Sept 16, 2023 20:51:26 GMT
Post by PALLAS! on Sept 16, 2023 20:51:26 GMT
A HEART, EMBARK, A BEAUTIFUL STAR
SO FAR IT FEELS AMAZING!
SO FAR IT FEELS AMAZING!
Well. He's been in worse situations. Not much worse, mind you; the fact that he's still not considered worthy of his family hero name is the worst - capital W - possible situation, and he's living that every day, but this? This is barely up there. On a scale of one to ten, with ten being everything in his life falling apart and one being barely an inconvenience, this is about a 4.
Not many people would say that having a bird nesting in their horns would be a 4. For most, that's maybe a five. Possibly a six if they're scared of birds.
Not Pallas, though. He's so calm. He's totally calm. He's taking deep breaths while he walks, trying to keep himself as level as possible. He might not like the bird in his hair, but he can't just fry it. For one, that'd be horrible. For two, he'd feel real rude about it. He also can't just lift it out, though. He's tried, and has the bandages on his hands to prove it. The damn thing won't leave and, since he can't run without getting excited more often than not, he has to walk from building to building, looking for a bit of help.
He's not looking for a professor, or a hero, or really anyone in particular. Just someone who looks like they would be able to scare a sparrow with a threatening look. Which, hey! Maybe that does count as some kind of hero. Or, well, it would if the bird didn't have a will of steel. A few passerby had already tried, and the damn thing hadn't moved an inch; it had just pecked at them and put another collected twig between Pallas's horns.
He's gone from the hero building to the support building, and now finds himself right around where the general classes are held. He must look odd, a massive person walking down the hallway with a bird in his horns, but in a world full of weirdos, he can't be the weirdest. He's maybe a little out of the ordinary.
It's as he's walking that he spots someone. Much shorter than him, but definitely with a certain energy about herself. Or, well, he thinks so, anyways. He might just be getting desperate. He's probably just getting desperate!
"'Scuse me!" He calls, careful to mind his voice. He doesn't want to send her flying, just get her attention. He points at the sparrow nesting between his horns a moment later, its nest now precariously built between the two amber pillars. "Could you give me a hand with this? It won't leave."
Not many people would say that having a bird nesting in their horns would be a 4. For most, that's maybe a five. Possibly a six if they're scared of birds.
Not Pallas, though. He's so calm. He's totally calm. He's taking deep breaths while he walks, trying to keep himself as level as possible. He might not like the bird in his hair, but he can't just fry it. For one, that'd be horrible. For two, he'd feel real rude about it. He also can't just lift it out, though. He's tried, and has the bandages on his hands to prove it. The damn thing won't leave and, since he can't run without getting excited more often than not, he has to walk from building to building, looking for a bit of help.
He's not looking for a professor, or a hero, or really anyone in particular. Just someone who looks like they would be able to scare a sparrow with a threatening look. Which, hey! Maybe that does count as some kind of hero. Or, well, it would if the bird didn't have a will of steel. A few passerby had already tried, and the damn thing hadn't moved an inch; it had just pecked at them and put another collected twig between Pallas's horns.
He's gone from the hero building to the support building, and now finds himself right around where the general classes are held. He must look odd, a massive person walking down the hallway with a bird in his horns, but in a world full of weirdos, he can't be the weirdest. He's maybe a little out of the ordinary.
It's as he's walking that he spots someone. Much shorter than him, but definitely with a certain energy about herself. Or, well, he thinks so, anyways. He might just be getting desperate. He's probably just getting desperate!
"'Scuse me!" He calls, careful to mind his voice. He doesn't want to send her flying, just get her attention. He points at the sparrow nesting between his horns a moment later, its nest now precariously built between the two amber pillars. "Could you give me a hand with this? It won't leave."
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