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@justaaduck
Hm? What’s this place?
shatteredpriince:
“I know he can be difficult, but he’s this way because he cares.” Fakir was just awful at expressing it, or offering any explanation. “Still, he shouldn’t have been so firm. He knows how much you love to dance.”
“I know...” Ahiru loved Fakir, she really did, but he drove her up the wall sometimes. Hn... aha! “Quaha! I’ll just dance without him today! That’s about even, right?” One day of flying- er, dancing solo was about even to missing out on one day of spying on class. More or less. Sounded about right.
shatteredpriince:
“…has Fakir done something?”
“He’s being a grouch again and wouldn’t let me sneak into ballet practice today! Qua qua!” Okay, she’d nearly gotten caught the last time, but still!
“Quaaaaaaack!”
@justasoldicr
Man, why does it have to be so cold and why does technology have to be so complicated? It’d taken her 10 minutes to figure out the microwave yesterday, how’s this kind of stove even work? Ares-san was even more patient than her friends from school had been.
“Thanks for helping me out.” He knew how stuff work, and he was insisting on making her something with the tea kettle and the fancy big mugs (not like tea cups, much more sturdy than that, how weird but practical). “There’s so many buttons on these...”
aspiringparasyte:
The beast leered down at the duck wordlessly until she left, finally leaving the courtyard in blissful silence. Truthfully, it had been a bluff. The little duckling was far too small to even be an appetizer. Kisei huffed, backing up a step and circling back over the pillar to find another relatively smooth, weathered spot. She flopped belly-down onto the warm, soothing rock and relaxed again for some much needed rest.
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When she awoke, she was thirsty, and had to sneak in to the kitchen to get water. Like the beast she was, she didn’t care to get a glass, simply turning on the faucet and lapping up the stream as it fell.
…. no, wait, Sora did that too.
When she finished, she sniffed the air a moment, and then the counter. Meat. then she foraged through the fridge, figuring they still kept some in here. Finding it within a drawer, she held her prize in her teeth as she set about sneaking out, leaving a running faucet, an open drawer, and fridge door for a confused Akio or Tron to find when they returned to the kitchen.
She ventured outside the wall so that she might eat her meal in peace, when she saw a spot of yellow approaching. She huffed around the fish in her mouth as she sat down. So you came back.
It had taken nearly the entire duration of the other’s nap for Ahiru to find her way to the nearest shop that sold bread, find bread, and then obtain said bread. And she didn’t even get regular bread, no, she got something fancy. Ish. And it was easy too. She’d just hopped up to the counter, quacked politely, and waited.
Apparently it was a day old one that wasn’t selling, but that was just fine by her! Rhe shopkeeper at the outdoor counter had put it in a little plate and put it on the ground, probably expecting for her to just start pecking at it.
They hadn’t stopped her from carefully tugging the plate back out the way she had come. It hadn’t been at all easy, moving something that big compared to her. But she’d managed it. And very carefully tugged the plate all the way back out the way she’d come, through the forest, carefully avoiding tree roots as best she could as she went..
It had tipped over a few times, but she’d made sure no dirt or grass had gotten stuck to it. It wasn’t in the best shape, but it was still smelled of the almonds that covered it and also of fresh-ish icing.
She’d made the attempt, at least.
I said I would, qua. Ahiru always made good on her promises. I brought this for you. Bread’s always good for a snack after a nap, qua qua. Though it was clear that the other had already found a snack. Fish. Well, she had still tried. And that was what mattered, right?
aspiringparasyte:
The mild annoyance turned to irritation. Just what, exactly, did the duckling think she was doing before she’d come in with all her constant quacking?
She bared her teeth and let out a low growl. Help? With almost herculean effort, she pulled up her arm. The beast braced herself against the stone, claws grazing it as she pushed her body to finally leer down at the ball of fluff.
Golden eyes scrunched in a glower, sharp fangs bared in a warning snarl as she leaned over the corner. The dhampiric traits, which Sora carefully kept suppressed (especially in front of others), morphed and wrinkled his face into that of the monster he despised, Kisei having no qualms with being the beast she was. Then maybe you can let me finish my nap, unless you would rather become my dinner!
Oh. Oh dear. Ahiru backpedaled a few hurried steps. That... okay, she wasn’t sure what to make of that. Other than it was kind of scary to face down teeth quite that large. They didn’t seem to be getting down off the wall all the way, but she probably shouldn’t get any closer. Uh. Oh, a nap. Naps were good.
Qua! Okay! Sorry! Sorry! I’ll uh... come back later? With bread. She’d give them an hour, maybe two. Yeah. And then bring snacks. She got hungry after naps sometimes. Maybe bread and something else to go with it. She couldn’t really carry that much, though. She’d have to improvise.
S-Sorry for disturbing you.
aspiringparasyte:
This time, her snort of derision could’ve been understandable even to humans. Of course, she was simply interrupted by a small duckling no more curious than a cub. But she answered, for she could tell this incessant quacking would not end even if she tried to ignore her.
Tired, came the low groan. He’s been fighting. And our body cannot handle the strain for very long.
‘Our?’ Something strange was going on here. Ahiru was definitely out of her league about knowing what was going on. She didn’t know anything about fighting, beyond that you could do it while dancing if you were good at it, so... relaxation was what they needed? (They was the right word to use in this sense, right?
If you’re tired, you should take a break! Get something to eat, take a hot bath, just... do nothing for a few days, qua. Like when you hurt your leg while dancing, or when you get a cold. Maybe you don’t need to fight at all, qua.
She didn’t know in what sense they meant fighting anyway. Something was missing, though. Peace? Rest? She was pretty sure those weren’t parts of a heart. Is there anything I can do to help, qua?
aspiringparasyte:
The greeting annoyed her, though not as much as the cold, so she was willing to let it slide. It was rare she could enjoy the relaxation of rest.
She shifted her head to peer over the ledge, just enough to let one orange eye peek over. An arm also dropped over the ledge of the pillar, dangling lazily. Her claws were drawn, but not in threat, simply careless abandon.
The sound she released in the dhampire’s body was like a rumbling groan. To humans, it might have sounded like a growl. But truthfully, she was simply tired, albeit a little annoyed. This was not the language of humans, but of beasts.
What do you want, Duckling?
Claws? Huh. Who was this person? They were a little bit strange. To be fair, she was a duck that could dance ballet, she really didn’t have too much room to talk. Ahiru just hoped that she could at least be a little he-
She spoke duck! Ahiru let out a happy quack of greeting, quickly hopping to be within conversation range of the new person, keeping out of arm’s reach entirely out of respect for those claws (like a cat... how cool!).
I wanted to say hello, qua! An honest smile as much as a duck’s beak could muster. I’m Ahiru. It’s nice to meet you, qua! How are you doing?
Just asking someone if they felt like a bit of them was missing a bit of their heart as a first question was... kind of rude.
aspiringparasyte:
The beast lazily opened her eyes.
From atop her perch on the jagged broken pillar, she had a fine view of the mansion’s courtyard. But she wasn’t there for that, but for the warmth. This world’s perpetual Twilight didn’t leave much for sunbathing, but the concrete and stone still retained some of it, and she was sprawled onto the surface to heat her cool-blooded body.
This was her territory, and she would defend it.
But the trespasser was just a small bird, and so she closed her eyes and settled back into her doze.
Duck was a duck, and that meant she had instincts. Ducks were prey animals, after all, and she couldn’t stop her feathers from fluffing out as she slowly approached. But she was not going to run away just because she was getting a little apprehensive. This one’s heart was missing something important.
So she approached cautiously, waving a wing and giving an earnest, though not too loud, quack of greeting. She wondered if they spoke duck. Probably not. But she could still wave and try to get their attention. Say hello, see if talking to a duck would let them get something off their chest.
And if all else failed, she would use ballet mime to try and get her point across that she was up for using her definitely sure to work puppy-dog... well, duck, eyes to get them some bread. Food and conversation was good for any heart, especially for one missing a piece of itself.
If she got a second look from the person she was approaching, she’d do a proper, full ballet bow to the best of her abilities. That would show she was just there to talk despite any language barriers, right?
@aspiringparasyte
She knows a heart missing something when she sees it like this, she just doesn’t know what it is. But this person is hurting badly, and she’s not sure what she can do to help. She’s just a little duck, so she’s following him around and trying to think of something, trying to stay out of sight as best she can.
So long as this is a problem that doesn’t involve a shard, she has to be able to figure out how to do something, right?
@modernpriestess
“Quaaaak?” Does anyone around here speak duck? She keeps trying and trying but she’s pretty sure no one does. She’s not surprised by that, but she can’t be sure that she’s not in some kind of story in such a weird place like this.
justakansasboy:
“Oh, dear. Are you sick, Ms. Ahiru?” The kryptonian said with a soft chuckle, running his fingers through the girl’s hair, leaning back against the couch as he rested his cheek on his palm.
“Do you want some hot soup?”
“I forgot humans get worse colds than ducks do.” She’s whining just a teeny tiny bit. Duck colds were usually minor cases of uncontrollable sneezing, maybe an unseasonable molt (very bad in the winter), but not this exhausting.
“Can I, please? That sounds so good. Maybe some bread to go with it?” Always bread, it’s her comfort food and go to. “And some extra blankets, if it’s not too much trouble?” Her nesting instinct for staying warm is strong right now.
@justakansasboy
There is now a duck (well, Ahiru, same thing, really) flopped across Clark’s lap with a miserable sniffling sound. She’s caught a case of the sniffles and if really feeling it. She’d forgotten what it felt like to get a normal human cold.
Hopefully it’ll pass soon.