It’s the call of a crow that breaks the spell. One moment, Tadashi is watching the volleyball float - actually float!!! - through the air. It almost looks like it’s moving in slow motion, and even though he doesn’t know what anyone on the other side of the net will do with it, or whether it will score a point, he’s proud of himself. He’s proud of his accomplishment here. But that moment is quickly followed by a sound, a sound that sets more than half the team on edge immediately, and has them wondering if there’s actually a bird in here, or if one of the harpies present is going mad.
Tadashi looks up, maybe because birds mean sky, but maybe because he saw movement without realising he saw movement, and that’s the moment it all - quite ironically - comes crashing down.
‘It’ being the volleyball, and a very real crow. Confusion flies through the room, not unlike a bird, and then Tadashi is the first of the teenagers to speak. Speak might be a generous term for it though, as the words that leave out come out somewhere between a croak and a squeal.
“Oh my god! I killed a bird!” After his outburst, multiple members of the team begin their rush towards the animal, but Tadashi, fuelled by pure panic and immense guilt, gets there first, shaking hands not quite touching the crow for fear of doing more damage than good.
“Why did you fly at the ball?! Are you okay?!” The questions come out as part of panicked instinct. Tadashi is not thinking about how any of this is happening, he’s really just glad that the crow isn’t actually dead.
So it’s a different voice from someone a little further away that pipes up with the words “Wait, did that crow just speak?”, words that don’t even reach Yamaguchi, such is his panic.
Junim is in panic mode and now he’s got to figure out how to get his stupid bird brained brother out of this mess that he’s made for himself. Again.
He needs to grab Aiden and make a run for it. They’ve had mixed reaction’s over the years of coming into contact with two leggers over the fact that 1, they are birds and 2, they do talk. Some have been just fine, confused and curious but otherwise fine. Others…. less fine, and he doesn’t really want to wait around to find out which reaction this is gonna garner, especially when his idiot brother is yelling at them. That means he needs to actually be able to run and his human form is better for that. But he doesn’t have his clothes…
A quick glance around the building shows him a couple of other doorways. Surely one of those has a spare set of clothes in it, right? Yeah they have to. And it’ll give him the chance to change without giving himself away, then he just has to run through, grab the squawker and get the heck out. That seems like a solid plan to him so with a final glance at the growing crowd he takes off for an open doorway. ‘Maybe they’ll smack him while I’m gone, would serve him right.’
Aiden himself, is still putting up quite a fuss over the whole thing, his voice ringing out with squawks and angry chitters as his feathers fluff and refluff. His only break is when he’s actually asked a question, then he focuses on the boy who caused this (as if he didn’t do this to himself), the one who threw the stupid ball.
“What do you mean ‘why’? You were playing a game, I wanted to play too! I didn’t realize I was gonna be attacked in the process!” He gives himself a shake to try to smooth some of his feathers, his wings flicking out in the process. Okay so he wasn’t hurt necessarily, but he was dizzy now.
“I’m perfectly fine! You’re lead weighted ball didn’t kill me, fool! I’m not that delicate!”