🟥🪶 Birds of a Red Feather Storyline: Bird Kazami - Character Sheet
> aka they BeyX x BBB rants I sent to Felix @/emperor-forneus from a millenium ago that turns into an actual Crossover AU in which Aiga and Bird both get transported into each other's universes (not simultaneously). I have written a fic for this concept abt Team Persona finding out about the multiversal shenanigans wwww
A/N: GUESS WHO FINALLY FINISHED THIS 🗣📢✌️‼️‼️‼️‼️NOW I ACTUALLY HAVE TO DO MY HISTORY OF ARTS PROJECTS BEFORE IM COOKED BY NEXT WEEK LMAOOOO 😭 GO MY SELF-INDULGENT CROSSOVER AU GOGOGO 🗣💥💥💥💥 I'LL POST A MASTERLIST FOR THIS AU IN LIKE...A MINUTE AFTER I POST THIS TRUSTTT (it's been sitting in my drafts LMAOO)
Apocalyptic Tendencies was my little practice project while trying to get back into writing. It went a lot of different directions before I figured out what I actually wanted to do. This was one of them!
For traveling in a pair, Jaxon sure spent a lot of his time alone. Multi “needed a break” or something like that. Whatever.
With a yelp, he made a snatch in the water, jerking up suddenly and hucking a fish–a small, wriggly brown trout–onto the shore. “Score!” he cheered. What was that, now? Three little guys? He hopped towards the bank, juggling himself from side to side to avoid soaking his rolled-up pant legs in the rushing stream. “That’s what I’m talking about!”
He crouched down over the gasping, goggling-eyed fish cheerfully. “Wow,” he sighed. “I’m so good at this.”
One flopped unappreciatively over his bare foot.
“Ew–yuck! Keep your slime to yourself!” He scrambled back, scraping his toes off in the grass and gagging. “Ugh… Bad fishy.” Eyeing the offending trout warily, he stooped over and wrapped his fingers around it, hoisting its straining torpedo-like body up and close to his face. “I’m gonna eat you first,” he moped.
A twig cracked behind him.
“Multi?” he turned around.
And five pairs of ghastly, iris-less eyes leered back at him from the opposite side of the stream.
He stared, his jaw falling open in soundless shock.
The zombies, watching him blankly, growled from deep within their chests, the sound reverberating all the way into Jaxon’s eyeballs. He was acutely aware of their overgrown fingernails, spasming at their sides, and the tight fit of their skin to their bones. These were wild zombies, and starving ones, too.
Not so good.
“Howdy!” Jaxon squawked suddenly. “How long have you been standing there?”
They glared at him.
“You look a little hungry,” he tried again, and glanced down at the rebel trout in his fists. “Want some fish?” He held it out. “There’s plenty!”
At exactly that moment, though, the slimy little traitor slipped out of his hands and shot out like a fat, fat, very fat arrow. Its moist scales caught the sunlight for a split second at the apex of its arc and, for one moment, they glittered like gemstones. But then it slapped into one of the zombie’s faces with a meaty, suckering thwap.
Jaxon wilted. “Aw, crap.”
All five of the gray-skinned creatures roared, voices screeching, dry as reeds, and plunged into the stream.
Jaxon shrieked and toppled into a sprint in the other direction. “Multi!” he howled, “Multi!”
…
Climbing the slope had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now he was having second thoughts.
Fingers digging into the rocks and feet kicking wildly, nine feet off the ground, Jaxon groaned in total exhaustion. One of the zombies was pulling at his left foot, but he was so tired, he almost didn’t even care. His will to live sometimes petered out along with his stamina, which was unfortunate. And he had only made it halfway up the slope, too. Ugh, what a lame way to die.
“Help,” he whined halfheartedly, giving his feet a pathetic little kick. “They’re gonna eat me. Somebody do something.”
A head poked over the top of the ledge then, and Jaxon almost cried with laughter because he thought it was another zombie. But then it yelled “holy snap,” and he realized he was maybe wrong.
“Hey! Hey!” he gasped, starting back into motion almost like he’d be shocked.”You!” He snapped his right hand upwards, snatching onto a new handhold and dragging himself up. “Help me out!”
“Yeah, just hold on!” the head, which was eclipsing the sun, silhouetted to near black, shouted back, and then ducked away, disappearing over the edge.
“I’m trusting you!” Jaxon screamed, jerking his left foot out of the zombie’s grip and lunging another space up the slope.
And it was worth it, because, in less than three seconds, a whip of rope slapped into the rock beside his head. “Grab on!” the voice above him yelped. “Climb! Come on, climb!”
Jaxon did, shrieking “pull, pull, pull!” as he went.
He nearly reached the top, too.
But his feet slipped right at the end of the ascent and, with a wail, he began to plummet. Wind rushed at him from below and the roaring of the zombies filled his ears for a split second. And then two arms shot out like rockets and locked around his wrists
“Ugh!” the head above him coughed–Jaxon heard the whump of its owner’s chest flattening against the cliffside. “Guh-gotcha!”
“Th-thanks!” Jaxon panted, eyes big as skulls. The rope was no longer directly in front of him, so he rudely, but also necessarily, jungle-gymed his way up the other guy’s arms and shoulders until he could collapse over in safety, flopping like a pancake into the pillowy grass at the top of the slope.
Equally winded–probably because Jaxon had accidentally stomped the breath out of him while scrambling up–his rescuer slumped over, too, gagging slightly as he pulled in air. “You… good?” he managed.
“Uh… uh-huh,” Jaxon said, asphyxiating comfortably in the corner.
They both recovered at about the same time, and dragged themselves into sitting positions with long, achy groans.
It was Jaxon’s first chance to actually look at the other guy, and he noticed that the sizing-up was mutual. They stared at each other, both a little confused.
“Um…,” his rescuer started. “Where exactly did you come from?”
…
Multi sat crosslegged in a bald patch of earth beside the firepit, a thick-spined textbook spread open across her knees as she thoughtlessly stirred the oatmeal (which had long since turned to mush), steaming in its pot over the coals. With her free hand, she slipped a fingernail under the next page and flipped, smoothing out the paper to avoid any creases. She looked at the next few words without really reading them and bit out a huff.
What time was it? She checked her watch. Jaxon had been gone for over two hours. Seriously? They’d agreed that he’d only ever wander off for one. She had half a mind to stow the book, kick over the oat soup, go find him, and drag him back to camp by the wacky blue hair herself. There was no finding that lunatic once he left visual range, though, so she didn’t bother.
He’d stumble back into camp eventually, if he didn’t get himself either injured or lost. Or both. And he never had up until then. So.
Multi flicked back to the previous page in her textbook and retraced the last sentence.
And, of course, that was exactly when Jaxon decided to return. “Howdy hey!” he cauterwailed, his bright, cheery voice breaking like an axe murderer through Multi’s train of thought.
She snapped her book shut so fast the pages clapped. “Jaxon!” she cried, climbing onto her feet and stomping towards her companion, who had come waddling out of the treeline. “Where have you been? It’s been almost three–!”
She stopped when another boy stepped out of the foliage.
He was a giant compared to Jaxon, broad shouldered and muscular–or, as muscular as anyone was after the end of the world–with long, feathery hair tied back by a knotted headband, and skin tanned a dark, dark bronze. And, naturally, if he was a giant for Jaxon, he was a mountain for Multi.
“Who’s that?” she shot at her companion.
Jaxon gave her a bouncy, clueless shrug, his blue bangs flouncing. “How should I know?”
“My name is Robin,” the newcomer cut in hastily. “He ran into me in the woods.”
Multi stared between them, her gaze cutting a sharp diagonal.
Back at it again with some more ideas for my AU (still no designs, me at school T-T)
Jaxon:
Imagine a big ahh clock ring like this
Yeah the hands are actually based on the bey's names (Sword Dran & Dagger Dran)
So basically there is a silhouette of light shaped like him in the center (I didn't draw that lol). And he CANNOT stay still, he moves and changes form instantly and inevitably (like say either Jaxon, Blader X, his dragon bit beast, maybe an eye angel-style, etc.)
Even the ring itself moves constantly and quickly, mortals just never see it fully cuz well, he leaves ✌️
Whenever both hands reach 10 (10:50) until the moment in ticks to 11 (The X is in red cuz y'know, Blader X?) Reality around him moves too fast and starts glitching out in lightning (similar to his Xtreme Dash)
Robin:
I wanna make him represent both life and death (but sometimes he struggles accepting the death role 😭)
So he is more of an angel, but his body is complete fire (literally)
His outfit is still the same as my previous artwork about him, but a little more burnt to also give off a grim reaper
He does have a staff that looks a grain 🌾 (represent life, and also his canon hometown), but also turns into a scythe
He has by far the least amount of changes compared to my previous design
Multi:
I already said this in my last post but she is a porcelain doll figure
Her base dress is actually made of liquid, so that she can morph it into any outfit she likes
She is known in the AU to drive humanity to innovate and advance society
Not as planned as Pendragon's designs but feel free to add suggestions :)
