tangled Mess - Soldier 75 - 04-03-2016
Oh wow. The bird/fish sprouted another set of arms. Just when I thought my day couldn't get any weirder, this happens. I'm starting to develop a headache... The tail feathers of the bird began to elongate, as if they were imitating the coat-tails of a blue suit. It began to approach the two adventurers. A short distance away, the bird halted, and bowed gracefully.
What came out of the mouth of the bird was some of the most horrible speech in Eric's memory, even though his memory only extended back a day. "Ain't got no name" the bird cheerfully replied. It drew it self up and hopped over to the duo, examining their clothing. It suddenly flashed forward, taking both Eric and Jams by surprise, and tugged on the cloth of Eric's green shirt and Jams' red one, before hopping back. Before Eric could react, it complimented their clothing, and summoned its own poncho. On the poncho was a view of a city at night, with a bridge and a river underneath it in the foreground. Jams returned the favor, complimenting the bird's shirt in turn. Throwing in his own compliment, Eric stated, "That's quite a lovely poncho." After all this was finished, it said, "So whazzup, buddy ol pal o mine?" Both Eric and Jams replied that they were fine, with a bit of muttering about a headache.
The bird proceeds to inquire about the possibility of food. Before Eric can begin to explain that food can be summoned, Jams replies with his own explanation. Hmm. I like the sound of omni-(insert food name here). Turning from the creature, Jams walked over to where the mage was standing, and inquired as to the possibility of the bird/fish/thingamajob joining their group. A bit hesitantly, Eric said, "I guess I'd be fine with that. Adding another member to our party won't hurt." Facing the bird, Eric continued, "And if you are to adventure with us, I believe it would be for the best if we gave you a name. How does Jay sound?"
RE: A Tangled Mess - 00 - 04-03-2016
In an imitation of blushing the bird's feathers puff up haughtily, rolling proudly backwards as it drops its bill and gives a warm thanks to their return compliments, momentarily holding up its poncho to examine the faux crafted handiwork.
--Oh..."Canvas," eh?
That is a nice name!
...If a bit misleading...the bird recalls how the flooding fountain's drops of water, though briefly staining the white flooring, very quickly washed themselves out, not so much evaporating as disappearing into a void, and how all the blood from fights and the mess it's made on its own all seem mysteriously missing, cleaned up or just plain gone from existence.
The bird leans nonchalantly against the thick trunk of the nearest tree, listening and nodding and waving its hand dismissively at mister AWE Inc's explanation of Omnilium being used to make food, while the corners of its bill are forced upwards into a sweet smile at the nice, fun, simple names given to the delights that their minds had made in some recent past.
"Aye," it agrees, folding its arms over its chest, "but homegrown, kitchengone, and worldgathered foods always beat the summoned variety.
The, er, randomness and left-to-chance of it all, yknow?
Leaves the taste and texture maybe not better, least nots all the time, but more...interestin, ya hear me?"
It's going to take it then that these two don't have any such sustenance with them, and probably know of no such cafeterian cooks or kitchener's restaurants nearby.
But maybe...someone else does?
The bird coughs, rubbing its throat, which again gives off a shine as it shoves a fist deep into its mouth, rummaging around and rearranging the vocal chords -- its voice was starting to chaff it, even irritate it a little.
Time to bring back some cadence to this forest!
When its hand returns, though, in addition to having yanked out some tangled wind chimes, between the knotted wires and crooked silver cylinders, a spherical object rested.
Retrieving the orb and tossing away the blue-bloodied vocal chimes, the two began to talk amongst themselves-- oo...a party?
Maybe they DO know where to get some good munchies!
The bird just needs an invitation, is all...but how to get one?
Hmm....
Popping back up and hopping closer to them again, its face breaks out in a big grin upon receiving a new name from sir green robes.
The word crinkles in its ears like the chimes it'd just thrown out, somewhat missing the two letters trailing at its end.
"Oho, like the letter?" it squorlps, voice a bit quieter and smoother than before, though still a bit unpleasant to the ears (ey, I ain't singin' here fer no booty! go talk to those birds if ye want chordance and melody!).
"J, J, J...," it hums anyways, and through this its voice does sound pleasing, but only in this instant.
"I love it!
Do ye think the letter itself will mind tho?"
The bird pauses, thinking, and then shakes its hand, jumping once more to prop itself back on the previous tree.
"Naaah...and even if-- who cares, roight?
Haah--," it sniggersnorts, before its eyes catch sight of the sphere in its hands.
Maybe just...real quick, just in case, ei?
It might not even work, who knows.
"Oi, well--" it says, turning to them, and then away, tiptoeing around the tree, barely hiding itself behind it (its muddied tail feathers starting to stick out like a sore head).
"I'd be mighty happyjollyogeeomyyessirree if I got to go to the party with yas."
After all, what party DOESN'T have free food?
A bad one.
Terrible party.
The worst thing in existence.
That's what.
Yeah.
THINK ABOUT IT
Passing a hand over the sphere's surface, it lights up with a display of disco fever, bright spectral lights swirling around in the air above it before coalescing into a disc-shaped hologram, strange symbols parading all ways across its glowing, translucent orange surface.
The bird peers out from behind the tree, squinting at the duo.
"Well?
We ready or not?
Ye know where the party is, aye?
Where we headin?"
It waggles the sphere at them, sees its own hand and, as if suddenly spooked, ducks back behind the trunk again.
"Ready when ye are!
Jus lemme know!"
Oo...excite-excite-excite -- the bird jitters with the emotion!
While keeping one eye on them every few seconds with a swift-shuffling peek, the bird drops the sphere, which floats in midair but half a foot or so from its lungs, and starts to pass its fingers quickly through the lights and symbols.
For a quick moment it glances at its long tail feathers, and, grumbling, waves them away, barely waiting for them to shed from its body and fall to the ground before returning to...whatever it is it's doing.
RE: A Tangled Mess - Jams Bolero - 04-06-2016
"Eric, I believe the next decision is yours, so excuse me as I examine the nearby flora for a bit," Jams stated rather formally. He felt like he's been the leader of the group for a while, and hoped that Eric would make the next decision to balance the authority out. In the meantime, he looked toward a tree that miraculously caught his eye instead of "J" and began to examine it. The leaves were the main reason, they were a medium spring green. While there were certainly plenty of trees with lavender or pearl flowers, this tree was decked in an odd sort of green flowers that looked like buttercups and whose color reminded him of a friend. It started with a "K"... nonetheless, it is quite odd that a tree would have such bright leaves only to have such mediocre flowers. It was more odd to find such an outlier to the rest of the trees. They were generally light in tone, sure, but not a ridiculously bright greenish-blue shade.
From this tree came more flora that piqued his intrigue. A very unusual plant that grew low to the ground donned blue flowers, a color that Jams never realized was so rare in the nature of his own world until now. Another was a white tree with black bark that felt almost like paper to his fingers. Rainbow ivy surrounded it that seemed to be shifting in colors along a steady path, creating a rather gorgeous scene around this tree. It was around here that Jams noticed some areas of the forest were a little denser than others. Perhaps it was the types of trees or mayhaps there were simply more of them, but there certainly were thicker parts of the woods.
Looking behind him, Jams realized he had walked a fair bit away from the group. As he attempted to turn back, he couldn't help but notice a certain smell that reminded him of... "Burnt cooking?" As Jams looked deeper into the forest, he noticed that there was a large bit of greenery that was simply missing. In its place was slight smoke along with the charred remains of thousands of trees. The air smelt of ash and burnt onions, and nothing made a noise beyond a single (probably) living being within the destruction. "Oh jeez... HEY GUYS! YOU MIGHT WANNA CHECK THIS OUT!" Jams yelled semi-worriedly. It already happened, anyway, it's not like the forest would spontaneously catch on fire again, so there wasn't much to worry about for the time being.
RE: A Tangled Mess - Soldier 75 - 04-09-2016
Blast it Jams, I have no idea what to do with J. Watching the humongous bird, the mage witnessed it, him..... I am definitely not going to ask what gender he is. Nope. Hmm, it seems that Eric had begun to acclimate to the constant craziness of this place, for he didn't spare a second thought as J pulled a sphere and... wind chimes? Ok, maybe he gave a bit more thought to that particular item, but otherwise he stayed away from it. As the bird rounded a tree, Eric sneaked a quick glance behind him, searching out Jams. The kid was examining the local flora, most likely admiring the multitude of colors. With a jerk, he turned back to J as he called out something about a party, and then returned to fiddling with the sphere; it seemed to be some sort of communications device.
Opening his mouth to respond, Eric yet again hears a voice calling from behind, and gladly shuts it. Spinning around, Eric noted the worry in Jams' voice. His feet pounded upon the soft, fertile earth as he ran to where Jams was standing. The kid pointed to an area of complete destruction, filled with burnt ashes. The air was filled with a noxious smell, burning the inside of Eric's nostrils. "J, you might want to see this," he called over his shoulder.
RE: A Tangled Mess - 00 - 04-11-2016
O halibuts and hendrums, it works!-- the bird's face fell into focus as a box is projected onto the floating screen, thinking.
This certainly did not occur the last time.
Hrrmnow...how to put forth a message, a question?
And to receive.
Or travel.
Uh.
Does it even work the same?
In any way at all?
With one of its glances, the bird notices one of its newfound fellows moving off, the other giving it something of a weird look.
Redman must be scouting ahead!
Perhaps lookin' fer more party members before they move off for good?
The bird taps its head, trying to recall what he'd just said he was going to do, but then, deciding it's probably not important, with a careless shrug and a simple smile and wave to greenrobes (hadn't they given their names? what were--...ah well, no matter), returns to the datadigitalelectronicweberlythingamajig, trying to figure out.
Its patience thins very quickly, and very soon it's hammering away at the screen, not even bothering to check its spelling, much less retreat from static and gobbledygook, and before long it's hitting sendsendssend and someone's calling out to it.
"Comin'!" it squawks, excitement peaking once more.
The bird takes the sphere in hand and smashes it firmly into the soil, barely catching the eye of its flickering, failing projection and scattered remains before it's off and running towards the voice, branches slicing through its feathers and leaves smacking against its face.
What rude plants.
At least -- here the bird pauses, standing just behind the duo and leaning, peering over their heads -- someone's taken to...teaching them a lesson?
--Eehhhhhh??
"Aw, man!" the bird cries, wings falling to the floor (and probably brushing a bit against the others as it lets them hang) in disappointed dismay.
The enormous burned remains of a probably once-forest is quite the sight indeed -- not to mention the SMELL...boyoboy, the smell!
Burnt an' all, even stings a bit, tearing up the eyes a tad.
In fact, someone might even be able to deduce--"Someone had a blazin' barbed Q without us‽"
That musta been the party! here and gone, they were so late, too late, sunaves there's probably nothin' left!...so now what are they gon' eat!
Maaaaaan....