3rd moon [written/action]

[vibrafinal]

[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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[voice]

[cladinthedark.livejournal.com]

[Golbez calmly waits for his brother's amusement to subside. No obvious grumpiness or offended tone from this big brother, because frankly, he kind of finds it funny too.]

This is going to be a very strange week.

[voice]

[lunarvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

[It's the contrast between usual Golbez and cute little Hummingway, mostly. Also, that one piece of fanart.]

It'll have its high points, too. In fact, in that form, you might even be able to enjoy it along with me.

[voice]

[cladinthedark.livejournal.com]

[Cecil has... disturbingly less contrast. Seriously little bro why is it so easy to make you a woman? I am unaware of this fanart you speak of.]

What makes you say that?

[voice]

[lunarvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

[Oh, you'll see more contrast soon enough. Reaaaaally.]

You're now small enough to climb on my back.

[voice]

[cladinthedark.livejournal.com]

[That's an... interesting promise. Yeeeep.]

... Yes, that I am. Am I to assume that there is a reason I would want to do so?

[voice]

[lunarvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

[As his answer, Cecil merely smiles. Except it's not really Cecil anymore, and no one can really tell when a bird is smiling.

He beats his wings happily. Feel like flying?]

[voice]

[cladinthedark.livejournal.com]

[He raises an eyebrow. Okay, you've got him there bro.]

Fascinating. It seems there's quite the silver lining to your first experiment.

[voice]

[lunarvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

[The swan cheerfully calls out before leaving Cecil in its place.]

There certainly is. I cannot talk under that form, but being able to fly is more than worth the inconvenience.

[voice]

[cladinthedark.livejournal.com]

Perhaps that explains the bird motif.

It is odd that you cannot speak though. Not that it hasn't happened before, but given that we can understand other animals speaking... it just seems somehow arbitrary.

[voice]

[lunarvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

Whether or not we can be understood in those forms is rather arbitrary, from what I can tell. That little greenish bug could not speak, but the bed could.

[voice]

[cladinthedark.livejournal.com]

... Someone has been transformed into a bed. [It would be a question, but it's stated too flatly, kind of like he just said "what".]

I suppose it's not that much stranger than a mimic...

[voice]

[lunarvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

A sleeping bed, even. Poking it with a spear was not enough to wake it up. Perhaps there exist living chairs and living tables, too?

[voice]

[cladinthedark.livejournal.com]

That sounds like a very unpleasant existence. I wonder if the bed can at least move.

[voice]

[lunarvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

It could shift and shake a little, at the very least. It might have greater mobility when it's fully awake.