FML!

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

WHO: An angry, angry bird Fakir, and YOU (meaning it is open, come see the angry birdboy)
WHERE: All over Stan Lee's creation
WHEN: Throughout the day of May 31
WARNINGS: Uh. Nothing YET.
SUMMARY: Fakir has found himself in a very unpleasant situation. He's cruising around the City looking for help, which isn't that easy considering he can't talk.
FORMAT: hmeng. Whatever works for you, guys.



The past couple days had been hard on Fakir. The fact that he'd been transfigured didn't trouble him so much, so long as he avoided anything reflective enough to remind him. No, the loss of his own voice and the use of his hands bothered him most, because that made communication an impossibility. He knew that without a way to explain himself, he'd never be able to get back into the apartment. Not after how Mytho had chased him out.

At least the view wasn't so bad. No point in admiring it, though, not when he could be searching out anyone in this City who could help. Someone had to speak bird, right?




[[OOC note: Info up in this bitch. Just tag in with your character going about their day, as Fakir will be soaring all over the City in search of help. Because I'm Satan, he won't find truly useful help until around Wednesday or Thursday, but you can harass him now. As long as you're outdoors, you can run into him. If Fakir knows your character, he'll even seek them out//bug them.]]

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[seyfertsalvage.livejournal.com]

Juston Seyfert looked like a bit of a mess as he walked to the park, his long stringy brown hair having spilled over in his face as he let out a slow morning yawn. One month ago he had helped save the world... or a least a peace of it, but he never really talked to anyone about it, and he never truly felt like a hero.

But now that his classes were over he was just going to enjoy a little time in the park. A cup of coffee in one hand and a small loaf of bread in the other he flashed a half-smile as he fed some ducks. The lad was for the moment unaware that he was being watched by a bird.

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

Fakir had indeed been watching him, if only for a few moments, before he glided down out of the tree he'd settled into and came to rest beside the ducks. He wasn't interested in the bread, but he was interested in cawing at Juston in the most plaintive manner he could manage.

It was highly unlikely that Juston would help, but Christ, he had to try.

[seyfertsalvage.livejournal.com]

Juston hadn't noticed the crow at first. The sleepy eyed boy smiled a bit as a small duckling had crawled up towards the bench.

"You're not going to believe this." Juston said to the ordinary duck. "But one of the first people I met here was a duck like you."

The boy paused for a moment a little startled as the crow called out to him. He hastily reached down handing a piece of bread. "Well someone's hungry today..."

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

Fakir let out a croak that passed for "For Christ's sake," and shook his head from side to side in what probably looked like an unusual gesture in a bird.

[easyopentabs.livejournal.com]

Rue was not quite sure what had prompted her to ask Mytho to spend that Sunday with her. She told herself it was only because the weather was nice, only to take his mind off things. But deep down she knew it was her own insecurity, taking advantage of the fact that Fakir wasn't around.

But he was just so quiet. Certainly, her prince was a quiet person, but not to this degree, not with a cloud of sadness hanging over his head, spoiling his lovely face. She began to feel guilty for bringing him out here at all. Had he really only come because she'd told him to?

"It really is lovely out here, isn't it?" she said, looking over at him.

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

Mytho gave a small nod, expression not at all changing. Rue had asked him to go with her, so he had, but his mind was heavy with worry about Fakir's disappearance.

[easyopentabs.livejournal.com]

Rue frowned a little at his response, taking his hand in an attempt to be comforting.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Are you still worried about Fakir?"

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

Mytho again nodded. "Ben's worried too... he can't tell where Fakir is..."

mid-afternoon!

[taughttolisten.livejournal.com]

The robes and cloak were at home, the lightsaber tucked into the back of his trouser waistband under his shirt. Aside from the disheveled hair and the dark smudges under his eyes that indicated several sleepless nights, Obi-Wan looked entirely like a native of this world.

A normal man, whose concern over the imPort population's war was totally overshadowed by something even worse.

He'd pulled a still from one of Fakir's video communications, had someone at a copy shop help him put together a few simple sentences of information. And now he was on the streets with an armful of flyers, alternating between posting them on walls and telephone poles and handing them out to strangers with as gentle a plea as the early summer heat and his growing worry would allow.

"My son is missing. Have you seen him?"

JESUS, BEN ):

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

He'd hardly recognized Ben at first, once he even noticed him. Even then, he'd only been drawn to the disheveled man with the stack of fliers because he'd heard Ben's voice.

"My son is missing. Have you seen him?"

His heart sank, and he allowed himself to drift to the ground by Ben's feet. Any attempts on his part to say, "Go home and go to sleep, you moron," escaped his throat as high-pitched croaks. He really was getting sick of having no damned voice...

/puts your cranky face on milk cartons and cries quietly at night

[taughttolisten.livejournal.com]

Obi-Wan wasn't really surprised by the crow landing so close to him: even in his own world, many Jedi were good with animals, their calm presences and attunement with the Force marking them as unthreatening. The squawking, however, was another matter.

It made him smile, though the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"I don't suppose you've seen him," he murmured, moving to tape another flyer to the top of a newspaper vending box.

God it's gonna be so hard for him to be a jerk after seeing this

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

Fakir hopped right along after him, continuing to berate him. At times like these, he really did wish that he could just project feelings the way Ben did, but he would have to settle for butting his head impatiently against his ankle. Hell, right now what he really wished for was his own body back!

mmmmm evenin' when treedemons come out

[violentsoftie.livejournal.com]

Hiei was, unsurprisingly enough, just waking up from a nap in his favorite tree in the park. He stretched and yawned lazily but didn't abandon his position just yet.

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

Reluctantly, Fakir perched on a branch adjacent to where he'd spotted Hiei sleeping. Why he slept the whole day away, Fakir had no idea. He gave his wings a hard flap in a bid for attention.

[violentsoftie.livejournal.com]

Hiei cast the so-called bird a lazy sideways glance...and turned away again.

Maybe he would sleep for a few more minutes, after all.

[loveyourenemy.livejournal.com]

Matsuka drifted down the sidewalk, picking his meandering way back through the Upper West Side from the toy store in the general direction of the MAC. He was in no hurry. With Bakura on vacation and his usual routine disrupted, he felt a little bit at loose ends, and though he thought he probably ought to just head quickly back to his apartment, he found himself taking a longer route instead, drawing out the walk home and the time to himself that it provided.

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

Fakir had been performing an aerial patrol of the park for the past hour. He noticed that mop of light-colored hair first, and drifted down lower to investigate. Upon further inspection, it wasn't Mytho again. Or Bakura. How many people had hair like that in this city?!

[loveyourenemy.livejournal.com]

Matsuka wouldn't even have really noticed the raven swooping down overhead - but the sense of a mind full of frustration and close by him pinged his senses immediately, and he paused and looked up, confused by the feeling that the source of those thoughts was somewhere above him. He didn't see anyone, but he could definitely sense...

Soon enough his eyes fixed on Fakir, and he frowned in confusion. A bird? "...you're...?"

[ofthedream.livejournal.com]

While Fakir probably has a giant hate for women who turn into dragons right about now, Ysera is blissfully ignorant of that. In fact, she was out enjoying the green growing things in the park as best she could. It wasn't wilderness by any stretch of the imagination, but it was the closest she was likely to find outside a dream in this City.

As she sat on an artistically landscaped boulder on the edge of a pond, she watched the ducks swimming around and wished, once again, that she still had the power to touch and communicate with Nature in all it's forms. While she could see their little ducky dreams, it wasn't really the same.

She looked down at her hands and once again wondered how it could be possible for a mere construct to bind her power and form, and cast her into this physical world.

Sorry for the terrible slowness; my life is amazing

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

Luckily, Fakir had no idea that the green-haired woman he spotted by the pond had ever been a dragon. He came to rest on the far edge of the rock out of curiosity.

it's fine as long as you forgive mine in return

[ofthedream.livejournal.com]

At the sound of wings right beside her, Ysera turned her head to face Fakibird, her eyes remained closed, though. However, her eyebrows raised as she flicked her ears in surprise.

This raven had very un-ravenish daydreams, fantasies, and hopes flickering about him. Was it a particularly grumpy druid in flight form?

"Hello, little one." Her tone was kind and curious.

ooc

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Also, when you get a chance, please fill out Ysera's permissions (http://ofthedream.livejournal.com/602.html?mode=reply) post.

HERE, HAVE THIS DRAGON

[cancersparkles.livejournal.com]

Ancient Fairy Dragon is out for an afternoon walk with Kuribon. She didn't like giving the poor fuzzball a leash and collar--Kuribon's just as respectable a Duel Monster as she!--but Juudai's warning about the social divide had her worried. Keeping Kuribon cooped up inside all the time didn't exactly sit well with her, either, so she had decided it was in their best interest to try passing her off as an exotic breed of dog while out in public. Down the sidewalk they go, weaving through crowds, crossing the street, taking care not to wander too far from where they were staying... Surely, there had to be some part of this city with green grass!

OOH A DAGRON

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

Another green-haired woman, this one walking the ugliest dog Fakir had ever seen. The weirdos really did come out in groups. He rested i na nearby tree and observed them, idly curious.

[cancersparkles.livejournal.com]

Finally, they stop at a bench. AFD sits down and checks her comm to see what time it is. Kuribon hops up in her lap and... chitters? Something. Definitely not a normal dog sound. Without missing a beat, her green-haired "owner" starts talking back.

Wait, does she seriously understand what that "dog" is saying? Well, some people talk to their pets, right? The people passing them don't seem to be paying much attention to it, anyway.