capeandcowllogs | Blackbird Singing in the Dead of Night [ OPEN ]

WHO:

just_daine and Costumed Folks
WHERE: All over!
WHEN: All day and night
WARNINGS: Possible violence?
SUMMARY: DAINE STALKS SUPERHEROES IN BIRD FORM
FORMAT: Starting as prose, but switching to action is acceptable

Daine had always known that hunting was the best way to get food when one was in want of a job, as she was. She dared not spend the stipend given her for a position she had yet to fully understand, much less accept. In a city like this one, though, there wasn't much game to be found. Her best bet was to change and take whatever she could get in the way of seeds, scraps, and maybe even some bugs if she got really desperate.

That was how she found out about the 'capes'. The rats who had introduced her to the city hadn't told her about the costumed superheroes running around night and day. To them, all humans wore funny cloth that would serve them better as bedding or maybe as something shiny to add to their home. These costumes were entirely different, and they deserved an explanation.

Unfortunately for Daine, her clothes didn't change with her when she became a bird and took to the skies. She had left them in the little room given her by the people who brought her here. There was simply no choice. If she wanted an explanation, she would have to do as Numair had once suggested: observe.

[ooc | Start a thread with a time and place and I'll give you a type of fowl to be stalked by! If you aren't wearing a silly costume, feel free to improvise or use animal-related superpowers on her! ]

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[ And more ruffling, because she just realized how rude she was being. ]

< Oh, yes! I'm so sorry, I started gabbing away and forgot to introduce myself. My name is Daine. I need to get back to Tortall, if it isn't too much trouble. >

[ Daine. She recognizes that name. Suddenly her attention is a little sharper, because Daine had certainly not been an owl last time Khisanth had seen her. The only answer to that she can think of is that the girl is a shapechanger. And the only way Khisanth knows of to shapechange was taught to her by a now-dead species. Despite not recognizing the name of her desired destination, she can't help but feel a spark of hope. ]

Daine. [ A thoughtful noise, low and rumbling. ] Were you taught qhen, Daine?

[ She shakes her little owl head, a very human gesture for nocturnal fowl. ]

< I'm sorry, I don't know what that is. >

[ From what she's seen already, she doubts the girl is capable of lying. Or at least, of telling a convincing lie. So she'll believe that, even if it means disappointment.

It would have been too much to hope for, anyway. ]

But you are a shapechanger?

[ She gives an awkward little owl nod. ]

< I'm told it's called Wild Magic. >

[ Nothing she's ever heard of. But that's not unusual, considering this plane is full of that. Still, though, one parallel between them is a start. ]

And can you take any shape?

< I don't know. I only just learned how to do it before I was brought here, so I haven't had much time to find out. Just about anything I'm familiar with, it seems like. >

[ with casual indifference: ] Would you be able to take the shape of a dragon, then?

[ She's not sure if she'll be impressed or offended if she can. ]

< I... I don't know. To be honest, I'm a little afraid to try. >

As you should be.

[ It's said with a little huff, and she finally sits up from her lounge. It's better, she hesitatingly decides, that Daine not be a dragon. A dragon can be a human, but no human is fit to be a dragon. And especially not one as meek as this one. ]

Although my magic can do a great many things, only the Porter can get you home again.

< Oh. > [ Her feathers fall flat along with her hopes. ]

< I'm terribly sorry to have bothered you for nothing. >

[ It's not for nothing, as far as Khisanth is concerned. Not that she'll ever say it. ]

How did you learn to change your shape?

[ She looks back up at the dragon. ]

< The Badger God helped me. Apparently I've been able to do it all my life, only I never knew. >

[ badger god. what the hell. ]

How?

[ She adjusts her wings, an owl equivalent of a frown. ] < I've always been able to talk to animals. He told me if I focused hard enough, I could get in their heads, see through their eyes. When I tried it, I started to change by accident. Numair helped me control it with meditation. >

[ Those gleaming orange eyes narrow, just a little. ]

You're very free with your information.

< You would know if I was lying, wouldn't you? >

Yes. [ ...maybe. ]

Is it only dragons that get the full truth from you, then?

[ And another shake of that awkward owl head. ]

< Not at all! I tell the truth all the time. Well, often, anyway. >

[ oh god this child is going to last five minutes. ...Not that she cares, or anything. HEAVY SIGH. ]

Move that to "rarely" and you might survive this plane.

< Why's that? >

[ with a low growl: ] Because people will use you, human. They'll use you, betray you, and abandon you.

[ and why is she trying to warn a human child about this. she should just let her see. ]

< Not all of them. >

Then you must have better luck than I. But suffice it to say most will.

Blackbird Singing in the Dead of Night [ OPEN ]

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