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

[Amer]

(Wait, it was? I was sort of assuming that more time had passed because of the battle and them moving everyone to the boat.
And, yeah, it doesn’t really need to be RPed.)
Terra stepped forward. “These pigeons died because of the cruelty of Suliver’s gang.” She said solemnly. “They will always be remembered. They were our friends.” She cooed. “We will fight this injustice to honor them.”
Other pigeons gave eulogies, some short, some long. Then they pushed the floaty coffin into the water.

(I bet it’s like 4:00 now)
~meanwhile~
Riski was soaring blissfully over Eggshell Island. He knew Fish Sticks was on the rock below. Can he handle himself down there? Probably not. But Riski honestly didn’t care. Soaring was very meditative for him. Besides, he wanted to do some fishing.
Sebastian landed in front of Fish Sticks. “The pigeons have agreed to our terms. We are now successfully allied with Cement’s gang.”

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

(I bet it’s like 4:00 now)
~meanwhile~
Riski was soaring blissfully over Eggshell Island. He knew Fish Sticks was on the rock below. Can he handle himself down there? Probably not. But Riski honestly didn’t care. Soaring was very meditative for him. Besides, he wanted to do some fishing.
Sebastian landed in front of Fish Sticks. “The pigeons have agreed to our terms. We are now successfully allied with Cement’s gang.”

(Ah. I’m going to say it gets dark at 6pm)

Fish Sticks nodded professionally. He had gotten pretty good at nodding. “Those are the good ones, right?” He threw out casually, as if this question was a perfectly normal one and didn’t at all demonstrate how little he knew about what the heck was going on.

The pigeons silently watched the floating coffin drift onto the water, bumping softly up and down on the little waves that lapped up against the boulder-strewn shore. The sound of the lapping water made the silence even more profound.
Slowly, the pigeons started to fly back to the roost in small groups. Then the last half of them took off together, sort of ruining the stealthiness of their departure.

Rocket was carried, in what she saw as a greatly undignified way, on a large strip of clothe. She had only agreed to come with the others to Cement’s gang because she couldn’t fly and Nanako seemed to trust them.
(@Anime2lover did Dane and Nanako follow Cement’s gang back to their roosting spot?)

~

Cement was perched upon the edge of the bridge, on the sides that supposedly stopped the humans from toppling into the small river below. She already knew the news; pigeons had flown back to tell her, and there was the injured Pita and the egg that Pearl was strangely overprotective of to also tell the story. However, she wasn’t up here for herself- she was waiting for her mate. Worriedly, she stared into the distance.

 

[Anime2lover]

(Ah. I’m going to say it gets dark at 6pm)

Fish Sticks nodded professionally. He had gotten pretty good at nodding. “Those are the good ones, right?” He threw out casually, as if this question was a perfectly normal one and didn’t at all demonstrate how little he knew about what the heck was going on.

The pigeons silently watched the floating coffin drift onto the water, bumping softly up and down on the little waves that lapped up against the boulder-strewn shore. The sound of the lapping water made the silence even more profound.
Slowly, the pigeons started to fly back to the roost in small groups. Then the last half of them took off together, sort of ruining the stealthiness of their departure.

Rocket was carried, in what she saw as a greatly undignified way, on a large strip of clothe. She had only agreed to come with the others to Cement’s gang because she couldn’t fly and Nanako seemed to trust them.
(@Anime2lover did Dane and Nanako follow Cement’s gang back to their roosting spot?)

~

Cement was perched upon the edge of the bridge, on the sides that supposedly stopped the humans from toppling into the small river below. She already knew the news; pigeons had flown back to tell her, and there was the injured Pita and the egg that Pearl was strangely overprotective of to also tell the story. However, she wasn’t up here for herself- she was waiting for her mate. Worriedly, she stared into the distance.

*Dane had followed the other pigeons.*

*nanako flew close to rocket she may not think they mean harm but didn't feel to comfortable being around so many pigeons she really didn't know.*

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

*Dane had followed the other pigeons.*

*nanako flew close to rocket she may not think they mean harm but didn't feel to comfortable being around so many pigeons she really didn't know.*

The pigeons alighted under the smallish concrete bridge. The concrete outcropping under the bridge that serves as their roosting and nesting area was full of pigeons getting ready for night. Several pigeons came forward to greet the arriving birds. Pigeons trotted up to their mates and nests hurriedly as if they hadn’t seen them in years.

A pigeon approached Rocket and, without a single word in advance, hastily tugged off her sock bandage. “Hey!” Rocket yelped, partially raising her wings.
The pigeon ignored her, instead inspecting the wound. “Good.” He muttered, “It’s not a break, just...” he tugged her wing down and she winced. “...a wound.” He cocked his head and parted the feathers around the wound. Rocket stared warily at him.
Suddenly, the pigeon flapped away. He just as quickly returned with a piece of newspaper. He dove down below the bridge and dipped the newspaper in the water. He returned and deftly ripped the wet paper into a few strips, which he practically slapped onto Rocket’s wing. Rocket hopped backwards, not expecting the cold upon her wound.
“Don’t move.” The pigeon said in a low voice. “You don’t want them to fall off.” He stepped forward and adjusted the wrapping, then backed away.
“Must say, the sock wasn’t done too badly. Who’s idea was that?”

 

[Amer]

(Ah. I’m going to say it gets dark at 6pm)

Fish Sticks nodded professionally. He had gotten pretty good at nodding. “Those are the good ones, right?” He threw out casually, as if this question was a perfectly normal one and didn’t at all demonstrate how little he knew about what the heck was going on.

The pigeons silently watched the floating coffin drift onto the water, bumping softly up and down on the little waves that lapped up against the boulder-strewn shore. The sound of the lapping water made the silence even more profound.
Slowly, the pigeons started to fly back to the roost in small groups. Then the last half of them took off together, sort of ruining the stealthiness of their departure.

Rocket was carried, in what she saw as a greatly undignified way, on a large strip of clothe. She had only agreed to come with the others to Cement’s gang because she couldn’t fly and Nanako seemed to trust them.
(@Anime2lover did Dane and Nanako follow Cement’s gang back to their roosting spot?)

~

Cement was perched upon the edge of the bridge, on the sides that supposedly stopped the humans from toppling into the small river below. She already knew the news; pigeons had flown back to tell her, and there was the injured Pita and the egg that Pearl was strangely overprotective of to also tell the story. However, she wasn’t up here for herself- she was waiting for her mate. Worriedly, she stared into the distance.

“Yes they are,” Sebastian said helpfully. “May I be excused?”

Russet flew home looking a bit thoughtful, but when he saw Cement worrying in that typical Cement-y way, his heart just overflowed with joy. Boy do I love her.
“‘Ey! Cement!” Russet grinned and flew over, perching beside her. “It was real horrible, seeing all that limp-feathers Sulliver had done. Killed every of those poor pigeons, nearly.” He frowned and shook his head, then preened Cement affectionately. “It’s good to be back!”

 

[Anime2lover]

The pigeons alighted under the smallish concrete bridge. The concrete outcropping under the bridge that serves as their roosting and nesting area was full of pigeons getting ready for night. Several pigeons came forward to greet the arriving birds. Pigeons trotted up to their mates and nests hurriedly as if they hadn’t seen them in years.

A pigeon approached Rocket and, without a single word in advance, hastily tugged off her sock bandage. “Hey!” Rocket yelped, partially raising her wings.
The pigeon ignored her, instead inspecting the wound. “Good.” He muttered, “It’s not a break, just...” he tugged her wing down and she winced. “...a wound.” He cocked his head and parted the feathers around the wound. Rocket stared warily at him.
Suddenly, the pigeon flapped away. He just as quickly returned with a piece of newspaper. He dove down below the bridge and dipped the newspaper in the water. He returned and deftly ripped the wet paper into a few strips, which he practically slapped onto Rocket’s wing. Rocket hopped backwards, not expecting the cold upon her wound.
“Don’t move.” The pigeon said in a low voice. “You don’t want them to fall off.” He stepped forward and adjusted the wrapping, then backed away.
“Must say, the sock wasn’t done too badly. Who’s idea was that?”

Nanako: mine. Human items like that work well for emergency aid. *she said in responce. She'd learned from experience when she met with a hawk.*

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

“Yes they are,” Sebastian said helpfully. “May I be excused?”

Russet flew home looking a bit thoughtful, but when he saw Cement worrying in that typical Cement-y way, his heart just overflowed with joy. Boy do I love her.
“‘Ey! Cement!” Russet grinned and flew over, perching beside her. “It was real horrible, seeing all that limp-feathers Sulliver had done. Killed every of those poor pigeons, nearly.” He frowned and shook his head, then preened Cement affectionately. “It’s good to be back!”

“Yes.” Fish Sticks said. Once Sebastian had left, he scratched his head with one webbed foot.

Cement smiled sadly at him. “I’m glad you’re okay.” She cooed quietly. She wanted to say more, to express the deep sadness she felt at the Pier flock’s fate, but she couldn’t bring herself to ruin the small moment of joy. She preened Russet’s wing, content to mourn silently.

Nanako: mine. Human items like that work well for emergency aid. *she said in responce. She'd learned from experience when she met with a hawk.*

“Good thinking.” The pigeon said, standing up a bit straighter. He sized her up. “You could do well as a field medic.” He commented lightly, then flapped away.
“Weird bird.” Rocket muttered.

 

[Anime2lover]

“Yes.” Fish Sticks said. Once Sebastian had left, he scratched his head with one webbed foot.

Cement smiled sadly at him. “I’m glad you’re okay.” She cooed quietly. She wanted to say more, to express the deep sadness she felt at the Pier flock’s fate, but she couldn’t bring herself to ruin the small moment of joy. She preened Russet’s wing, content to mourn silently.

“Good thinking.” The pigeon said, standing up a bit straighter. He sized her up. “You could do well as a field medic.” He commented lightly, then flapped away.
“Weird bird.” Rocket muttered.

Nanako: I agree, came out of the blue and left just as quickly.*

 

[Amer]

“Yes.” Fish Sticks said. Once Sebastian had left, he scratched his head with one webbed foot.

Cement smiled sadly at him. “I’m glad you’re okay.” She cooed quietly. She wanted to say more, to express the deep sadness she felt at the Pier flock’s fate, but she couldn’t bring herself to ruin the small moment of joy. She preened Russet’s wing, content to mourn silently.

“Good thinking.” The pigeon said, standing up a bit straighter. He sized her up. “You could do well as a field medic.” He commented lightly, then flapped away.
“Weird bird.” Rocket muttered.

Russet preened her affectionately, when the annoying fact of being alive came into his mind. At least it was something he could enjoy with Cement. She looked like she needed to get away from the flock for a bit. “Well,” Russet said.“I haven’t eaten yet. Probably should do that. Wanna come with?”

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Nanako: I agree, came out of the blue and left just as quickly.*

Rocket stared suspiciously after the pigeon. She had been doing that a lot lately. “Here we are, at another gang’s roosting place.” She muttered to herself. It felt strange, being with a group of pigeons that wasn’t Suliver’s gang. Though, of course, she used to live with only one other bird; her sister. That felt so long ago.

Russet preened her affectionately, when the annoying fact of being alive came into his mind. At least it was something he could enjoy with Cement. She looked like she needed to get away from the flock for a bit. “Well,” Russet said.“I haven’t eaten yet. Probably should do that. Wanna come with?”

Cement glanced around for any bird that might’ve been waiting patiently to ask something of her. Seeing no one, she nodded. It was early enough to get a quick dinner. “The field or the bins?” She questioned, content to let Russet make the decision. She had made enough decisions for today.