FAKE ♢ WINGS

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while remaining ignorant to the world until the very moment of their deaths

" ... thank you. I love you. "

[ricchan-the-president-blog]

“E-eh? Really?” Ritsu mumbled twiddling her thumbs as he moved back. Ritsu knew she was loud but she’d just asked if he was okay, oh well. Crossing her arms over her chest thinking for a moment. It didn’t seem like he really wanted her there, which in Ritsu’s mind meant she was going to stay even if he made it a tad bit obvious that he didn’t, in a strange city making as many friends as possible was a good plan.

“Well what’s ya name? Oh yeah! I’m Ritsu” She said not really paying too much attention to what he’d just said handing her hand out for him to shake if he wanted to. 

[adeadpigeon]

Asking for his name?

Orange stared down at her hand, arms remaining at his side with no intention of taking hers in the friendly offer. There was no reason to, none at all when they wouldn't speak again after this. That was how he saw it, at least; meet one person in this vast city and they were bound to just disappear and not be seen again.

... how odd that the thought reminded him of the gossip the students talked about with other students disappearing.

" ... Nageki Fujishiro, if you have to know. "

[adeadpigeon]

♢ inevitable ;

[love-virus-blog]

Ah, but it would be rude of her to just leave like that after bumping into him and causing him to fall over, now would it? She couldn’t just leave him there, all scratched up like that especially when it had been her fault. Yuno merely shook her head at his answer. He obviously was not fine! And something about him just made her feel some genuine guilt for crashing into him.

“I will not!” She would respond, pulling out a handkerchief from her pocket and a water bottle from the bag she slung over her shoulder, making sure the bat would be shrouded in the darkness inside the bag, she poured a bit of water over the piece of cloth, making sure it was damp before putting it away. Normally she had these supplies so that she was ready to take care of Yukiteru whenever he needed it, but it was okay to help others with these too, she guessed. 

“You’ll get an infection if you don’t take care of it quickly,” she spoke as she raised the handkerchief over the scratches on Nageki’s face, then laying out his hand flat over her free one as she cleaned the scratches on them as well. Pulling out a few band-aids, she gently stuck some over the more painful-looking scratches as a finishing touch.

If it weren’t for the fact that Yukiteru was as safe as he could get here, away from the diary holders and away from all the people who wanted him dead, Yuno would probably not waste any time helping this person. But because there really was nothing to do here — the mundane everyday life of this city, though sometimes mixed with a bit of events, it didn’t have the suspenseful feeling she felt back at home, so she supposed she could make some acquaintances here. Better to know people than to know no one, and be all alone against whatever she would have to face later on, possibly even alone.

“Doesn’t that feel more comfortable?”

With a small smile, the pinkette remained seated in front of the pigeon, hands folded over her lap, watching the other with an unreadable expression. 

“I’m Yuno Gasai.”

[adeadpigeon]

Her sudden burst of words managed the slightest cringe from him.

Why was she so persistent? Feeling the wet clothe on his face was a different sensation entirely. Nobody had touched him because of how ignored he'd been. This girl... how strange, a human even helping a birdie like him when he'd let her know he could leave him alone. Weren't they always just interested in keeping to themselves?

" It's... nothing books can't fix... "

Fighting the urge to pull back, simply allowing her to take his hands and bandage them, he stared in a dull fashion. Lips thinned as she finished the patchwork, eyes falling to his palms once more as he stared at the newly fixed wounds he'd recently acquired.

...

Was he supposed to say something in response now or --

" ... as I said, reading would have made it better. The more engrossed you get with a good book, the less you pay attention to everything else. "

Just how he liked it, too. To ignore the world, dive into a reality of his own, it would be like a dream come true. That wouldn't happen, however, especially not in a place like this. All he could do was flip the pages whenever they were before him, letting his heart try to find a place to live in the black text typed so neatly on a white background.

" I'm... I -- " A pause, taking a breath before eyes eased. " Nageki. Nageki Fujishiro... "

[koorihime-inactive]

[everybirdiegirl]

♔ anybirdie there?

The sun was beginning to slowly dip below the city skyline, bathing the streets in shadows as the streetlights began to flicker on one after another. This was all pretty normal in itself… although the young girl tracing her way through the unfamiliar territory couldn’t help but be on edge. Hiyoko Tousaka hadn’t been sure what to make of it, when she’d woken up staring at a crisp white ceiling. The first thing to pass through her bleary mind was wondering how she’d managed to fall asleep in the infirmary, slowly realizing as consciousness returned that; a) she hadn’t visited the infirmary that day and b) her last memories were of falling asleep in her own cozy home. Sitting up quickly, the student had only swung her legs over the side of the table when a screen flickered to life…

Hello! You’re probably wondering what’s going on, so allow me to fill you in!

Pausing under a streetlight, Hiyoko took a moment to pursue her surroundings—this place looked like any other city, but the majority of the things that had been said on that video in the white room had her hunter gatherer instincts on red alert. She couldn’t see anybirdie she knew amidst the slowly thinning crowds… aaah, it was getting late, wasn’t it? People should be returning home around now.

Hands on hips, the girl wondered if it would be possible to find a nice cave in this place. It had taken her so long to make her home sweet home what it was, and even if it wasn’t exactly perfect… it was her home. She sincerely hoped no one would disrupt it while she was gone—as much as she loved her abode, it wasn’t exactly high security. What would she do if she couldn’t find a temporary replacement here, though?  And what about the weird letters and numbers she’d been given? Folding her arms, the brunette took a moment to consider her options…

Stuck in a strange place with nobirdie she knew, supposedly now part of some kind of social experiment and with no way to get home. Really, Hiyoko counted herself as a rather adaptable person, but this was a bit out of her depth. Eyes glanced up as the light above her flickered, emitting a low buzz as she began to walk again. A hotel would be an option most people would consider when stranded for the night in a strange city, but all she had was the change and lint lining her uniform pockets. As situations went, it was far from ideal.

Not that her home situation was much better, but when had she ever considered that a problem?

As much as those trusted hunter instincts of hers were telling her to stay on guard… it couldn’t hurt to ask for help, right? They did say you could make friends in the most unlikely of places, and this was about as unlikely as they came! Not to mention that she was all too happy to meet new friends—

Previous stress quickly melting from her youthful face, Hiyoko smiled and tried to catch the attention of a close passerby.

“Excuse me! Could you tell me where the nearest cave is?”

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How unlikely it was to see this birdie wandering around outside.

Arms were wrapped around the items -- books, to be precise -- that he had snatched up at a library he'd found. Unlike his own he had to leave, however, not being able to stay in a corner and remain there. Perhaps it was better to check out several books at once to remain in his new place to hide away for weeks, something that appealed to him in the greatest way.

People here were just going to ignore him anyway. To indulge in the outside life, despite now being able to... wouldn't that just make it harder on him back at home? Being alone with his books was much better, they didn't hurt you unless it was something you did to cause that. A paper cut could only do damage if you weren't paying attention, the same situation with that of other people.

... no, books were entirely different; they didn't feel, they could only be felt.

Their words held such deep emotion, something he could submerge himself into to quell his solitude in that library. Reading them several times over never took that edge off, each read through helped you understand a new lesson and --

THUMP.

Pages bent as the books went fumbling to the ground, the sound of a voice having caught him off guard as. Instinct told him to just disappear, to hide himself away despite leaving the precious books behind.

Thankfully he didn't listen to that initial instinct, everybirdie around him disappearing as he turned to stare at the one who startled and made his beating birdie heart soar through the roof. How familiar, seeing that face like it was the first time she had walked into the library.

Not that he paid much attention to her face back then, but the idea was the same.

" ... "

Mouth opened as if wanting to respond, silently staring at the familiar girl that could see him back home.

[adeadpigeon]

ok read in a whisper "i like ur booty"

" ... "

Suddenly he misses the feeling of being ignored again.

[adeadpigeon]

ghOST BOOTY OOH LALA DONT BE A TSUUUUNDERE YOU WANT DAT HAND OVER YO BOOOOOOTY idek anymore omfg pulls ur pants down to touch booty

" ... all I want to do is read. "

He is a kuudere pigeon, get your deres right. But now if you'll excuse him, he'll be pulling his pants up and moving away from you to get your hand away from his tail feathers. After all, only one birdie is meant for those affections --

" Leave if you're going to be loud, it's easier to read when it's quiet... "

[adeadpigeon]

"… i don’t want anything with you." but i do mmmmmhm nothing says 'dead' like dead pigeon booty yuuuum strokes booty

" ... leave me alone -- "

[adeadpigeon]

♢ inevitable ;

[love-virus-blog]

It seemed that everybirdie was fated to meet with Yuno, whether they wished for it or not. It’s not as if she had some sort of obsession with pigeons, but by chance — and with those chances she would meet all the pigeons that so resembled humans that were dropped into the city, plucked from the homes one by one until all of them were assembled here.

And by chance or not, a passing Yuno would run right into the other, letting out a rather loud, high-pitched yelp of surprise as she fell back, landing on her bottom with a light thud. It was only after she recovered from the tiny bit of shock did she realize that she had run into a person, and possibly even surprising them more than she surprised herself. Though she didn’t care much at all for people who weren’t Yukiteru, she did have a conscience no matter what type of person she was.

Helping herself up, Yuno dusted off her skirt, patting it until most of the dirt had fallen back to the ground before looking up at the other male. “My apologies!” She would say, a slightly worried expression crossing her delicate features. “I wasn’t watching where I was going. Are you hurt?”

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THUD.

Certainly one of the worst, first experiences of being outside was about to happen. Face hitting the ground wasn't his first idea to happen. Concrete hurt more than he could remember, scrapes on his hands as he sat up and rested on the heels of his feet. Nothing too bad was damaged, just a few dirty splotches on his pale palms; his face had the same amount of damage on his right cheek, too.

Hearing the voice talk to him, his eyes lifted and stared upward at the pinkette.

So she could see him -- ? Everybirdie avoided him before, nobody was able to ever truly touch him when they couldn't see that he even existed. However, this felt oddly strange, like a faded memory back in his mind trying to take flight rather than remain caged so tightly.

" ... no. "

A quick response, eyes averting from her figure as he remained seated with hands resting in his lap.

...

" You can leave me alone now... just like everybirdie else does. "

[ricchan-the-president-blog]

☆ Ritsu raised her eyebrow, this guy seemed a bit out of it, maybe he was tired? She scratched her cheek before walking closer to him, he sure had funny coloured hair.

“Hey mister are you okay?” She asked waving her hand in front of his face to see if he’d react, hoping he wouldn’t attack her or anything but what else was she supposed to do? She didn’t want to just walk away she was trying to make friends after all. She stood on her tip toes and peered even closer at him, and nope she didn’t know what personal space was.

[adeadpigeon]

" I... I'm... "

Orange hues followed the girl's hand, taking a few steps back from the close proximity she was presenting. Now, this wasn't exactly like his first meeting with a human (was she human? he didn't know, it was hard to tell in this city) on these terms, but he couldn't help remembering that first moment in the library.

Only this one didn't have books and was much louder... how uninteresting.

This girl must thing he was strange, a fate that he'd always been condemned to. Whether anybirdie could see him or not, they would surely brush him off and leave him behind like he'd done to himself that one day. A small shake of his head at the memory, hands moving to grab at the bottom of his shirt. With no books, he couldn't just shove his face and ignore her, now, could he?

" ... fine. Is that all? You're being noisy even for outside. "

[ricchan-the-president-blog]

adeadpigeon started following you

“Yo! Thanks for followin’ me mister!”

[adeadpigeon]

-- !?

Well, this was... a bit different. Not only did she thank him, but it was like she could actually see who he was. Things like this never happened back home, the only one being that human who attended the school that came into the library every now and then. Everybirdie else would only see right through him.

" Ah... "

Now that he thought about it, she must be talking to somebirdie behind him, it was only logical!

[adeadpigeon]

♢ inevitable ;

... outside.

Was this really possible? Orange optics stared at the blaring sun that reflected off the window glass on each building. Everything was foreign, so peculiar -- was this what it was like to finally walk in the world he could never grasp from the little seat in his corner?

A dream right now would be the most probable case to see this as. There hadn't been a time he wanted to leave the comfort of his library, always nestled silently away from the other gazes (as if they ever approached him or noticed him before as it was) of the students who studied in the library. To leave was like leaving his true home, a place where he felt like he belonged.

The only place he ever felt that accepted him.

" ... "

But thanks to these scientists (were they just as creepy as that Shuu from the infirmary he vaguely remembered?), it was gone now. An uncomfortable feeling settled in the pits of his stomach, hands hanging to his side as eyes gazed down with a melancholy expression. Might as well get walking, right? Now he had his freedom to do so, yet it didn't hold a single candle to that of his books that called out to him back home. And, with a stride, he began his journey through this foreign city.

... no need to approach others here when he was sure nobirdie could see him, right?

[argilla]

[adeadpigeon]

mismatchedfool started following you

oh look it's the ghost whisperer coming to talk to me please don't finish my route, mister kimihiro --

[adeadpigeon]

WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

" ... reading. "