06-06-2015, 12:03 PM
Doc woke up in the medical bay. There was a weird humanoid thing, with a beak. Oddly enough, it had a snout, like a dog's, almost. However, the rest of its body was covered entirely in feathers, except for a small purple vest and a matching hat with ear-flaps. It had uselessly tiny wings twitching on where its shoulder blades would be, and one long feather for a tail.
“What the hell,” Doc muttered.
“Relax, I’m a friend,” the bird-man replied, “Now drink up.”
The bird-man tipped a glass bottle into Doc’s lips very slowly. White liquid, with the texture of milk, poured into his throat. The taste, however, was nothing like milk.
Doc sat up, sputtering and spewing the liquid all over the bird-man.
“AGH! God dammit, that’s gross!”
“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU”
“Relax, man, it’s fine!” the bird cried out in fear as Doc picked up his blade from his bedside table, “You’re just recovering after your fight with Commander Eckhart.”
Dr. McNinja scowled, then realized that his mask was not on. He was about ready to skewer this little pigeon thing. He stuck the tip of his katana under its chin.
“Where is my mask,” he muttered, his voice dripping hate.
“I-i-it’s by your t-t-table,” the bird whimpered.
Doc quickly sheathed his sword and found the black cloth. With a swift and deft movement, he retied around his face, concealing his face again. After his identity was once again secured, he stormed up to the bird and picked it up by a feather on its ear.
“I have three things to say to you,” Doc muttered furiously, "One. You do not touch the mask. Two. You tell anyone what I look like, you so much remember it, I will lobotomize the memory from your brain. Three. You do not touch the mask. Am I understood?”
“Y-y-yes, sir,” the bird whimpered.
“Good,” Doc said, then dropped him on the floor. “Now what the hell were you poisoning me with?”
“I-i-it’s a white potion. It.. It uh… regenerates your health.”
Doc snickered. “Voodoo medicine. This is just colored cough syrup, isn’t it?”
“Take a sip,” the bird said. He finally managed to stand up, rubbing his head where he had been attacked.
Oh, it had to be poison, now. Doc rolled his eyes and murmured, “Whatever. I’ll just do that trick Dad taught me once.” He took a quick swig from the bottle…
…and felt much better.
It was as if energy was coursing through his body, coating it with sheer power. His heart seemed to pump harder, but at a more steady rate. Previous aches or bruises seemed to burn off his skin pleasantly, like the feeling of a strong soap on dirty skin.
“Okay,” Doc thought out loud, “Looks… like voodoo magic works here.”
“Not voodoo magic,” the bird proudly said, “Skilled alchemy.”
McNinja scoffed. “What’s the difference?”
“I take offense to that!” the bird screamed, then thinking for a moment, seemed to shrivel as he added, “Sir.”
Doc rolled his eyes, but pocketed a few vials anyway. They might be helpful in the future.
“Anyway, uh…” Doc waved at the bird for his name.
“Kiriwing,” the bird replied.
“Uh… Kiriwing,” Doc nodded, “So what happens now?”
The bird shrugged. “I think they approved you as a Knight. Which means you have go to your knighting ceremony.”
“Where’s that at?”
"I don't know. Ask Neinheart. He should be at the Seat of Shinsoo.”
“Shinsoo?”
“That’s the giant bird that watches over all of Ereve,” Kiriwing explained, as if that was totally normal, “It fell asleep in the heart of Ereve, where the Emperors’ Throne used to be.”
Dr. McNinja cocked his head. “How’s it watching over Ereve if it’s asleep?”
Kiriwing frowned, then shrugged. “Hell if I know. She’s supposed to be magic or something.”
Doc scowled and started walking away. “Well, thanks for the heal, Kiriwing, and the potions. I’ll see you around.”
“God, I hope not,” Kiriwing muttered under his breath. Doc pretended not to hear. Kiriwing’s reaction was justified. After all, Dr. McNinja had just come heartbeats away from killing him.
Dr. McNinja strolled along the bright green grass, in which light trickled like a river as it waved in the wind.
"God, I hate magic," he thought.
“What the hell,” Doc muttered.
“Relax, I’m a friend,” the bird-man replied, “Now drink up.”
The bird-man tipped a glass bottle into Doc’s lips very slowly. White liquid, with the texture of milk, poured into his throat. The taste, however, was nothing like milk.
Doc sat up, sputtering and spewing the liquid all over the bird-man.
“AGH! God dammit, that’s gross!”
“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU”
“Relax, man, it’s fine!” the bird cried out in fear as Doc picked up his blade from his bedside table, “You’re just recovering after your fight with Commander Eckhart.”
Dr. McNinja scowled, then realized that his mask was not on. He was about ready to skewer this little pigeon thing. He stuck the tip of his katana under its chin.
“Where is my mask,” he muttered, his voice dripping hate.
“I-i-it’s by your t-t-table,” the bird whimpered.
Doc quickly sheathed his sword and found the black cloth. With a swift and deft movement, he retied around his face, concealing his face again. After his identity was once again secured, he stormed up to the bird and picked it up by a feather on its ear.
“I have three things to say to you,” Doc muttered furiously, "One. You do not touch the mask. Two. You tell anyone what I look like, you so much remember it, I will lobotomize the memory from your brain. Three. You do not touch the mask. Am I understood?”
“Y-y-yes, sir,” the bird whimpered.
“Good,” Doc said, then dropped him on the floor. “Now what the hell were you poisoning me with?”
“I-i-it’s a white potion. It.. It uh… regenerates your health.”
Doc snickered. “Voodoo medicine. This is just colored cough syrup, isn’t it?”
“Take a sip,” the bird said. He finally managed to stand up, rubbing his head where he had been attacked.
Oh, it had to be poison, now. Doc rolled his eyes and murmured, “Whatever. I’ll just do that trick Dad taught me once.” He took a quick swig from the bottle…
…and felt much better.
It was as if energy was coursing through his body, coating it with sheer power. His heart seemed to pump harder, but at a more steady rate. Previous aches or bruises seemed to burn off his skin pleasantly, like the feeling of a strong soap on dirty skin.
“Okay,” Doc thought out loud, “Looks… like voodoo magic works here.”
“Not voodoo magic,” the bird proudly said, “Skilled alchemy.”
McNinja scoffed. “What’s the difference?”
“I take offense to that!” the bird screamed, then thinking for a moment, seemed to shrivel as he added, “Sir.”
Doc rolled his eyes, but pocketed a few vials anyway. They might be helpful in the future.
“Anyway, uh…” Doc waved at the bird for his name.
“Kiriwing,” the bird replied.
“Uh… Kiriwing,” Doc nodded, “So what happens now?”
The bird shrugged. “I think they approved you as a Knight. Which means you have go to your knighting ceremony.”
“Where’s that at?”
"I don't know. Ask Neinheart. He should be at the Seat of Shinsoo.”
“Shinsoo?”
“That’s the giant bird that watches over all of Ereve,” Kiriwing explained, as if that was totally normal, “It fell asleep in the heart of Ereve, where the Emperors’ Throne used to be.”
Dr. McNinja cocked his head. “How’s it watching over Ereve if it’s asleep?”
Kiriwing frowned, then shrugged. “Hell if I know. She’s supposed to be magic or something.”
Doc scowled and started walking away. “Well, thanks for the heal, Kiriwing, and the potions. I’ll see you around.”
“God, I hope not,” Kiriwing muttered under his breath. Doc pretended not to hear. Kiriwing’s reaction was justified. After all, Dr. McNinja had just come heartbeats away from killing him.
Dr. McNinja strolled along the bright green grass, in which light trickled like a river as it waved in the wind.
"God, I hate magic," he thought.
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