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genessia2016-07-02 06:15 pm
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[Open | Action] Birds!
[Choose a location] -- Attleton or Genessia City
Thanks to Amberdrake, Sanzo is a "reluctant" secondary caretaker of a flock of ten, rainbow colored birds. They're the size of finches and ramble in disjointed sentences. They know how to listen to others if commands are directed at them, but would one know that right off the bat? They love to imitate the speech of others and annoy interesting strangers. Sanzo might have as few as two and as many as ten while he's walking about, being bored.
One of the birds might just take an interest in some stanger and try to play with their hair...
((OOC Warning: Don't be aggressive towards the birds unless you're after a fight.))
Thanks to Amberdrake, Sanzo is a "reluctant" secondary caretaker of a flock of ten, rainbow colored birds. They're the size of finches and ramble in disjointed sentences. They know how to listen to others if commands are directed at them, but would one know that right off the bat? They love to imitate the speech of others and annoy interesting strangers. Sanzo might have as few as two and as many as ten while he's walking about, being bored.
One of the birds might just take an interest in some stanger and try to play with their hair...
((OOC Warning: Don't be aggressive towards the birds unless you're after a fight.))
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"Are these your birds? They're really... determined... ahh, stop that!" There went the preening again. "My earlobe is not a food!"
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"They're annoying." Still not helping. "They like bright things, you're brighter than they are."
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"My earlobe is not a food!" the bird mimicked, not at all bothered by being held like this.
"That's what I said! Here," he held out his hand toward Sanzo, "take it back. It's defective."
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Two more birds joined them now they had finished hopping around nearby, content to stay with their owner, mostly because he glared at them when they made a go for Saitama.
"They're not defective, that's what they do. Messengers. Still pretty useless." Okay he couldn't stand it anymore. "What are you wearing?"
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"This?" Saitama plucked at the front of his clothing, under the big zipper pull. "It's my hero outfit."
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"Is that a joke or...?"
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And then he turned and strolled off, his cape flapping merrily behind him.