had_not_lived | ♕ |[36]| And he unrolled his feathers and rowed him softly home

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♕ |[36]| And he unrolled his feathers and rowed him softly home

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[With some scratching and fluttering the device is switched on to show... a bird! rather precariously perched on the edge of a desk.

He doesn't say anything, just spreads and flutters his wings before resettling and regaining his balance. He pauses there for a moment, chirps, and then leaps airward and heads for the open window.]

[ooc; Open for random action as he flies around, or i guess video responses later, but he can't talk much <333 so action's prolly more interesting. :D alsopleasepretendthiswasearlier <3]

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[Fascinating and fluttering, this bird is currently perched on a low wall preening, picking at his feathers, oblivious to all fuzzy dangers...]

[Satisfied with the state of his plumage, Neil straightens, head swiveling to take in his surrounds as he considers where to fly next. He pauses, though, upon noticing the cat-- his feathers fluff slightly with concern, but he doesn't immediately make a break for it.]

[Neil gives a loud, indignant chirp and hops back a few paces. Not that that's likely to make a difference to a hungry cat, but maybe it'll quit once it realizes it's lost the upper hand.]

[Hey, how does Neil know whether Cain is hungry or not? He crouches a little and extends his wings, ready to fly as soon as the cat pounces.]

[And he's airborne in the same second, retreating to higher ground with a series of irritated chirps and what sounds like a surprisingly clear NO!-- after all, starlings are the poor-man's Myna-- in the midst of it.]

No!

[Neil chides, with a ruffle of his feathers. Feeling mischievous, he drops off his higher perch and swoops down to buzz the cat-- staying just out of paw reach, as far as he can estimate.]

You too, eh?

[The bird doesn't answer, exactly; he fluffs his wings and bobs his head in a makeshift nod.]

[A bird is not quite the animal that this ~~robot~~ ~~kid~~ robo-kid happens to be looking for at the moment, but it still manages to catch his eye. He's been programmed to be as human-like as a robot can get, but living things--actual living things--still manage to fascinate him a little.

And so he slows to a halt, tilting his head a little as he fixes his gaze on it. Hey, he can spare a moment out of his search for his dog to watch this bird, right? Besides, Rush likes to chase birds. Who knows, maybe he'll turn up to harass this one or something.]

[Not being your average starling, Neil notices people noticing him-- even when they have no idea he's anything other than an ordinary bird. He hops a bit closer and leans, extending and raising one wing in his best imitation of a wave.]

[...Okay, normal birds definitely don't act like that. But it's definitely not some kind of robo-bird, either, since there's no way technology has gotten that advanced without his knowing about it. In short, this little critter, whatever it is, is perplexing.]

Huh. That's weird...

[He's rather pleased to have conveyed his message, more or less, and so he folds his wings back down. Fluffing his feathers, Neil dips his head in a little nod.]

[His shades do a pretty decent job of hiding his quirked eyebrow, but it is definitely up. Unfortunately, his memory banks don't happen to cover starling calls in particular, but a bird is a bird and hey, Blues is a pretty good whistler, if he does say so himself. Which he does.]

Hey, bird. [He whistles a little, imitating some bird call or another.] Acting kinda weird, aren't you?

Hey~!

[He can't quite talk, but he can mimic a word or two with a little effort. Starlings are adaptable little beasties.]

Huh! You're better at that than Beat is.

[Oh, right, and speaking of Beat and the robo-animal menagerie back home...]

Hey, uh, you haven't seen a big dopey robo-mutt around here anywhere, have you?

[He cocks his head quizzically, having no idea who the boy's talking about. After a moment he shakes it from side to side, the motion slightly exaggerated to show that it's an intentional, intelligent answer to the question.]

I'm actually talking to a bird. Man, I'm losing it. ...Well, I'm looking for one and he likes chasing birds, so you better watch out, bird.

[Pause.]

...Are you lost, too?

No~

[If a bird can have an air of unconcern, Neil does. A little cautiously-- around here, you never know who bites really-- he flies to a nearer perch. Doesn't seem like a bad kid.]

[It really is a testament to his creators' genius, how well he can pass for an average human kid. You'd hardly even guess his skin's made of titanium.]

Well, hey, that makes one of us. My dog's lost, and I guess I kinda am, too. [A wince.] Oh, man, Father's gonna disassemble me if he finds out I lost Rush...

[Under other circumstances, he'd do his best to explain where they are and what's going on-- whether he's a genuine new arrival or just someone cursed into forgetfulness, Neil doesn't like to see people suffer in bewilderment. All he can do, though, is make some reassuring whistling sounds and fly in a few loose circles overhead.

He'll help you look, for whatever it's worth.]

[don't mind that fox sneaking up on you, little bird. Really. just sit there like a good bird so she can find a way up there]

[Unfortunately for you, miss fox, he's already had a run-in with a predator today. And as such this starling has his beady little eyes peeled for stalkers of all varieties-- though really a cat seems like a more common threat.

With a low, disapproving whistle he hops into the air and flits to a higher perch. If a bird can glare, this one is, wary.]

[damn it. She licks her lips and lowers her hears as she looks up at the stupid bird, glaring back. Her tail clicks as well]

Don't want to come down?

[He cocks his head at that, and whistles again, obviously disapproving. Neil doesn't understand how someone cursed into an animal shape would take the risk of hunting live prey.]

[she can't help it. The wildness in her is winning over. just barks unhappy at you]

No no no~

[Managing more than one simple word at a time is beyond him, though his comprehension and thought are entirely intact. Too much to translate, perhaps, from a human mind to a bird beak. Nonetheless his chiding tone is unmistakable.]

BIRDIE!!!! Heehee~

[He whistles brightly, and leans to one side, raising a wing in salute.]

[Have a very happy little toddler. Solomon giggles and claps his hands to show his approval of the pretty bird.]

[Hey, Neil may not know the kid, but he's a born crowd-pleaser by nature. He jumps into the air, vanishing out of the frame as he gains a little height, and reappears after a moment, spiraling back down to the surface.]

Ooooooooo~ heeheeheehee~ AGAIN!

[Todd doesn't object to Neil going out on his own. He can more than understand the other boy's desire to take advantage of the fact that he can fly for a day. So after Neil goes out, he does, too. After all, as bizarre as the last curse he was affected with was, Claire made a good point; he does stay at home too much. So Todd is out for another walk, hoping it might be somewhat less awkward. He's not cursed for this one, at least, even if the rest of the City has any number of possible issues.]

[It isn't that Neil doesn't want to spend time with Todd-- this is just a rare and interesting opportunity, he couldn't help but take advantage of it. Still, when he spots his friend walking the boy-turned-bird is glad to see him; a fact he expresses as dramatically as possible, literally falling out of the clear blue sky to circle his head a few times before fluttering to a stop on Todd's shoulder. With an excited little trill he tugs lightly on a few strands of the other boy's hair with his beak.]

[There's a moment, when Neil first dives at him, that Todd almost yelps because of how startled he is. Almost. One of his other early instincts is to swat at whatever's seemingly attacking his head, but thankfully, he realizes exactly who this overexcited bird must be before he actually does so. By the time the bird is perched on his shoulder and tugging at his hair, Todd's expression has changed from slightly panicked surprise to mild but fond annoyance, with which he regards the bird on his shoulder.]

...having fun?

[Neil nods vehemently, bobbing his head; in the sunlight the iridescent tinge of his feathers is much more noticeable. It kind of suits him, being such a small and energetic creature.

Out of respect for his friend, the starling doesn't spread his wings (not wanting to put out an eye or anything, obviously.) He does cock his head to one side and look in the direction Todd had been walking with an exaggerated motion, as if to ask where the boy is heading.]

[Todd laughs at that; it certainly does suit him, and does a perfectly adequate job of keeping his personality intact - and expressing it.

He can guess as to the meaning of the gesture.]

Where am I going?

[He shrugs slightly, the empty shoulder moving a bit more than the other, not wanting to disturb Neil's perch.]

Just walking. It's a commonly held belief that I spend too much time inside.

[The consideration is appreciated. He's pretty comfortable, though, and solidly perched-- small talons in the fabric of the boy's coat, hardly long or sharp enough to prick him through it. He nods amicably, and looks again in Todd's direction. Carry on.

Birds like having company too, you know.]

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♕ |[36]| And he unrolled his feathers and rowed him softly home

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