I'm Lookin' Out For Me

Roleplay blog for Iago, from Disney's Aladdin (1992). Resident Royal Pain (post 3rd movie) Official Member of DISNEY ROLEPLAY as April 1st, 2015 TIMEZONE: PST (California, USA)

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Advice From a Royal Parrot // Iago to Jade of Enchancia

"Pffffft! Don't listen to those chumps and all their fancy schmancy 'royal responsibility' speeches! Royalty's an exclusive club, kid, and they like to make themselves sound all big and important by boosting up the tough parts of their job. It's a real cushy deal, depending on what position you got. What're you lookin' to be, the crowed queen of a whole country or somethin'? Pshhh, forget that! Marry some big shot royal's little brother or sister -- that'll make ya a princess without half the hard work!

"I grew up in the palace of Agrabah, still live there now in fact, and I spend my whole day restin' easy on piles of cushions, bein' fanned with huge palm tree leaves, bein' fed grapes off a silver platter! Ooh, and countin' treasure, and goin' shoppin' in the marketplace with the princess and -- well, you get what I'm sayin'.

"Don't let all the royal people you talk to scare you off the job. Whaddya gotta do, sign a few papers here and there, wave to some loyal subject, kiss a couple babies on the forehead? HA! Royal life's a breeze, kid! If that's what you want for yourself, then go out and bag yourself a prince and you'll be on eeeasy street!"

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A Pair of Palace Pals // Vanellope and Iago

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Vanellope looked at the paper list. 

She turned it over, once twice - and then the little Princess folded it up into an airplane, and chucked it over the heads of the crowd. It made a little loop, and disappeared from sight. 

“They’re grownups, why they got a kid solvin’ their problems anyway - ” Together, the pair pushed through the crowd, the sound of engines beginning to rev. Citizens were finalizing their snack choices and betting on the racers they expected to win at automated machines.

One of the machines was free, displaying a list of racers. Many of them had candy, tokens, and coins bet upon them, some far more than others.

“Another boring race.” Vanellope sighed, before looking to the side mischievously “Unless…”

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Iago glanced back at her with a mischievous grin curled on his beak. “Ooh, ‘unless’? I like the sound of that!” 

He shifted on her shoulder, excited for whatever kind of trouble they might get into. After all, how could he be arrested for stirring up trouble, when it was with the princess of the land? The pair of palace pals were immune to true punishment, and whatever Vanellope had in mind, the adventurous parrot was ready for anything. 

[END?]

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Birds in All Weather || Jessica and Iago

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“Well, we did manage to save the entire town from being sold by a mad, corrupt mogul with an acidic cell-cleaning agent that threatened to wipe out the entire town,” She fluttered her eyes and purred, breathily, reaching out to pet his head with a slender finger, “But I’m sure saving Agrabah was important, too, Iago.”

Grinning dully, she tossed her hair and lowered her hand, extending it like she might to an old friend, “Jessica Rabbit, darling. Charmed. I’d be careful using the term inanimate around here– I assure you, everything is quite animated.”

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Iago dropped a blue-tipped wing into her extended hand, and gave it a delicate shake, trying to appear more regal than he really was. He had grown up in the palace after all, so posh he could do. Unfortunately, no true grace could be communicated in the body language of the somewhat stubby, loudmouthed parrot.

“Pleased to meet’ya, Jessica. Let’s talk city saving over sandwiches, eh? These snacks ain’t gonna eat themselves, right? I’m happy to help wherever help is needed, and I’ll help keep ya company!”

Finding that to be a good enough deed to earn some lunch, Iago plopped down beside the curvaciously drawn woman, rubbing the palms of his wings together in anticipation of a shared lunch. 

He was a greedy little thing, but for a boring or lonesome afternoon, he did have an uncanny ability to keep things lively -- as long as his companion’s patience would hold out, anyway!

[End?]

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Politely Assisting // Cinderella and Iago

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“My name is Ella.” She said with a giggle, trying very hard to keep her composure for his sake. The poor bird did look quite exhausted. With a heavy heart, she offered him her arm. 

“If you so wish, I can get some food for you, and a warm fire to dry yourself near. But only if your reputation will allow you to enjoy such things from a stranger.” With a teasing wink, Ella grinned more. 

“I promise I won’t tell a soul what happened. If anything, we shall say you saw how distraught I was in dropping something in the well, in which case, you’d become a hero, rather than just a sleepy wet bird.” 

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Turning his beak up a bit arrogantly, to save face, Iago hopped up onto the arm the young woman offered to him. 

“Yeah, that sounds about right -- hero parrot saves precious family heirloom from bottom of well, and very modestly wants only a warm fire to sip tea by, for his big reward! I like it.” 

Easing up, he cracked a grin at the young woman, fanning out one wing to gesture onward. “Lead the way, Ella. And uh... thanks again, I guess.” 

Exhausted from flying, but not too proud to accept a little help (even if he accepted it as arrogantly as possible), Iago remained comfortably on the young woman’s arm, holding on with his small talons and looking forward to a warm place to sleep, finally, after coming such a long way. 

[End?]

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A Place in France // Cassim and Iago

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“We should probably first find an inn with a spare room, for us to stash our supplies. I want a private place to look at the old map and figured out with catacomb the treasure could be stored in. Paris is rumored to have a vast network of underground tunnels.” answered Cassim, pausing to take a bite out of one of his croissants. He took a few more until he finished the first delicious breaded pastry. 

“But we might want to be careful while we’re here, Iago. I heard there’s a judge who rules this city with an iron fist. The last thing we need is to land ourselves in a French jail cell.”  

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“Pshhh, who’s afraid of a stuffy old judge? What’s he gonna do, put me in a bird cage?” Iago gave a hefty, arrogant shrug of his wings before digging into his creme brulee again. With a big chomp, he chewed happily, and began speaking again with his mouth full. 

“But yeah, I guess I don’t want you to get in trouble or anything, so I’ll lie low, for your sake. Let’s just find an inn, get ourselves settled, and plan out how we’re gonna find that treasure!” 

Daydreaming of the riches he and Cassim would soon find themselves buried in, Iago shut himself up again to chew his food, enjoying the flavors of a brand new city with golden opportunities. 

After all, how bad could one judge be? 

[End?] 

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Caravan Disguise // Esmeralda and Iago

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“I honestly met Cassim by chance. He was very kind and was understanding of my people and our situation.” Esmeralda explained as she looked at Iago, still trying to get used to the feeling of a bird on her shoulder, and not a little goat at her feet. “If he is your friend, then I would like to get you back to him. Any friend of Cassim is a friend of mine.” She smiled and finally came out into the slightly busy Paris streets.

Esmeralda laughed and rubbed his red head, “Paris is a beautiful city, that I cannot deny. But if is sweets you are looking for, I suggest you try a bakery. But you do not strike me as a bird that enjoys the simple pleasures in life.” The way he had been eying her coin sash had been a clear sign of that, but Esmeralda could hardly judge, when in her most desperate of hours she too had to steal money, and food to stay alive.

Looking over her free shoulder for any guards, Esmeralda gently touched his claw, “Keep your voice down as much as you can, I would hate for them to take you to Judge Frollo. He would sooner have your red feathers plucked and roasted.” The dancer did not want to see such a clever animal harmed.

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“Oh don’t worry, sister, I already showed ya, I can play dumb as a rock anytime I need to,” Iago said with a flourish of confidence as the dancer touched his claw. But the streets were dishearteningly busy with all kinds of weirdos. The parrot had tried to find Cassim with a bird’s eye view of the town before, and hadn’t been able to spot him. Down low on the dancer’s shoulder didn’t feel any less disorienting in the crowd. The fashions in Paris were glitzy and bright among the richer crowd, and then there were plenty of people dressed in rags or concealed in cloaks. Iago considered Cassim to be on his own level of cleverness, and if he had run into some kind of trouble, he’d be real hard to find. It might even take days. 

Unwilling to admit that he was maybe a little worried Cassim would be the one to get his feathers plucked in this town of iron laws, Iago smoothed his feathers, cleared his throat, and took on his role. He stared foolishly, occasionally scratching at his head feathers with his little talons, resisting making any squawks, but looking entirely like any ordinary parrot. 

Disguised in plain sight (which was often the best way of doing things), Iago vanished into the crowds on the shoulder of La Esmeralda.

Hopefully, with her help, he would find his friend soon. 

[END?]

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(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Throwing some good energy your way! Your sense of sarcasm is a scream. Keep that attitude, and nothing but good fortune will be headed your way, Iago!

“Boy do I like the sound of that! I’ll be keeping an ear out for that good fortune, pal! Thanks!”

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For Munday: Reply with a picture of your muse being cute!

“IS THIS CUTE ENOUGH FOR’YA!?!?” 

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"So uh, how often do people actually show up on your door step to stare at you? You seem pretty hung up about that," Iago asked, quite casually, from his little spot between the stone gargoyles above the shamed prince's balcony. "Is that a sorta accidental thing they do, or are the townspeople sellin' tickets or somethin'?"

The Beast growled, glaring at the bird. “Who are you! What are you doing here?” It seemed to matter not what the red, odd-looking bird was saying. Perhaps he was cursed too. “No one comes here.” 

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Silently thanking himself for choosing a perch far out of reach of the temperamental Beast, Iago leaned one shoulder against the gargoyle next to him, watching the prince carefully.

“Name’s Iago, fresh in town from Agrabah. If no one ever comes here, then what’re you so worried about with them staring at'ya? Can’t you just roar or somethin’ and scare ‘em off if you don’t want ‘em here? …Or I dunno, build some ‘no tresspassing’ signs? …Build a fence? I mean, you got a whole dirt road leading up here and you’re the only rest stop for miles. People are bound to show up by accident. Heck, why don’t ya build a moat or something and stuff it full of alligators? That’ll keep the door-to-door salesmen at bay!”

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Why hadn’t he thought about that before? The Beast scratched his head. Perhaps a moat would do. Let all the poor travelers drown, trying to reach his Castle. But he knew he could not bear the smell, nor the knowledge of villagers floating around his castle. He could only imagine the mess it would create, and the wolves it would bring. It was hopeless. 

He glared at the bird, who had made almost too much sense for his own good. 

“Don’t you have somewhere you can go, stupid bird? Or would you rather me serve you for Dinner?” As if he’d actually eat him. 

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“Stupid? Hey bub, who’s the one sittin’ around all day whining about unwanted visitors without even thinking of ways to stave ‘em off? If you ask me, I’m not the stupid one here.” 

The parrot was fearless, as long as he was out of reach. Turning up his beak in superiority, he stood up on his talons and brushed off his feathers with the tips of his wings. 

“But hey, I see where I’m not wanted! Just you wait ‘til the girlscouts show up sellin’ cookies at your door, then you’ll wish you treated me right and got hooked up with a half-decent ‘no trespassers’ system. You’re on your own, pal!” 

Giving a hefty flap of his wings, Iago was airborne again, leaving the Beast to his own devices. 

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Candy Crash // King Candy and Iago

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“ EXXXCUUUSEEE ME” the Candy King screeched, listening to this glitch of a bird order him around like it was nothing. As he spoke, the occasional whoosh from a passing car could be heard in the distance. Luckily for him, Candy was off the usual racing road, as he was banned from it ever since the…accident…. Candy didn’t like to think of it much. This meant me was away from anyone, no disturbances. Lovely. “ You have caused QUITE the trouble, buster!” Candy said in a grisly tone. As his temper rose, so did his tendency to glitch. On certain words of his phrase, his King Candy body would glitch for only a second into Turbo, or his Bug Form. He didn’t quite have control over that yet. Not so Turbo tactic. “ You… You have completely ruined my drive, a visit to the fungeon is in order.” Candy got his composure back and got back in the car, bird-thing still grasped tightly. “ We’re going on an adventure buster…”

“A FUNGEON? AN ADVENTURE!? Who do'ya think you are, pal!? I ain't goin' nowhere!” Appalled, Iago kicked roughly at the horrible little man, but the parrot stubby little legs couldn't reach him. “I'm pals with the princess, so you better back off or she'll let you have it, short stuff!” However, between kicks, he couldn't help noticing the man changing – morphing into something else, something weird, and then back into himself in a fraction of a second, almost like it hadn't really happened. Iago slowed his struggle, raising a bushy black eyebrow at his captor.

Maybe he was still dazed from the crash – that weirdo body-morphing wasn't normal, was it? Slowly, despite imminent danger, the parrot crossed his feathered arms over his chest, looking at the man incredulously as he was hauled off by the neck into his driving kart.

“Hey, chump... Do you got a skin condition or somethin'? You're turnin' into stuff like a real freak.” Or like a Genie, maybe, but Iago had never seen anyone else change appearances so rapidly, or so pointlessly.

hxve-some-cxndy

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A Pair of Palace Pals // Vanellope and Iago

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Even Vanellope was only about…oh, twenty percent sure what had happened this time around. Normally it was a bit of smoke and maybe a whistle or an unused voice clip repeating itself for hours and driving everyone mad (She still grit her teeth every time she heard “Boooooost Panel!” in a race). The wood chippings were new though.

 She didn’t know Sugar Rush even had wood.

“That is nowhere near fixed - and it’s not gonna be today, not by me.” Make a note - go bug the coders about it ASAP.

But now? Public Relations. Smiling, curbing the sour down a bit and and upping the sweet. Not her favorite thing.

A shrug. “Normally I’d make some sort of announcement - if something remotely interesting was happening.” More people were walking along the path to the candy marketplace, and already the cloying smell of artificial sweeteners and gum paste began to hit her ahead of the chattering crowd. “Let’s go find someone to grimace at.” Once again, Vanellope waved her wand around. “I’m sure we can find someone who needs our help.”

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“Blech, helping people? That doesn't sound like much fun,” Iago said, making a face. Still, he traveled along with Vanellope, perched on the little president-princess' shoulder as they made their way toward the crowd.

“You sure you don't wanna make something remotely interesting happen? I mean, it's better than goin' around and dealin' with everybody else's chump problems, isn't it? What do you people do around here for fun? Don't you got any festivals to invent on the spot? You’re the princess, ain’t ya? Why not invent GIMME PRESENTS day?”

Iago glanced around at the crowd, were there were probably plenty of people who wanted the president's help with something or another.

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Birds in All Weather || Jessica and Iago

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Jessica narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips slightly, hands folding in her lap. “Right,” She mused, “Of course, plenty of people.”

She drawled and tossed her hair, glancing down at the bird with a slight frown. Again, uppity for a parrot– Then her brow rose and a slight smile played on her lips, “A rug, huh? Oh, darling, I could tell you some stories.” She snorted, “Rug’s the least of your worries in Toon Town, believe you me.”

There was a pause, and something clicked in memory. Something strange like an old dream, involving a piano and a producer, some form of blackmail and a woman with a camera, then, of all things, a genie. Her eyes narrowed and she blinked away the feeling. There was no logical reason for her to distrust genies, but the thought had come up and vanished with a shake of her head. Now she was being silly.

Carefully, she spoke, “Well, I was hoping for company but it looks like nobody’ll have to do.”

A dull grin played at her features, “Would you like some lemonade, nobody?”

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“Hey, I ain't a nobody,” Iago said, puffing up with self-pride. “Name's Iago. I'm a hero back in Agrabah! Did'ya know I saved the whole joint from a sorcerer-genie-jerk that tried to kill everybody and take over the palace? Yeah, that was me. They've been hailing my name ever since!”

Perfectly able to make himself at home anyplace where he might be pampered, Iago shuffled across the checkered blanket to sit next to the curvy lady offering the lemonade.

“Don't mind if I do, lady! ...You got a name I can call'ya, or are we on 'nobody' terms? Anyway, the rug's not such a bad guy. He's better than the rest of 'em, anyway. Are you sayin' you got flying inanimate objects for friends around here, too?”

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A Place in France // Cassim and Iago

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Despite all his bluster and raucous attitude, Iago was attentive to care about those he liked and trusted--enough to know their long journey would bring about some hunger within him. It was not often that Iago had a point but it was nice to see how observant the parrot could be. 

Smiling softly, Cassim answered, “We can’t have that now, can we? I’ll get some croissants, I’ll be back shortly.” He returned to same the baker and purchased two of the curved, buttery breads, their warmth emulating against his fingertips. They were still fresh and hot when he returned back to his feathery friend. “I have my meal now. We should dig before our food starts cooling down completely.” The ex king of thieves waited briefly for Iago to eat first, knowing how impatient he could be. The bird’s appetite seemed much larger than his own at times.  

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“Dig in? Don't mind if I do!” Iago said, grasping a spoon from their little table and jamming it like a shovel into the delicate crème brulee like a shovel. At the gentle crack of the crispy, browned sugar layer at the top of the treat, Iago paused and eyed it. Somehow, that soft crunch of the delicate top-layer gave Iago the impression that it wasn't a food that could be rushed, no matter how eager he was. Slowing down, and turning his beak up to imply his refinement of taste, Iago raised the spoon to his beak and gave a proper taste.

And it was delightful.

“Mmm...! Now this is fancy French food! Boy do I know how to pick 'em!” Iago said, grinning between spoonfuls. Pleased with his lunch, Iago looked up at his partner curiously.

“So, we got a treasure to find, right? Is that something we can go after right away, or are we gonna have to set up camp or whatever? We gotta replace what we spent on lunch, after all!”

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Caravan Disguise // Esmeralda and Iago

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“Cassim?” Esmeralda repeated as if she were the parrot instead. What fortunate luck! The dancer smiled and placed a hand on her hip as she looked at the red bird, “You are in luck then, I have met Cassim only a few days ago. A nice man your friend, but I do not know if he is even in Paris anymore. But, none the less I will help you.” Cassim was a handsome man, and that could get him into some trouble with his darker skin. Hopefully Frollo had not gotten a hold of him…that would require a little more help from Clopin and her people if it came down to it.

“What are you two doing so far away from Agrabah? Cassim told me his son was happily married and all was well…Why come to Paris, when it is not the safest place for travelers?”

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“Oh, you've heard of the guy?” Iago asked, flashing a grin on his beak. “He's great! Nobody tells a good story or digs up a lucrative legend like Cassim, right? How'd you meet him, anyway?”

Remembering then that he'd been asked a simple question, Iago quirked his head at the dancer. He wasn't sure he should mention too many details about the hidden treasure they were searching for, lest she'd want in on the cash. That sort of deal could be worked at later, depending on how she knew Cassim, and what he thought of her. He explained, then, without that crucial detail. 

“Agrabah's been real boring since all the weddings and the mushy stuff kicked in around the palace. Cassim was ah... taking me out on a little adventure, see? I haven't been to Paris before – you guys got some great cram brooli and other fancy frenchy desserts! We were just havin' a look around this joint and I managed to lose track of 'em.”

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"So uh, how often do people actually show up on your door step to stare at you? You seem pretty hung up about that," Iago asked, quite casually, from his little spot between the stone gargoyles above the shamed prince's balcony. "Is that a sorta accidental thing they do, or are the townspeople sellin' tickets or somethin'?"

The Beast growled, glaring at the bird. “Who are you! What are you doing here?” It seemed to matter not what the red, odd-looking bird was saying. Perhaps he was cursed too. “No one comes here.” 

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Silently thanking himself for choosing a perch far out of reach of the temperamental Beast, Iago leaned one shoulder against the gargoyle next to him, watching the prince carefully.

“Name's Iago, fresh in town from Agrabah. If no one ever comes here, then what're you so worried about with them staring at'ya? Can't you just roar or somethin' and scare 'em off if you don't want 'em here? ...Or I dunno, build some 'no tresspassing' signs? ...Build a fence? I mean, you got a whole dirt road leading up here and you're the only rest stop for miles. People are bound to show up by accident. Heck, why don't ya build a moat or something and stuff it full of alligators? That'll keep the door-to-door salesmen at bay!”

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"Okay uh... I admit, I got some concerns," Iago said, still holding up the elegant but unsettling red-feathered boa hanging from the closet. "These ain't parrot feathers, are they? Feathers are ah... real outta season, ya know, a little too last DECADE, and you don't seem like the type'a lady who likes to be last DECADE, are'ya?" The parrot cracked an anxious, but winning smile.

“I thought I had that window properly sealed!” Cruella shrieked, backing away from the parrot sitting by her wardrobe. She faced it fiercely. “I don’t care if you can talk, you’re filthy, out, get out of my house!”

Turning back to the creature in pure stubbornness, she had to add a further comment. “And I shall have you know that feathers are coming back in, a flash of bright colour with an outfit will be perfectly fitting come the autumn. In fact, you do have some magnificent plumage…” Calming down, she approached the bird, with a slightly predatory look on her face.

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Cruella’s eyes narrowed as she watched the bird fly away. That window really needed looking at, she thought to herself, if any old creature could get in. 

If that parrot turned up again, she vowed, he would find himself the newest addition to her wardrobe.

[End]

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"Okay uh... I admit, I got some concerns," Iago said, still holding up the elegant but unsettling red-feathered boa hanging from the closet. "These ain't parrot feathers, are they? Feathers are ah... real outta season, ya know, a little too last DECADE, and you don't seem like the type'a lady who likes to be last DECADE, are'ya?" The parrot cracked an anxious, but winning smile.

“I thought I had that window properly sealed!” Cruella shrieked, backing away from the parrot sitting by her wardrobe. She faced it fiercely. “I don’t care if you can talk, you’re filthy, out, get out of my house!”

Turning back to the creature in pure stubbornness, she had to add a further comment. “And I shall have you know that feathers are coming back in, a flash of bright colour with an outfit will be perfectly fitting come the autumn. In fact, you do have some magnificent plumage…” Calming down, she approached the bird, with a slightly predatory look on her face.

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Well, that got uncomfortable fast. 

Iago dropped the feather boa and whisked himself back to the windowsill with one quick flap. Before he could throw himself out of it and fly wildly into the night to find some other palace-like place to rest until morning, the parrot remembered suddenly that he had been slighted. He turned on the sill to face the woman again, crossing his wings at her with a frown. 

“Hey, hold your horses, lady. I like the upgrade to ‘magnificent plumage’ and all, but didn’t you just call me filthy? Which is it, Madame Skin-and-Bones?” 

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The bird moved fast. Cruella felt a slight shudder pass through her as its wings flapped near her, but she told herself she wouldn’t flinch.

“You really are a foolish creature, you can be both! Look at you,” she winced, as if feeling ill, “you are an utterly disgusting thing! And yet…” Her gaze lingered on the tips of his wing feathers, and down to the bottom of his tail. “Those feathers are positively marvellous! It really is a shame they are wasted on you.”

She seemed genuinely saddened by that prospect. But that emotion passed just as quickly as the others, and her expression drew back into a frown at the unwelcome visitor.

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This time, it was Iago's turn to give a shudder, feeling the slim woman giving him a once-over. She wasn't looking at his 'magnificent plumage' with the eye of an admirer, but with the hungry gaze of a wolf. Any birdbrain could see she wasn't the safest option for an overnight stay – but where the heck else was he supposed to go? Outside again to get eaten by real wolves?

Better to take a risk for safety, than get plucked for sure. Jafar didn't raise a fool.

Giving a huff, Iago hopped backward off the sill and into the cold night air, flapping his wings to stay aloft at the woman's eye level, without quite flying away yet.

“Yeesh, Norma Desperate! You can keep your feather boas and your fancy warm house! It's lookin' pretty shabby anyway, like your hairdo! When in the heck did that go into fashion?”

Petty as can be (for Jafar trained him that way, too), Iago turned tail and flapped away. There were plenty of other chumps to bother, without risking his tail feathers for it!