[Goose]

G O O S E

HONK

Joy filled the air. It came in the form of boisterous babble underscored by traditional Japanese music, string lights and lanterns illuminating what the stars and moon above did not, and the aroma of street fare wafting from the many booths set up along the street that had been blocked off for the Star Festival. There were other stalls stationed in between those with sweet and savory offerings. Their vendors flagged down anyone that looked willing—or unwitting.

To Goose, they were all the latter as it loomed over the festivities from atop a nearby building. Its perch was drenched in shadow. Dark like its intention. The intention to feed. Whether that be on stolen goods from the food carts or directly from the festival attendees had yet to be decided. For now, it was content watching a gaggle of people hanging paper-thin wishes from bamboo decorations at the center of the event grounds next to a river where volunteers were busy building flammable ships for the grand finale of the evening. The grand finale they had planned anyway. Alas, Geese were the natural enemies of plans and man.

Notes & Tags: Bakiri Retsu | Summer Seasonal Event - Prompt 2

[Bakiri Retsu]

With the notoriety she'd gained, attending a festival in broad daylight was for all intents and purposes a horrible idea and not something that Retsu should be doing. Which was exactly why she was here. Why would she let herself be bound by what the masses would think of her actions? After all she'd accomplished, why would she let the beliefs of people that wouldn't dare meet her eye control her actions? No, Retsu was done playing by other people's rules. 

"And here's your complementary-"

"Ah didn't ask, fook off." 

Angrily biting into a skewer she pushed her sunglasses up so the light shining off the nearby lanterns didn't bother her light-sensitive left eye more than it had to. Sure, some would say it was a flimsy disguise but there was refuge in audacity and no one with half a brain was gonna call her out in the middle of a crowded festival. Not while she was wearing a backpack with who knows what in it. Dropping a few coins onto another stand she snatched a drink bottle and made her way over to one that was selling a variety of sweets. 

Surprisingly enough as boring as it was Retsu was enjoying herself. It was rare that she got a day where nothing went terribly wrong. And truly, what was the worst that could happen at a festival like this?

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Tags: Goose

[Goose]

G O O S E

HONK

There was no rhyme nor reason for why Goose was still one moment and stirred the next. No monotheistic deity or pantheon, real or otherwise imagined, could even hazard why such creatures behaved the way they did. What hope did mere mortals have?

Very little.

Goose rose. White wings stretched wide. An inhale broadened its downy chest before a sonorous trumpet shattered the peaceful proceedings below. A singular war cry distorted by five echoes.

“HONK. HONK. HONK. HONK. HONK. HONK.”

A downward thrust of its pinions launched the avian into the air. It glided above its targets. Proverbial sitting ducks in the world’s worst game of duck, duck, Goose. Who among them were the unluckiest this day as a carpet-bombing of the fowl’s bowels rained down upon the festival?

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[Bakiri Retsu]

What in all the hells was that noise? It seemed to be coming from above, if her ears weren't playing a joke on her. They hadn't been. Unfortunately reality was as she looked up just in time to get hit right in the face.

"Blegh!"

Like an extreme version of someone that'd just ran into a spider web she batted at her face and spat, desperate to remove whatever vile concoction she'd been assaulted with. Her eyes twitched as she looked up to find the culprit.

...She didn't know how to react to that. A goose? With five heads? That just happened to pop up on the one day nothing was going wrong and just decided her face was the right place to-

Her eyes twitched again. Oh, it was on.

"Get back here you fookin' thing!"

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Tags: Goose

[Goose]

G O O S E

HONK

Pandemonium.

Perhaps a milder subset of the reaction. There might have been worse things that came tumbling out of the box the word claimed origins within, but not much from the viewpoint of any unfortunate enough to be squarely in a landing zone. There were cries of disgust aplenty from that number, but only one issued a challenge of its own in turn.

Six heads turned in unison toward the affronted party in question. The beast’s body soon followed. Flight path changed from sweeping overhead to swooping down below in a charged rush of feather and fang. Their presence had been demanded, but it was not deference that led to the summoning’s success.

It was deadly defiance.

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[Bakiri Retsu]

The sudden U-turn came a bit sooner than Retsu had been expecting. They went down in a flurry of flapping feathers and ferocious fangs while four fists and feet flashed out with fury at the fowl fiend. All the while the badly-disguised terrorist swore enough to make a sailor blush.

"..so far that you'll taste the last meal of the fookin' cow mah bootleather's made of!"

Spitting out a few feathers as she tried to kick the beast off her she heard the crowd nearby clamor.

"Oh no, an unarmed civilian has drawn the monster's attention!" With a roll she tried to straighten up, her sunglasses falling off as she did. The sun's glare stung her left eye and focused fully on the mutated beast as she was her muscle memory acted by itself and slapped her signature eyepatch on. "Oh no, Bakuretsu the unarmed civilian has drawn the monster's attention!"

Well, with that the festivities had officially come to an end and there was no point in maintaining a low profile. With a roar she drew her knife from the sheath hidden on her back and leapt back into the fight.

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Tag: Goose

[Goose]

G O O S E

HONK

Every hit landed upon the feathered body was met with an outraged cry of, “HONK.” Some were muffed as the bills they spilled from were seeking to chomp and chew on anything that got close to them. The final kick sent the beast tumbling into a dango stall while realization settled in for the crowd.

Stacks of skewered spheres cascaded to the ground. As one menace drew a knife, the other drew weapons of convenience. Two of the outer heads, one on the left and one on the right, now wielded deadly daggers of their own. If one considered the oversized toothpicks that were the bamboo skewers holding stick treats together deadly. As they should when under the control of nature’s apex predator — Goose.

As its opponent returned to the fray, so too did Goose. With bills biting and skewers… skewing. The creature showed no reservation. No hesitation. The threat of pain from the knife and Villain meant nothing to its primal brain. Its onslaught unending unless ended for it.

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[Bakiri Retsu]

"Fookin' die!" Retsu shouted eloquently as she charged the multi-headed menace, as uncaring about its skewers as it was about her knife. They had dangos on them anyway. She'd had to improvise enough after being left for dead in one ditch or another to figure out that sugar was a great way to speed up how fast a wound stopped bleeding and prevent it from getting infected. Well, in a pinch anyway. Which this certainly seemed to be turning into the longer it went on.

"Ah'll turn ya inta a fookin' feather duster!"

The things she'd learned about knife fighting were far less relevant when her opponent had multiple stabby tools and there were half a dozen angles to keep in mind but Bakiri Retsu was never one to care about minor details like that. If something dragged her down to their level they'd simply be within reach and easier to put down. With her knife swinging wildly she aimed to slash, cut and stab alike while her other arm moved to bat away as many incoming attacks as possible. Yet in the chaos of the moment that only did so much. Before long a half-broken skewer was jammed just below her ribs, more punctation -and bite- marks riddled her form and her arm was redder than her vision as she angrily kept swearing while fighting.

"-fought seagulls that hit harder than you ya glorified parakeet! Ah'll pluck ya like a rotisserie chicken ya-" 

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Tags: Goose

[Goose]

G O O S E

HONK

Blade met body even as bills and bamboo bit into the opposition. Once. Twice. Thrice—and so on. Crimson colored once snowy plumage and worn down ground alike. While not all of the wound wept tears belonged to the beast, many were of its own flesh. One head hung limply down the front of its body. Half-severed, it flopped lifelessly, bounced by each movement otherwise dedicated to propelling the conflict onward.

Pause came only from Goose lifting off with several flaps of bloodied wings. “HONK. HONK. HONK,” three of the five remaining heads cried out. The other two busied themselves with ripping their ruined kin free from the hydra horde. No replacements grew from the stump in spite of the legends as it circled around its prey once more. The two heads briefly bickered over which could consume the remains in the scant seconds that passed. Once one had claimed victory over the other and gorged itself upon its decapitated brethren with a single swallow, the collective swooped back into the fray, a feathery missile aimed directly at the wild woman’s face.

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[Bakiri Retsu]

“Looks like ya ain't a flightless bird, ya fookin’ chicken!” Retsu shouted as the goose hydra ran away. She had to admit that she was quite surprised. Who would have thought that losing a head would make it smarter? Of course it then insisted on proving her wrong by replying to her insult in much the same way all her other opponents so far had when they thought the fight was over and they'd won.


Her eye gleamed. There was exactly one moment when anyone -or anything- who thought themselves the predator were at their most vulnerable. When they struck their final blow. A fact that had been ingrained in her through blood and broken bones. A maniacal grin crawled its way up her features. After all, despite being in this exact situation many times before she was still alive. Her opponents? Not so much.



In a move that almost looked like she was making a mocking mimicry of a goose's neck she extended her two arms in front of her, both hands curled tightly around the hilt of her combat knife. The tip of its blade was pointed straight at the monstrosity like a beak extended in challenge while she braced herself for impact.



One way or another, this clash would be decisive.


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Tags: Goose

[Goose]

G O O S E

HONK

No common sense existed behind those many heads. Nothing to cause momentum to halt. To direct its aerial path into a u-turn and away from the blade pointed directly at its incoming form. No. Goose took it like a gander. Straight to one of its five remaining faces. The knife embedded itself through bill and skull. The four remaining hydra cried out in a mix of pain and rage, “HONK. HONK. HONK. HONK.”

Goose flailed and bit at Retsu in their locked stance even still, but with far less vigor than before. Its mourning wrath was not the only siren to sound, however. Their conflict had not gone unreported. People scattered even as others were on the verge of arriving to detain and contain the chaos. Perhaps it was the granted wish for one of the fleeing civilians. How nice for them.

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[Bakiri Retsu]

Retsu twisted the knife, focusing far more on making the beast pay for ruining her day than on defending herself. Something she'd likely regret tomorrow as more and more welts, cuts and tears in her clothing appeared the longer their brawl went on.

"Smartest thing that's ever come outta y'r fookin' beak!" She shouted while pulling her combat knife back out, the sirens in the distance nicely accentuating her words. Clearly it was time to go. Retsu wouldn't give the thing the satisfaction of making her flee however. Instead she tucked her head and shoulder charged right at the many-headed monstrosity, aiming to rush all the way to the alley on the other side of it. 

Catching (one pair of) its eyes as she went she thought about what to say. About how to insult it best. The fact that she was arguing with a bird didn't even occur to her. Her grin turned even more manic. After all, there was no need to be creative now was there? Nothing she could say could possibly be worse than what the thing already was.

"Go roite back ta hell you goose!"

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Tags: Goose

[Goose]

G O O S E

HONK

The second slain head went limp with a squelch in the wake of the knife’s removal. Two of the four that remained immediately began bickering over which would indulge itself whilst the other pair cried out again. “HONK. HONK.” There was a distress to the sound, but its source was not the woman barreling down at it, but irritation from the sirens growing closer and inundating its senses.

Retsu made full contact with the distracted beast. Goose was sent tail feathers over teakettle into an abandoned stall. One that promptly collapsed and pinned Goose beneath the broken boards as Retsu dashed on, quite literally adding insult to injury. A chorus of angry honks followed after her. One didn’t need to speak Honkanese to know that it was a vow of vengeance and a declaration making them sworn enemies henceforth.

Or at least as soon as Goose got free.

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✓ This was such a fun read, great job you two!! Tokens have been converted to exp for Goose as requested! [break][break]

+ 75 TOKENS!

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Goose - 0 // 75 = 7.500 exp[break]
Retsu - 0 // 75

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Tag: Bakiri Retsu, Goose

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