04-03-2016, 10:37 AM
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..."
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..."
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