TIMESTAMP: 25 Cinderfall, Ash 122
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Some time after evening ended and night truly began, Hector shifted himself into the form of his singular animus totem: that of the pigeon. He did this saying not a single word to his beloved friend and mentor, who was also not, at the time, home. Having done this, the little bird-boy had pre-opened a window and now attempted to fly over to the sill. This did not go as expected.
Flying, unfortunately, was a lot more difficult than it looks when one sees an adult bird effortlessly gliding through the clouds above. Though one never thinks about this, that would be because for birds, such a thing is taught really rather young. Hector, however, was not born a bird and therefore he had never learned how to manipulate foreign limbs such as wings. Nevertheless, he did actually make it to the sill eventually, but it took several attempts and was more a flailing of feathers than what one would ever consider to be proper flight.
Feeling triumphant in this moment, the elven Animist hopped onto a ledge outside of his window and shimmied his little bird feet awkwardly along this well made, brick-lined building. This would look proper strange to any onlooker because it simply would not make sense for a bird, which should be able to fly, to move in this manner. Despite this, once he reached the building's nearest corner, he leapt forth onto the roof of an adjacent building. This process was exactly as graceless as making it to the sill, but he did manage to flail his way across the gap between the buildings and not kill himself. Truly an astounding feat, indeed.
This bizarre method of travel was repeated several times over as he made his way through the city, awkwardly jumping from roof to roof going northward 'cross the gash. He did not actually have a location in mind as he did not know precisely what it was he was doing, but such a thing was not actually abnormal for Hector– for he was a young man of many truly mystifying decisions, much to the chagrin of any of his caretakers in his youth. And yet despite this tendency to make fascinating choices, the boy was remarkably resilient and survived any predicament he found himself in, no matter how deleterious it would be.
Once he had made it over the bridge, and yes, he walked along the railing rather than simply flying over it, he managed to scuttle his way to another nearby building and very poorly climb up to the roof. It was a great struggle to succeed, and realistically, the only reason the little bird had the stamina to make this climb with barely any use of his wings was because of the fact that he was preternaturally enhanced via the rune of Vitalis.
For any onlookers, such an endeavor would look markedly disturbing. For one thing, the pigeon would appear either physically or cognitively impaired since it simply refused to use its wings unless it absolutely had to, and for another, how in the world did such a tiny bird have such endurance? For any local ornithologists, such a scintillating specimen would attract their interest, indeed!
After monumental effort, he'd finally made it up to the building's rooftop. After regaining his bearings, the bird looked 'round only to discover a sight even stranger than himself. Resting near the chimney was a most bizarre creature the likes of which the boy had never clapped eyes on before. Beady little eyes narrowed and his head cocked almost mechanically as he examined the reptilian beast he now shared a roof with. He was most unawares of such a species living in the Imperium. Wait. Did it even live in the Imperium? Perhaps the escaped pet of an exotic collector? Maybe there was a zoo of sorts?
And ever stranger, its skin appeared as if it were rotting! What was this little beast? Being…himself, Hector approached the tiny dragon standing tall on spindly legs. Like this, he could not speak. So instead, he ruffled the feathers on his breast and let out a mighty coo! So fierce!
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Meanwhile, by the time Hector had met the little reptile, Vergil had returned to an elf-less apartment with a window left open. Though he was not entirely aware of exactly what the boy had done or where he had gone, he immediately exhaled a heavy sigh knowing that whatever it was would be remarkably stupid. And, unfortunately, Hector's lack of wisdom knew no bounds and often required the intervention of others. Should such a thing be the case, the man would never forgive himself if he let the other perish unceremoniously.
Thus, he turned right around and left the building. With a flex of his æther, Vergil made use of his Vitalis to cast Veracity– greatly enhancing his sense of smell. That was, objectively, the easiest way to locate the idiot he sought. Ah, yes, and there it was…to the north. Of course the elf would go there, stupid as he was. In addition to that, the older man could, indeed, detect the fact that Hector was, at present, not wholly himself.
Vergil was well aware that Hector had no concept of how to fly so he was severely perplexed as to why the other man had left, on his own, in the night, in that form of all things. Profoundly annoyed, he nonetheless proceeded to walk in the direction of his companion’s scent. However, he was not sure whether he'd bring back a whole bird or a bird with broken wings given the fact that when he got his hands on the boy, he'd be likely to…squish him. Just a little.
Flying, unfortunately, was a lot more difficult than it looks when one sees an adult bird effortlessly gliding through the clouds above. Though one never thinks about this, that would be because for birds, such a thing is taught really rather young. Hector, however, was not born a bird and therefore he had never learned how to manipulate foreign limbs such as wings. Nevertheless, he did actually make it to the sill eventually, but it took several attempts and was more a flailing of feathers than what one would ever consider to be proper flight.
Feeling triumphant in this moment, the elven Animist hopped onto a ledge outside of his window and shimmied his little bird feet awkwardly along this well made, brick-lined building. This would look proper strange to any onlooker because it simply would not make sense for a bird, which should be able to fly, to move in this manner. Despite this, once he reached the building's nearest corner, he leapt forth onto the roof of an adjacent building. This process was exactly as graceless as making it to the sill, but he did manage to flail his way across the gap between the buildings and not kill himself. Truly an astounding feat, indeed.
This bizarre method of travel was repeated several times over as he made his way through the city, awkwardly jumping from roof to roof going northward 'cross the gash. He did not actually have a location in mind as he did not know precisely what it was he was doing, but such a thing was not actually abnormal for Hector– for he was a young man of many truly mystifying decisions, much to the chagrin of any of his caretakers in his youth. And yet despite this tendency to make fascinating choices, the boy was remarkably resilient and survived any predicament he found himself in, no matter how deleterious it would be.
Once he had made it over the bridge, and yes, he walked along the railing rather than simply flying over it, he managed to scuttle his way to another nearby building and very poorly climb up to the roof. It was a great struggle to succeed, and realistically, the only reason the little bird had the stamina to make this climb with barely any use of his wings was because of the fact that he was preternaturally enhanced via the rune of Vitalis.
For any onlookers, such an endeavor would look markedly disturbing. For one thing, the pigeon would appear either physically or cognitively impaired since it simply refused to use its wings unless it absolutely had to, and for another, how in the world did such a tiny bird have such endurance? For any local ornithologists, such a scintillating specimen would attract their interest, indeed!
After monumental effort, he'd finally made it up to the building's rooftop. After regaining his bearings, the bird looked 'round only to discover a sight even stranger than himself. Resting near the chimney was a most bizarre creature the likes of which the boy had never clapped eyes on before. Beady little eyes narrowed and his head cocked almost mechanically as he examined the reptilian beast he now shared a roof with. He was most unawares of such a species living in the Imperium. Wait. Did it even live in the Imperium? Perhaps the escaped pet of an exotic collector? Maybe there was a zoo of sorts?
And ever stranger, its skin appeared as if it were rotting! What was this little beast? Being…himself, Hector approached the tiny dragon standing tall on spindly legs. Like this, he could not speak. So instead, he ruffled the feathers on his breast and let out a mighty coo! So fierce!
….
Meanwhile, by the time Hector had met the little reptile, Vergil had returned to an elf-less apartment with a window left open. Though he was not entirely aware of exactly what the boy had done or where he had gone, he immediately exhaled a heavy sigh knowing that whatever it was would be remarkably stupid. And, unfortunately, Hector's lack of wisdom knew no bounds and often required the intervention of others. Should such a thing be the case, the man would never forgive himself if he let the other perish unceremoniously.
Thus, he turned right around and left the building. With a flex of his æther, Vergil made use of his Vitalis to cast Veracity– greatly enhancing his sense of smell. That was, objectively, the easiest way to locate the idiot he sought. Ah, yes, and there it was…to the north. Of course the elf would go there, stupid as he was. In addition to that, the older man could, indeed, detect the fact that Hector was, at present, not wholly himself.
Vergil was well aware that Hector had no concept of how to fly so he was severely perplexed as to why the other man had left, on his own, in the night, in that form of all things. Profoundly annoyed, he nonetheless proceeded to walk in the direction of his companion’s scent. However, he was not sure whether he'd bring back a whole bird or a bird with broken wings given the fact that when he got his hands on the boy, he'd be likely to…squish him. Just a little.
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