Post by Flakskader on Jan 22, 2016 14:33:18 GMT
Why? Why an arcade of all places? She could have stopped by the local coffee shop or maybe hit up Trollbucks. No? She was really just going to go directly towards an Arcade. It took her AGES to get to this planet and flying usually felt, well, relaxing. Of COURSE she could have just messed around with those 'Gates' and eventually found her way over here, but honestly...? When you have wings and terrifying godlike powers...? Who the hell WOULDN'T want to get some mileage out of those babies? I mean it came with FOUR pairs of wings, three of which were made of fucking nothingness. Of course she had those OFF when she landed. She didn't want attention. Not at all.
Saskah was, if anything, the world's most subtle Aves. Which world? Well, uh , that's besides the point. The point was, Memetic Censoring was on at full power and she wasn't turning that baby off until she was actually there. Which may or may not have been a bit of a surprise to anyone standing just inside the arcade to, well, have a very tall bird woman suddenly appear out of nowhere. Or not! Glitches were funny things, after all. Unpredictable. So, why an arcade? Well, reliving old memories came to mind. Or rather, destroying old memories and replacing them with new ones. And at the same time, she was going to remove some poor bitch's highscore and leave her own rather decorative mark on every single cabinet these idiots had.
After all, nothing like a thirty-something year old bird attempting to be the best like no one ever was.
Then it struck her. First thing her eyes picked up was...that...kid pickpocketing someone? He certainly seemed to be acting weird. Okay. She wasn't going to stop him. It was way too interesting. After all it was getting rid of someone's useless objects - relatively speaking - and she couldn't help herself.
A chocolate bar...?
Then a watch?
Oh, this might get interesting. Seems someone was walking up to him...and what the hell were they? Now that was something she didn't recognise. She loved things she didn't recognize. All shrouded in mystery. It was like a Cheepin King novel. Only not. And what was just making this better? He seemed like he was about to attack for a moment. Except he didn't. No. They were making friends. Well, that went by quick as can be. And then the authorities came in.
Memetic Censoring.
She disappeared. Right out of virtual sight, however she wasn't going to let two very interesting people get by without her following. Like a magpie, she'd just found the shiniest thing on the block.
That selfie. The ironic thing is, well, as she slowly attempted to slide up close to them, there was a chance that Marc's selfie would indeed capture the image of...a glowing-eyed spooky as crap birb right next to them.
Guards again. Problems. They were getting in the way of her 'thing'. Fuck them. She deactivated her ability, sliding up right behind them. She waited until they got closer to the ball pit, beak sliding open as she would release a gentle cry. Okay, as gentle as a corvid's cry can be, come on, she wasn't exactly Jaybird Swift, was she? A whisper into their ears, loud enough for their minds to hear.
Whispered just enough to try and erase their memories of the last few minutes, hopefully right before they came after the little punk, his bird and...the hentai monster.
Saskah was, if anything, the world's most subtle Aves. Which world? Well, uh , that's besides the point. The point was, Memetic Censoring was on at full power and she wasn't turning that baby off until she was actually there. Which may or may not have been a bit of a surprise to anyone standing just inside the arcade to, well, have a very tall bird woman suddenly appear out of nowhere. Or not! Glitches were funny things, after all. Unpredictable. So, why an arcade? Well, reliving old memories came to mind. Or rather, destroying old memories and replacing them with new ones. And at the same time, she was going to remove some poor bitch's highscore and leave her own rather decorative mark on every single cabinet these idiots had.
After all, nothing like a thirty-something year old bird attempting to be the best like no one ever was.
Then it struck her. First thing her eyes picked up was...that...kid pickpocketing someone? He certainly seemed to be acting weird. Okay. She wasn't going to stop him. It was way too interesting. After all it was getting rid of someone's useless objects - relatively speaking - and she couldn't help herself.
A chocolate bar...?
Then a watch?
Oh, this might get interesting. Seems someone was walking up to him...and what the hell were they? Now that was something she didn't recognise. She loved things she didn't recognize. All shrouded in mystery. It was like a Cheepin King novel. Only not. And what was just making this better? He seemed like he was about to attack for a moment. Except he didn't. No. They were making friends. Well, that went by quick as can be. And then the authorities came in.
Memetic Censoring.
She disappeared. Right out of virtual sight, however she wasn't going to let two very interesting people get by without her following. Like a magpie, she'd just found the shiniest thing on the block.
That selfie. The ironic thing is, well, as she slowly attempted to slide up close to them, there was a chance that Marc's selfie would indeed capture the image of...a glowing-eyed spooky as crap birb right next to them.
Guards again. Problems. They were getting in the way of her 'thing'. Fuck them. She deactivated her ability, sliding up right behind them. She waited until they got closer to the ball pit, beak sliding open as she would release a gentle cry. Okay, as gentle as a corvid's cry can be, come on, she wasn't exactly Jaybird Swift, was she? A whisper into their ears, loud enough for their minds to hear.
Whispered just enough to try and erase their memories of the last few minutes, hopefully right before they came after the little punk, his bird and...the hentai monster.