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

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Russet was prodded out of sleep by Cement. And she looked deep into his eyes, and isn’t she amazing? Russet’s mood was soaring, but he was grounded by the gravity of Cement’s nod, and the frown on her sharp little beak. The coup. Today. Either everything gets a little bit better from now on, or everything falls apart. And judging by yesterday’s events, it looks like things are going in the latter direction.
Riski pounced out of his box, frightening the orange cat that had been considering the box beside it for a place of residence.
Even though Riski had conditioned himself against it, he always considered cities to be claustrophobic. The alley was too narrow for him to spread his wings to their whole length, but the buildings towered above him. He looked longingly and the pigeons perched and nested above. He wished he could sleep above it all, like he sometimes did on the wing.
Now I’m really in the middle of things. Isn’t it amazing?

“Crackers?” Ritz asked. It slowly dawned on him that Fish Sticks consider that to be some kind of nickname. “Rico Sebastianelli? Oh, never mind.” Rico Sebastianelli was even more flashy than Lysander.

Cement’s gang milled about under the bridge. There was a tense feeling in the air. There was excitement too, but not exactly of the good sort.


“Sebastian…” Fish Sticks muttered. That name sounded somewhat familiar. Maybe it was the name of a squirrel.

Fish Sticks stretched his wings above him. “So, uh, Crackers.. where’re we goin’?”

 

[Amer]

Cement’s gang milled about under the bridge. There was a tense feeling in the air. There was excitement too, but not exactly of the good sort.


“Sebastian…” Fish Sticks muttered. That name sounded somewhat familiar. Maybe it was the name of a squirrel.

Fish Sticks stretched his wings above him. “So, uh, Crackers.. where’re we goin’?”

Riski made his way towards Cement. “So, you never made clear how we’re going to stop this coup, because of your plans being postponed indefinitely by shrimp-spitting Vaatras. I see the urgency of your situation and hope to help in any way I can.”

“Um…” said Ritz. “We could leave the whole city…” And leave everything I’ve ever known. “No, or we could go to the home of the pigeons, they seemed nice.” But they have some kind of war going on. “It’s your choice. Uh, you choose.”

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Riski made his way towards Cement. “So, you never made clear how we’re going to stop this coup, because of your plans being postponed indefinitely by shrimp-spitting Vaatras. I see the urgency of your situation and hope to help in any way I can.”

“Um…” said Ritz. “We could leave the whole city…” And leave everything I’ve ever known. “No, or we could go to the home of the pigeons, they seemed nice.” But they have some kind of war going on. “It’s your choice. Uh, you choose.”

“Thank you.” Cement cooed. “We need all the help we can get.”
“I don’t know what you can do right now other than try to convince a group of gulls to fight by our side.” She continued in answer to his question. “Which, unfortunately, seems rather unlikely at the moment.”

Fish Sticks paced a bit back and forth in the gutter. “Er, let’s visit the pigeons.” He decided. He had never traveled far from the city, his home, and the thought of doing so made his insides go cold.

 

[Amer]

“Thank you.” Cement cooed. “We need all the help we can get.”
“I don’t know what you can do right now other than try to convince a group of gulls to fight by our side.” She continued in answer to his question. “Which, unfortunately, seems rather unlikely at the moment.”

Fish Sticks paced a bit back and forth in the gutter. “Er, let’s visit the pigeons.” He decided. He had never traveled far from the city, his home, and the thought of doing so made his insides go cold.

Ritz flew from the roof, in the direction of the pigeons.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Ritz flew from the roof, in the direction of the pigeons.

Fish Sticks didn’t question Ritz’s description of a ‘home of the pigeons’, as he had no idea that there were more than one home of the pigeons.

 

[Amer]

Fish Sticks didn’t question Ritz’s description of a ‘home of the pigeons’, as he had no idea that there were more than one home of the pigeons.

Ritz floated down into Cement’s alley, (hopefully with Fish Sticks following?) locating Cement and landing on the ground on the bottom of the alley. Unfortunately he got Russet along with Cement. Russet puffed up his crop, not sure whether this gull was the ally Cement hoped for or a returning assassin. “Are you friend or foe?” he said, managing to reign his voice to unthreatening levels.
“I’m Ritz Crackers, remember? The gull who scouted here?”

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Ritz floated down into Cement’s alley, (hopefully with Fish Sticks following?) locating Cement and landing on the ground on the bottom of the alley. Unfortunately he got Russet along with Cement. Russet puffed up his crop, not sure whether this gull was the ally Cement hoped for or a returning assassin. “Are you friend or foe?” he said, managing to reign his voice to unthreatening levels.
“I’m Ritz Crackers, remember? The gull who scouted here?”

“Ritz Crackers.” Cement greeted, stepping in front of Russet before he could start cooing up a storm of threats.
Though she couldn't be sure that this gull hadn’t switched sides, Cement didn’t feel threatened. The gulls didn’t have an agenda against them, just each other.
“Why have—”
Cement stopped. She had noticed the other gull, who had landed clumsily shortly after Ritz and was currently standing quietly behind him.
Cement stared at his face carefully, making such uncomfortable eye contact that the gull squawked something not-so-quietly under his breath. She could swear that she had seen that face before. Why, she had seen him at the island—

“Why’s that pigeon lookin’ at me?” Fish Sticks said lowly to his companion. Laser beam eyes. He thought with a shudder.

Cement’s eyes widened. That can’t be— “Fish Sticks?”

 

[Amer]

“Ritz Crackers.” Cement greeted, stepping in front of Russet before he could start cooing up a storm of threats.
Though she couldn't be sure that this gull hadn’t switched sides, Cement didn’t feel threatened. The gulls didn’t have an agenda against them, just each other.
“Why have—”
Cement stopped. She had noticed the other gull, who had landed clumsily shortly after Ritz and was currently standing quietly behind him.
Cement stared at his face carefully, making such uncomfortable eye contact that the gull squawked something not-so-quietly under his breath. She could swear that she had seen that face before. Why, she had seen him at the island—

“Why’s that pigeon lookin’ at me?” Fish Sticks said lowly to his companion. Laser beam eyes. He thought with a shudder.

Cement’s eyes widened. That can’t be— “Fish Sticks?”

Riski gasped. “You survived? Like Snare Bean and Zanzebach? What happened when you fell?”
“Wait…” said Russet, scratching his temple. All gulls looked the same, and based on what Cement and Riski were saying, this had been the gull leader, Fish Sticks. Fish Sticks was small and skinny with a stripe on his beak, Ritz Crackers was even smaller with a black cap. He would have to remember that, though there was the issue of a lot of other gulls looking like that too. Mind wearing little collars or something?

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Riski gasped. “You survived? Like Snare Bean and Zanzebach? What happened when you fell?”
“Wait…” said Russet, scratching his temple. All gulls looked the same, and based on what Cement and Riski were saying, this had been the gull leader, Fish Sticks. Fish Sticks was small and skinny with a stripe on his beak, Ritz Crackers was even smaller with a black cap. He would have to remember that, though there was the issue of a lot of other gulls looking like that too. Mind wearing little collars or something?

“After I fell, I, uhhhh…” Fish Sticks opened and closed his beak several times. He wanted to say something like ‘I bravely fought eight of Vaatras’ best and a shark’, but that was simply not the truth. In the end, Fish Sticks just made a vague shrugging motion with whatever body part birds consider shoulders.

Cement looked at Russet. He seemed confused by something. Maybe it was this ‘Snare Bean’ Riski had mentioned- she was certainly puzzled by the name, what sort of parents would call their chick that?
Cement shifted her thoughts to the current, very important event at hand. “Fish Sticks.” She said, catching the blank-faced gull’s attention. “Are you still an ally of the pigeons?”

“Uhm, yes.” Fish Sticks said, though the tone of his voice almost made it sound like a question.

“Good. How many gulls do you have backing you?”

Fish Sticks averted his gaze from Cement’s intent stare and looked helplessly at Ritz.

 

[Amer]

“After I fell, I, uhhhh…” Fish Sticks opened and closed his beak several times. He wanted to say something like ‘I bravely fought eight of Vaatras’ best and a shark’, but that was simply not the truth. In the end, Fish Sticks just made a vague shrugging motion with whatever body part birds consider shoulders.

Cement looked at Russet. He seemed confused by something. Maybe it was this ‘Snare Bean’ Riski had mentioned- she was certainly puzzled by the name, what sort of parents would call their chick that?
Cement shifted her thoughts to the current, very important event at hand. “Fish Sticks.” She said, catching the blank-faced gull’s attention. “Are you still an ally of the pigeons?”

“Uhm, yes.” Fish Sticks said, though the tone of his voice almost made it sound like a question.

“Good. How many gulls do you have backing you?”

Fish Sticks averted his gaze from Cement’s intent stare and looked helplessly at Ritz.

Ritz looked at Cement with wide and helpless eyes. “Meep.”
“Oh, this is just great. Now we have two wimpy gulls on our side. Real helpful,” Russet said.
Riski paced, attempting to work out how this gave Cement an advantage. So far, nothing came to mind.
Ritz cleared his throat. “I have… I exert influence on my family and friends, ya know, they are quite loyal and all, they might… they will help us. None of them like Vaatras. They’re as wimpy as me though so you probably wouldn’t like their help either,” he said, glancing apologetically at Russet.