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3rd moon [written/action]

[The message in the journal is short, sweet, and to the point.]

I have breasts, and I have birds. May I please receive an explanation for this?

[Whether or not he receives one, Cecil will soon leave the house to visit the weapon shop. Then, spear in hand, ravens at his side, he'll patrol the village looking for either people he knows or terribly bloody battles. He's not very picky about it.]

[[ooc: Cecil is now a valkyrie! ...A relatively modern valkyrie, in fact. considering some of his powers. Comments will come from lunarvalkyrie .]]

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You have...what.

Breast and birds. Ravens, I believe. They seem to listen to me, but they always return when I ask them to leave.

Okay, I've heard from Selphie but what on earth are you supposed to be? I don't get this experiment at all.

A woman with ravens and a fondness for spears, as far as I can tell.

...spears? So, you're like a dragoon?

That's a possibility? Perhaps I should try to jump? Or to see if I have any powers?

I want to see this. Where are you?

My room. Be mindful of the birds, they can be unsettling.

It'll take a lot more than some birds to unsettle me, at this point. Don't worry.

If you say so. I'll be waiting.

[Rydia gets dressed and a moment later, there's a knock on Cecil's door. She doesn't wait for an answer, instead opening it and poking her head in.]

...Cecil?

Near the window.

[Which can easily be explained by all the ravens surrounding him. They watch Rydia carefully.]

[...okay, maybe that's a little creepy. She slips inside.]

How long has this been going on?

Since this morning. I can only convince them to leave for a few minutes. Everyone, go hunt!

[They do so reluctantly. But they'll not go far, and they'll return soon enough.]

[Rydia just shakes her head.]

This is going to be an interesting week....

...This will last a full week.

[Can twitches even be heard? Because Cecil's is trying very hard to be.]

If not a full week, then close to it.

[Sympathetic look.]

I'm sorry, Cecil. Though, look at it this way; at least you're still around the same size and shape as you were before. I doubt many people will get that luxury.

I could get used to the body well enough, but the birds... Also, I've had some strange impulses the whole morning.

...what strange impulses?

A part of me wishes to battle. To find souls worthy of something. To fly.

[Which is pretty much the only positive feeling he's had today.]

...well, maybe we should take you to the battle dome. If those impulses aren't going away, at least we can direct them at simulations and not anything real.

...I doubt the battle dome would be bloody enough.

[Which is an alarming thing to admit.]

It's still worth a try, if you think those impulses will overwelm you.

Perhaps I should concentrate on my desire to fly instead. This body might be able to do so, and it would distract me from the rest of it.

...alright, but let's start from the ground level, please?

[No, she doesn't want to see you leap out the window and crash, if you're wrong.]

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