~>Fury of the Wind<~ (A Bird RP)

[RoostersAreAwesome]

(The gulls would fly overhead which would definitely cause the gang to ask what it was about.)
“What have you two been up to?” A dove-grey pigeon hen asked curiously.

Cement stared at the paradoxical bird. Well, She thought, ruffling her feathers in preparation, guess that means an announcement. She glanced at Russet. “Want to start?” She questioned, referring to their explanation of their absence. Speeches were never her thing.

 

[Amer]

Cement stared at the paradoxical bird. Well, She thought, ruffling her feathers in preparation, guess that means an announcement. She glanced at Russet. “Want to start?” She questioned, referring to their explanation of their absence. Speeches were never her thing.

(She’s so introverted and he’s not and their dynamic is so perfect)
Russet glanced at Cement. She kept the new from the flock before and now she depends upon me to break it? Isn’t that her job?
Russet drew a breath while he let the thoughts in his brain settle. The intensity of the stares of his flockmates was unnerving even for Russet, who would usually relish being the bearer of news. There was so much information, what to tell the gang first?
“We were just meeting with Sulliver’s gang. Some of the gangs, and the lieutenants, are planning a coup. They plan to assassinate General One Toe.”
A pigeon towards the back of the crowd, Swift, echoed the first question that had popped into Russet’s head when this news was revealed to him. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

(She’s so introverted and he’s not and their dynamic is so perfect)
Russet glanced at Cement. She kept the new from the flock before and now she depends upon me to break it? Isn’t that her job?
Russet drew a breath while he let the thoughts in his brain settle. The intensity of the stares of his flockmates was unnerving even for Russet, who would usually relish being the bearer of news. There was so much information, what to tell the gang first?
“We were just meeting with Sulliver’s gang. Some of the gangs, and the lieutenants, are planning a coup. They plan to assassinate General One Toe.”
A pigeon towards the back of the crowd, Swift, echoed the first question that had popped into Russet’s head when this news was revealed to him. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

Cement gave a soft coo of gratitude to show her appreciation for her mate. She breathed out slowly in preparation for her own part. How to word this?
Cement stepped forward and spoke up.
“You’re right, Swift.”
The gathered pigeons stared at her, now the forefront of their focus. Their eyes were full of questions, but they remained silent, waiting for the answers they knew they would get.
“This gang has always opposed One-Toe. But, if she were overthrown, just to be replaced by someone even worst- we would be no better off.” She scanned the audience, hoping that they had absorbed her point. Now was the moment. She would have to tell them about her plan, trust her gang with everything. If the news got out, got to Suliver.. it would be over.
I must trust them as much as they trust me. She ruffled her feathers again, perhaps trying to hide a nervous shiver.
“I have allied myself with Suliver and his gang.”
There were gasps and coos in the crowd at that. Wasn’t that the opposite of what they stood for?
“It’s not a real alliance.” Cement continued, trying to reassure the birds before she was hit with a barrage of questions.
“I’m only doing this so I can get inside information and.. to stop the assassination.”
She could see looks of doubt being shared between mates, friends, and siblings.
“Suliver wants all pigeons to either be loyal to him or banished.. or dead. He will certainly bring war between the four races of the city. For this one time, we have to help One-Toe. It’s for the good of all birds.”
Cement took a moment, trying to guess at what her gang thought of the news. She could tell that they understood her point. Good. She thought, satisfied and weary at the task- our task, she thought -ahead. As she gazed around, she felt some hope starting to climb up into her crop, like a fledgling emerging from its shell.
“Remember, wingmates,” she cooed, using the comradely word for flockmates, “none of this plan can get out of this gang. It would threaten our future. We must keep quiet.” Cement cautioned. She imagined Russet thinking, won’t be hard for her. She allowed a small smile to flit across her beak.

 

[Amer]

Cement gave a soft coo of gratitude to show her appreciation for her mate. She breathed out slowly in preparation for her own part. How to word this?
Cement stepped forward and spoke up.
“You’re right, Swift.”
The gathered pigeons stared at her, now the forefront of their focus. Their eyes were full of questions, but they remained silent, waiting for the answers they knew they would get.
“This gang has always opposed One-Toe. But, if she were overthrown, just to be replaced by someone even worst- we would be no better off.” She scanned the audience, hoping that they had absorbed her point. Now was the moment. She would have to tell them about her plan, trust her gang with everything. If the news got out, got to Suliver.. it would be over.
I must trust them as much as they trust me. She ruffled her feathers again, perhaps trying to hide a nervous shiver.
“I have allied myself with Suliver and his gang.”
There were gasps and coos in the crowd at that. Wasn’t that the opposite of what they stood for?
“It’s not a real alliance.” Cement continued, trying to reassure the birds before she was hit with a barrage of questions.
“I’m only doing this so I can get inside information and.. to stop the assassination.”
She could see looks of doubt being shared between mates, friends, and siblings.
“Suliver wants all pigeons to either be loyal to him or banished.. or dead. He will certainly bring war between the four races of the city. For this one time, we have to help One-Toe. It’s for the good of all birds.”
Cement took a moment, trying to guess at what her gang thought of the news. She could tell that they understood her point. Good. She thought, satisfied and weary at the task- our task, she thought -ahead. As she gazed around, she felt some hope starting to climb up into her crop, like a fledgling emerging from its shell.
“Remember, wingmates,” she cooed, using the comradely word for flockmates, “none of this plan can get out of this gang. It would threaten our future. We must keep quiet.” Cement cautioned. She imagined Russet thinking, won’t be hard for her. She allowed a small smile to flit across her beak.

The young birds nodded conspiratorially as though they were being clever, while the older ones nodded wisely, knowing an upset of poor would be just what they didn’t need, and feeling equally clever.
“We understand.”
“I know what you mean.”
*owlish hooting*
Russet marveled at this. A chance for crowd participation really did add punch to Cement’s hesitant speeches. Of course there were skeptics.
Russet hoped to inspire nationalism in his compatriots (wow that’s cringey) when he said, “And remember, we are only trying to do what is better for our nation. While it may be in a choice between two evils, we are doing what is better for pigeon kind. Above anything else, we can’t have a crookwings like Sulliver meddling with our leadership!”
Still, there were some who just didn’t agree, though there were some growls of approval.
“You did good,” he said, to Cement this time. “You did good.”

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

The young birds nodded conspiratorially as though they were being clever, while the older ones nodded wisely, knowing an upset of poor would be just what they didn’t need, and feeling equally clever.
“We understand.”
“I know what you mean.”
*owlish hooting*
Russet marveled at this. A chance for crowd participation really did add punch to Cement’s hesitant speeches. Of course there were skeptics.
Russet hoped to inspire nationalism in his compatriots (wow that’s cringey) when he said, “And remember, we are only trying to do what is better for our nation. While it may be in a choice between two evils, we are doing what is better for pigeon kind. Above anything else, we can’t have a crookwings like Sulliver meddling with our leadership!”
Still, there were some who just didn’t agree, though there were some growls of approval.
“You did good,” he said, to Cement this time. “You did good.”

(I’ve finally decided on a general plan... just took me a few months XD)
Cement smiled wearily to her mate and flicked out her beak, preening a few of his neck feathers into place. “You did too.” She offered quietly.
Now came the arduous planning and strategizing. They would need extra food to prepare, weapons, and allies. All while pretending they were doing this to get ready for the coup, when really they were going to get ready to stop it.
Blizzard and his group would be useful. Cement thought as she tried to organize the gang and figure out who was able to fight, who would be doing what, and what sort of things could be done to prepare. She left much of the talking to Russet, occasionally pointing out things he hadn’t noticed here and there.
But they’re peaceful birds. Well, Blizzard’s ideas would be appreciated, anyway. I should send a messenger there as soon as I have one free.
Cement surveyed the pigeons before her. She had already instructed Russet to get a group of messengers ready to try and find a willing razor-talon supplier. They were running low, being a gang that mostly avoided fights. The small, quick pigeons Russet had picked were milling around, ready for the job. She also had him sort out which birds would be staying behind, to guard and care for the fledglings. There was another group forming who would forage for extra food. She was considering sending them to the dump, but wasn’t certain yet. Cement was glad to have a much louder, much bossier mate to order the gang around.
Now, as for allies...

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

A white blur shot over the streets of the city. The pigeon’s breath, quick and panicked, hinted at the urgent message that lay in his beak.
He had to tell them. He needed to. Their survival depended on it.
C’mon, he thought desperately, c’mon!
Cars roared underneath him as he darted over street-lamps, power lines, and stunted trees. He flew as fast as his wings could carry him, his black-tipped tail flashing as he ducked and weaved with the wind.
I’m going to be too late!

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

*nanako shuffled her wings a few times before flying up into the air to see if there was anything she could spot from above.*

Rocket continued to stare suspiciously after Nickel, as if suspecting him of being an imposter (XD).

(@Anime2lover )
Rocket, staring at Nickel, didn’t notice the shadows of pigeons flying above them.

 

[Amer]

(I’ve finally decided on a general plan... just took me a few months XD)
Cement smiled wearily to her mate and flicked out her beak, preening a few of his neck feathers into place. “You did too.” She offered quietly.
Now came the arduous planning and strategizing. They would need extra food to prepare, weapons, and allies. All while pretending they were doing this to get ready for the coup, when really they were going to get ready to stop it.
Blizzard and his group would be useful. Cement thought as she tried to organize the gang and figure out who was able to fight, who would be doing what, and what sort of things could be done to prepare. She left much of the talking to Russet, occasionally pointing out things he hadn’t noticed here and there.
But they’re peaceful birds. Well, Blizzard’s ideas would be appreciated, anyway. I should send a messenger there as soon as I have one free.
Cement surveyed the pigeons before her. She had already instructed Russet to get a group of messengers ready to try and find a willing razor-talon supplier. They were running low, being a gang that mostly avoided fights. The small, quick pigeons Russet had picked were milling around, ready for the job. She also had him sort out which birds would be staying behind, to guard and care for the fledglings. There was another group forming who would forage for extra food. She was considering sending them to the dump, but wasn’t certain yet. Cement was glad to have a much louder, much bossier mate to order the gang around.
Now, as for allies...

(Shush! Rus isn’t bossy.)
Russet was having a long, animated conversation with the pigeons who were assembling the provisions, throwing in a few choice words about those ‘blowing the wings’ of the coup while lending a beak himself. (Pulling the strings.) Russet and just about every other pigeon was too engaged in their work to notice a small gull with a black head blunder splat right in the center of the passel. The little gull gathered himself up from his splat and eyed the pigeons around him fearfully. There were enemies, enemies everywhere, and they could kill him. Abort mission! The gull threw himself into the air and put as much space between him and the ground as possible. Unfortunately the gull had two disadvantages. He had no sea breezes to guide him like he was used to, and pigeons are faster than gulls in most circumstances. This was no exception.

A white blur shot over the streets of the city. The pigeon’s breath, quick and panicked, hinted at the urgent message that lay in his beak.
He had to tell them. He needed to. Their survival depended on it.
C’mon, he thought desperately, c’mon!
Cars roared underneath him as he darted over street-lamps, power lines, and stunted trees. He flew as fast as his wings could carry him, his black-tipped tail flashing as he ducked and weaved with the wind.
I’m going to be too late!

(Where is this?)

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

(Shush! Rus isn’t bossy.)
Russet was having a long, animated conversation with the pigeons who were assembling the provisions, throwing in a few choice words about those ‘blowing the wings’ of the coup while lending a beak himself. (Pulling the strings.) Russet and just about every other pigeon was too engaged in their work to notice a small gull with a black head blunder splat right in the center of the passel. The little gull gathered himself up from his splat and eyed the pigeons around him fearfully. There were enemies, enemies everywhere, and they could kill him. Abort mission! The gull threw himself into the air and put as much space between him and the ground as possible. Unfortunately the gull had two disadvantages. He had no sea breezes to guide him like he was used to, and pigeons are faster than gulls in most circumstances. This was no exception.

(Where is this?)

(Bossier than Cement XD)
Cement, thoughtfully considering the size and skill of their fighting force, saw a flash of black and gray in the corner of her eye. She whipped around. She did a quick check of her birds to see if any were injured. Instead, her scan revealed a frankly terrified gull. A younger, easily excited pigeon had already dashed after it, her mind only on the gull and not on any sort of caution. Rikka had noticed the sea bird too, and was looking to Cement for permission to pursue. She nodded her assent, then, after a second of consideration, nudged a pigeon near her- Toren.
“Help Rikka with that gull.”
“Huh- oh, right. Of course.” Toren darted into the air after them.
Cement watched carefully, making sure they didn’t need any backup.

The younger pigeon, Rymi, barreled into the gull.
“Stop! You’re on Cement’s territory!” She cooed rather fiercely.
Rymi was joined by Rikka, then, a few seconds later, Toren. They surrounded the gull.
“What are you doing here?” Rikka asked calmly.
“I bet he was spying on us!” Rymi cooed in accusation.
One look from Rikka made the younger bird go silent. She cocked her head a bit and narrowed her eyes. “Did ya hit a window, gull?”

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

(Where is this?)

(It’s kind of hard to describe. Sort of near the city center, where Suliver’s gang and the General’s headquarters are. Not very close to Cement’s gang. Getting closer to the dump/pier.)