Retribution.

[textlawyer]

You are met with a figure blinded with gauze and obscured with an avian mask.

It speaks to you,

What do you believe you have done to end here?

Tell me the honest truth, and nothing but.

[textlawyer]

Oooh! *Her face lights up as she sees the feathers, reaching out to gently touch them.*

Oh this is.. this is so cool.. *She giggles, growing giddy*

they're so soft..

~ SS

(Behind his mask was a bashful smile which he hid further behind his other wing.)

I do try my best to take good care of them...

I am glad my efforts are not fruitless.

Keeping up an appearance is very important,

after all.

[textlawyer]

i dont mean it weirdly!! like.. like brushing someone's hair, someone ya trust.. *she trails off, growing shy*

I just.. wanna feel your feathers, alright? I never really got to touch bird feathers when i was younger due to others saying there was thousands of germs on it. *Shruggie*

~ SS

For gods' sake, I'm not a pigeon.

(He chuckled. Aeneus extended one of his wings for her to feel.)

If I shall repeat, you may.

I have a few pin feathers near my shoulder.

[textlawyer]

can i like

preen your feathers

maybe

~ SS

Oh my.

Getting quite personal, are we?

...

You may.

[textlawyer]

(its okay pookie ur good)

Alrighty! I'm sure you'll fit right in. Now, if I remember.. *She looks over at her void, a portal opening up not too far from her, revealing some desert, dusky yellow skies, a few old dry trees in the distance.*

To the Sands of Lost Media, dear friend? *She offers a hand to him, suddenly shapeshifting to some teenager with poorly-bleached hair, dark brown cat ears, and eyes looking purely like the shadows of the darkest depths of the sea. Now wearing a shirt which read 'Got Vinyl?' in the classic font of those old advertisements from another universe. Where did that cat tail come from?? huh.*

(He chuckled as he stared at her open palm. Rolling his eyes, Aeneus dropped the end of his wing into her hand with a playful grin. Though, his face betrayed him at the word "friend", dropping slightly.)

Right, right... Dearest companion.

Take us to the sandy lands.

(He considered how hot the sand could be. He now wishes they made bird shoes in his size.)

[textlawyer]

Mhm! *She nods, looking up at you

, happy* I also probably need to change soon, since it is hot there.. *She motions with a hand, rambling a bit* Also since the people don't really know who the Setting Sun is, i'll probably just turn into Akari for a bit.. yadda yaddaa.. I still got the map to the sands of lost media? *She raises her head, her halo bopping slightly with her movements*

~ SS

Shapeshifting as well, then?

That does make sense for a powerful creator as yourself...

(Aeneus's remaining false eye changed shape into a hand to assist the other in undoing his mask. He fumbled quite a bit. Those antimatter hands didn't have the sense of touch to guide them. The lawyer did eventually get the mask off, thankfully.)

While hiding my mammalian face would do me better,

I fear I'd drown in my sweat in that leather thing, haheheh.

If you have everything you need, then let us depart.

[textlawyer]

Oh yeah. You still up for it? *She smiles, the portal opening a bit more to one of her voids*

*kicking legs in the void giddly*

~ SS

I am very much still up for it.

(One of his "eyes" transformed into a hand to unbutton his coat. He guided the fabric with his mask's beak. Aeneus shed the heavy trenchcoat in favor of the sleeveless button-down and shorts he wore underneith.)

However, I did think to change my attire,

If we're going to that sandy place first.

I assume its hot there?

[the-arcade-doctor]

Pardon me, Mr. Phobia?

I've heard some words about you as of recent.

Would you care to sit down and have a chat?

Thanks,

@textlawyer

[ oh dear god it's the feds. ]

[textlawyer]

To think someone as just as I would work with the government.

We both know that an official wouldn't have come here.

[textlawyer]

Hi bluebird.. *She coos, looking up at him, before looking around*

Are we.. still in the office?

I put it away earlier.

Right now, we're nowhere.

If our adventure is still on your schedule,

We won't need this place to be anything, right?

[textlawyer]

pspspsps bluebird pspspsps

im backk

hopefully im not laate.. <:I *anxiously has only her head peeping out of a portal*

~ SS

It is quite interesting the nickname you've given me.

I only possess this blue outline in the dark.

My feathers are black.

And you're right on time.

[the-arcade-doctor]

new text doctors... we grow in number

YESS

[textlawyer]

would you b e mad at me if i said i love doing arson :(

... I mean.

It's nuanced.

Have you done such?

[textlawyer]

well,,

*paper shuffling*

it has come to my conclusion that the sun is shorter than you,,

also she says hi bluebird

If we're talking about the same entity here,

Then I'm not surprised.

Tell her that I said hello back. X^)

[textlawyer]

ejehejme

bro how tall are you,,

Six feet and two inches.

Why do you need to know this.

[doctor-waterboy]

HE GENUINELY. GENUINELY PISSES ME OFF

[textlawyer]

I ate some cookies today and had some lemonade.

[doctor-waterboy]

ARE YOU TWELVE???????

[textlawyer]

And then I played some video games.

[textlawyer]

*she watches calmly, one of her lower hands appearing from the portal, placing a little LPS #3573 down on the table, before pulling away and standing up.*

Teehee, Toodaloo, birdy boy! *She waves and hops back into the portal, the portal glowing a neon green and closing up like before, the edges turning a neon green and closing, then slowly disappearing.*

~ SS

(He pocketed the toy, and the room returned to nothing.)

[textlawyer]

*she giggles, hearing the lawyer cheer in the distance. She floats up to the portal, halfway out. She faces him, smiling.*

I'll see you in a week or so, I assume?

*She rests her chin on her upper hands palms, watching him.*

~ SS

(His confident grin morphed into a bashful one once his uncharateristic cheering was noticed. Aeneus cleared his throat with a newly straightened posture.)

Yes, yes, I will see you next week.

(He summoned a hand, made from similar material to the eyes he had whilst wearing his mask, and picked up said object. He secured it to his face. The floating eyes reappear. ... If he could summon hands in the first place, why'd he make you go through all that bologne?!)

Farewell, Setting Sun.

I hope this isn't the last time you reserve time here.