Text.

[crowsicle]

[Though usually talkative, Davesprite only has two lines to post today.]

break me out of pediatric ward
will pay with body

break me out of pediatric ward
will pay with body

[[OOC: Permissions post here for those who want to opt into his typing quirk. Otherwise I reply with plain Courier.]]

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Something Aoko should likely not ask.

[whitefeathered]

. . . Whose body??

[Well, he is in a hospital, after all. There's a morgue.]


((ooc: I'm sure this wasn't what either of us had in mind for their first meeting, but I wanted to take you up on them meeting. XD; Video if you want her to catch onto the wings at this point?))

Text. Oh dear. XD

[crowsicle]

((OOC: Oh no XD His NV is his glasses so she probably wouldn't be able to see his wings from that, but he makes a lot of reference to the fact that he's a bird, so. Also sorry I'm late, I graduated this weekend.))

wow
this is the pediatric ward
im not that nasty of a dude
just mine

[whitefeathered]

. . .

. . .

Who makes that kind of offer to get out of a hospital?


((ooc: S'okay. :) Congratulations!! And if it doesn't come up, I'll see what I can do on my end too.))

oops I forgot to ask about the text quirk

[crowsicle]

a guy who knows his fine feathery figure is worth its weight in gold
all the birds flock to this fucking celestial vision
dont need a bank got all my assets right here

I can see the black easier, but can deal with either.

[whitefeathered]

. . .

Yet you're in the pediatric ward. How old are you, anyway?

[Wait. Feathery figure?]

My bad! Here we go.

[crowsicle]

jurys still out on that one
how old do you want me to be

No worries!

[whitefeathered]

[A flash of video in reply. This look, right here. Feathers or not, she might give up on this conversation -- though maybe she also hopes he'll return the video feed and she can see for herself.]

[crowsicle]

[His own video feed automatically turns on when he responds because he forgets to turn it back to text only, but mostly it shows the ceiling, since his NV's on his face.

His voice is weaker than his words imply.]

Whoa. A real live Japanese high school girl. Now I know I must be dreaming, this is just like one of my animes.

[He then seems to realize he's on video and groans a little. He turns his face to the side--just enough for a glimpse of one huge, orange wing, and then his hand comes up to switch back to text.]

i charge for livecam

[whitefeathered]

[The downside of the live feed, though, is that Aoko sees him for what he is -- just a boy. . . . Albeit a kind of orange one.]

[On her end, still that face -- though a definite and immediate flicker of curiosity with the feathers. But she would have to go carefully. For the moment, a flat,]

Who knows? Maybe you're dead after all.

[Nothing special about being a Japanese schoolgirl. Pervert.]

. . . You have wings.

[crowsicle]

whoa
youre kidding
jesus christ youre right i never noticed them before
all this choice downy acreage attached to me like it was part of my body or something
gee
arigato random schoolgirlchan

[whitefeathered]

[. . . Tell her why she was dealing with this idiot, again?]

Look, you can languish in bed if you want. Be bored as you want. Or you can remember that you're the one yelling out into the void for some kind of escape.

And no, this isn't literal, before you point it out, but I'm sure it's almost halfway better than counting ceiling tiles.

[A breath, trying to resettle herself.]

If you prefer company, I might have questions. If you prefer the tiles, you know, enjoy.

[crowsicle]

[A pause, then:]

fine
anythings better than staring into the sterile abyss of pedo hell
what do you want to know
13/m/hospital btw
you

[whitefeathered]

[Better. . . . Maybe. Jury was still out.]

18/f/apartment elsewhere. If it matters.

[Now that she has the free space, she's tentative about asking. But she's come this far, so she pushes on.]

. . . Did you always have them? The feathers, I mean. The wings.

[crowsicle]

no
i did a reverse flying youth roll into a strobe light disco ball and became a bird
corvus turdicutis
scientific name for the shitty crow

[whitefeathered]

. . . What?

[There's a high probability here that he's being weird again.]

[crowsicle]

[Weird, yes. But 100% truthful. Except for the turdicutis part.]

i jumped into a flashy ball of light and turned into a crow
because my friend threw the crow in first
to bring it back to life

[whitefeathered]

Oh . . .

[That raises a lot of questions. Like . . . what exactly was this flashy ball of light? Why did he jump in after a crow?]

[Still, she's quiet for some moments, her eyes slipping away from the screen.]

. . . Did you want to, then? Change. Or . . . ?

[crowsicle]

[The answer's kind of slow in coming.]

i guess
its kind of complicated
going back was the only way i could fix some serious shit that went down
and then jumping in the thing was the only way i could stick around and you know
live
it helped keep past me from making some pretty untenable mistakes too so
theres that
it all works out in the end or something

[whitefeathered]

[That was very . . . honest. More so than she expected from someone trying to sell his body to get out of a hospital. She's quiet for a long moment.]

I think it's amazing. That you can even start to look at it like that.

[A pause.]

. . . Do you think you could ever change back?

Is that something you want?

[crowsicle]

yeah thats not going to happen
i dont really have anything to go back to
i mean past mes still around and honestly hes not even past me anymore since hes technically from a year in my future
so basically hes like
real me
while im fuckup me
special tangerine tailfeathers edition

[whitefeathered]

[It sounds like there's a lot of bitterness there that Aoko is not sure she should touch . . . even though she feels it grate over her skin like a rasp. Again she is silent.]

'M sorry.

For what it's worth . . . it sounds like you did something really good.

Even if it cost a lot.

[And because she almost feels as though she owes him now . . . tentatively she tugs up a sleeve, revealing one, then two of the dark feathers rooted into her skin.]

'S why I was asking. If I asked too much . . . 'm sorry.

[crowsicle]

nah
its not a big secret
what happened with me i mean
anyone else wouldve done the same if theyd had the tools and the opportunity

[After all, his friends are real heroes.]

your feathers are pretty cool though

[whitefeathered]

I don't think they would. At least in my world. People worry so much about getting hurt that they don't take the trouble. Or they don't have the bravery.

'M not sure if I would.

[She flushes slightly at the mention of her feathers, tugging on one.]

I guess I kind of hoped you might know how to get rid of them. Or something. I don't know.

[It seems silly in retrospect. Just because he has feathers doesn't mean he could have any knowledge of hers.]

[crowsicle]

oh
well i dunno
howd you get them
if it isnt related to sadistic worldbuilding computer games i dont know how much i can help though
thats kind of my area of expertise