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Thirty-Fifth Flare - Video/Action - Fire is forever his thing

[Over the SFC]

[For anyone who hasn’t seen Lea yet, he appears to be some sort of bastard child between a large bird and fire, or ashes, depending on when someone sees him. Right now, it’s the point inbetween, with his currently gray hair just beginning to regain its spikiness, embers visible near his scalp. There are feathers along his jaw and the corners of his eyes, and also focused a great deal on his forearms and hands. His entire bottom half? That of a bird. The large wings attached to his back are a nice touch too. ]

[Right now, he looks a bit frustrated as he rubs his chin, one large talony-fingernail visible.]

So, I don’t suppose any of you really magical folk know how to make a bird-guy stop spontaneously combusting? Because that is some information I could really use. A lot. I’d try and use some of my usual magic, but I think I’m limited to fire magic right now.

…And also I have the voice of a freakin’ god, if I do say so myself, but that’s seriously not much use, know what I’m saying?

[Morning in the forest]

[Hop hop hop! Sure is Lea, carrying a basket of goodies and looking for a house of… some kind. Listen, he’s not much of a Little Red Riding Bird, but Carol said there was a Grandma's house he had to deliver these to…]

[Help a bird out?]

[Midday, the marketplace]

[Guess who’s gotten the hang of this whole ‘having wings’ thing since the curse started?]

[So if you’re wandering around today, then you might have a phoenix-boy suddenly come swooping down to try and land on your shoulders, if you’re big enough. Also? He’s a lot more… fiery than this morning. As in, really fiery.]

[Strangely enough, it doesn’t burn, but like anyone is going to notice that with a giant flaming bird all over them.]

[‘But wait!’ you may ask. ‘What if they’re not big enough to be landed on?’]

[Well, for those light enough in weight, they may find themselves being carried off by a grinning jackass of a phoenix boy.]

[He’s a sweetheart. Really. Probably.]

[Evening, wherever]

[And then a flaming pile of SOMETHING crashed near you.]

[…Sorry about that.]

[The fires go out quick enough, leaving an enormous pile of ash in their place. Something appears to be moving inside of them… Investigate?]

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[Hello, Lea. Don't worry about the large black wolf that just stepped into your path. He's not the big bad sort, just your usual four-legged sort, honest. He just wants to help you out.]

Looking for something I wager?

[There's a small jump, and perhaps a few embers flare up amidst his feathers and hair. Lea's a bit wary at first, but then he grins and relaxes.]

Hey man, no fair, that's an easy bet to win. Don't suppose you know where I could find an old lady's house?

[Lea gains what could be called an amused look, never mind the teeth that are shown due to the grin the wolf gives to the bird.]

Indeed I do, more than one really. Do you have a specific old lady in mind, or will any do?

[At one point in time, Lea lived with a mad scientist who had a screw in his own head and dissected one of his friends. The disturbing smile doesn't phase him.]

That one might be it! Carol wasn't really specific, y'know. She just kind of gestured to the forest, and sent me off, heh.

Sure you don't got anything else you were doin'?

I have nothing else with which to do with my time, so I can certainly bear you to the closest old lady I know of.

[Yep, you heard him right. Hop onto his back and he'll carry you where you need to go.]

I'm sure she'll appreciate whatever might be in that basket of yours.

Wow, really?

[Today is his lucky day! Besides, you know, all the catching on fire thing. That sucks. Awkwardly, Lea hops and flutters up so that he's perching on the wolf's back.]

I think it's food and stuff! Carol's pretty nice like that, I think she's kinda sweet. Y'know, I don't think I know your name, Mister Fur.

Kuroudo Akabane, firebird. Though some call me Dr. Jackal.

[And once Lea is on his back, off they go through the forest.Fortunately for the bird, he doubts anything too nasty cares to tangle with such a large wolf. So they should by all rights reach the old lady's house unmolested.]

Any idea just when this fairy tale we're in might come to it's end?

Jackal, then!

[Lea is honestly quite happy where he is. This is a lovely way to finish Carol's quest, after all. Meeting new people is just an awesome bonus.]

Well, usually, curses end within the week. But something seems weird with this one. We usually don't have any of the... natives giving commentary like that. Something seems weird.

I'm Lea, by the way!

A pleasure to meet you, Lea. One might say turning into animals itself is weird, but it would seem that it isn't anything new, hm?

[And don't look now, but they're coming within sight of a rather innocent looking cottage in these woods.]

[... Just gonna... do voice and filter for now, yep.]

I've got magic this week, so I could probably try something if you promise not to be an ass about it. Which means no laughing at me no matter how ridiculous the fates of my torturous life have chosen to make me look this week.

Karkat, you should know by now that I make no promises on me being an ass or not. Absolutely none. I'll do my best, 'tho!

At least you have to have it better than me, 'tho.

Nope. I'd take random self-immolation over this any day, and might I suggest you say goodbye to any hopes of actually seeing what I am, because you just lost your chance with what you said. Hope you have someone else who can chill you ass down.

Karkat! Hey, no, come on! You know I'm just teasing! It's- come ooon! That's not fair! I promise I won't laugh! Pinkie promise!

What in the reverse fish bowl is a pinkie promise?

...Huh, so this is a conversation I'm actually gonna be having. Welp, time for cultural appreciation day, Karkat!

You know your little finger? Well, when you're making a pinkie promise, you link your little finger and the other person's little finger, and you make a promise. Pinkie promise. See?

And some stupid hand gesture matters why?

[... Why are all of his red haired friend suddenly turning into mythical creatures? But at least he knows where Axel got his bad luck from. Go figure.]

Speak for yourself!

[It's a hereditary thing, apparently. Or... a... self... thing.]

It's not my fault you haven't heard me sing, Sora. I'm amazing.

[Uh. This is Sora. Whatever way you explain it? He's not gonna get it.]

Oh yeah? Prove it.

Prepare to have your mind exploded, my good man.

[Laughing, Lea sets the SFC down and then hops back a bit until he's crouched down, bird legs and all, and clears his throat. He's never taken himself for a singer before, but this curse has done something amazing for his vocals. A deep breath...]

[It isn't normal human singing. That much is obvious. It almost seems instrumental, in a way, but still very much birdsong. Difficult to describe, in other words- that's just how a Phoenix song is. They can ensnare the attention of even a god sometimes.]

[Well... that was just all fine and dandy. The pirate!Hatter scooted closer to the ash.

He might be slowly losing his mind, but touching ash was pretty low on his to risk list.

Faris did risk a poke with a booted foot though.]

Didn't think this place had falling meteors.

[That might be a chirping noise, Faris. And your boot just hit something like a body. What the hell, man.]

[...okay. Did someone light a baby chocobo on fire or something?

Or it was one of those summons he's heard about. Squatting down as he brushed away the ash from the chirping sound.]
Jus' what the blazes happened to ya?

[Kind of.]

[But most chocobos aren't half human. Or made of fire- well, ash, right now. Sure are a pair of big teal eyes staring up at you, bro. While it's hard to tell with all the ash that is still there, he seems a lot paler than he normally would be, and his normally bright, perky hair is now limp and gray around his shoulders. The same could be said for all his feathers. They look as if they could crumple to dust at the slightest touch.]

It's this... thing. That happens.

[He gives an owlish blink. Is it just you, or does he look a bit younger? Like, more chubby in the face and such? ]

[Have a dark-skinned face grinning at you, Lea. Had you ever seen Equius without his shades, the blue eyes might be familiar, but as it is, you'll have to figure out who this is based on voice alone.]

You look like you're part chocobo, Lea. Don't go into the pen, or Rahdi might take offense.

[Good thing Lea has a good memory, then!]

Ha! Nah, man, I think I'm like... You know what a Phoenix is?

I don't, no.

[Yay, Lea recognizes him!]

[He's good like that.]

Well, it's this fiery bird thing, and I guess it explodes into flame at the end of its life? And outta the ashes rises the phoenix again, only now it's a chick. And it just keeps happenin'.

That's why I named my Nest that and all.

Hey, neat! So it's like you changed into your true form this week!

[Like me is the unsaid implication here.]

[And like good part bird part human boys do. They investigate this flaming pile because this obviously is a good idea.]

What the heck?

[That sure is a lot of chirping and wiggling around coming from that ash pile, Dave. Investigate further?]

[And if the chirping just sounds like slightly high-pitched cursing, well, what can you do.]

[He ventures closer and looks over the ash pile.]

Anyone in there? I mean, I can hear you, but I can't see you. [Maybe if he nudges it a bit with one of his wings...]

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Thirty-Fifth Flare - Video/Action - Fire is forever his thing

Morning in the forest

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[Evening] HECK YES BABY LEA/Egg?

[EVENING] MAYBE maybe not. WHO KNOWS

THERE IS NO MAYBE. /keeps forever

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Evening, wherever

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