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Log; Ongoing
When; Immediately after Wings log (January 3rd)
Rating; ?
Characters; Albedo (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
theinfinite_667), Rubedo (red_dragon_666), Yggdrasill (heartxofxcruxis)
Summary; Rubedo has an interesting reaction to Albedo's new look...
Log;
Albedo flapped the wide pinions, lifting himself off the ground momentarily, remaining at a hover until the still-strengthening wings burned and he let himself drop to the ground. Brilliant. So, the pseudo-angel had done what he had agreed to do. The wings worked; presumably, he would be able to fly as well as he had when the curse had allowed it.
He departed from the steps of the old laboratory, leaving its deceptively ruined exterior behind in the distance. The wind rushed through his hair and, now, new feathers; it was strange, the sensation of having two extra appendages and being able to feel them just like any other part of him. The air nudged feathers back and forth, and he noticed when the larger pinion feathers shifted, or when the downy fluff around the bones puffed up in the breeze. So, so strange...
In a good way, though. Surely he looked like the freak now, and that amused him; here was a man in a flight suit, carrying a cape in one gloved hand, fluttering his wings like he had never seen them before. His suit was peeled down to his waist, unable to cover the wings, and his back was nearly covered in scarlet from the blood that Yggdrasill's experimenting had drawn. It had pooled on the table, covering most of his body suit, spotting his gloves, and crusting over the skin on his torso and arms. He looked like he had just been through a serious fight, probably, but he didn't care. What was the worst that could happen? Someone would give him a strange look?
He licked his thumb and rubbed a spot off his chin. Maybe he should fly into Rubedo's window and scare the boy. That would be amusing...
Thinking of the possibilities, he continued his leisurely pace down the old street that would eventually lead him to Building 6.
Rating; ?
Characters; Albedo (
theinfinite_667), Rubedo (red_dragon_666), Yggdrasill (heartxofxcruxis)Summary; Rubedo has an interesting reaction to Albedo's new look...
Log;
Albedo flapped the wide pinions, lifting himself off the ground momentarily, remaining at a hover until the still-strengthening wings burned and he let himself drop to the ground. Brilliant. So, the pseudo-angel had done what he had agreed to do. The wings worked; presumably, he would be able to fly as well as he had when the curse had allowed it.
He departed from the steps of the old laboratory, leaving its deceptively ruined exterior behind in the distance. The wind rushed through his hair and, now, new feathers; it was strange, the sensation of having two extra appendages and being able to feel them just like any other part of him. The air nudged feathers back and forth, and he noticed when the larger pinion feathers shifted, or when the downy fluff around the bones puffed up in the breeze. So, so strange...
In a good way, though. Surely he looked like the freak now, and that amused him; here was a man in a flight suit, carrying a cape in one gloved hand, fluttering his wings like he had never seen them before. His suit was peeled down to his waist, unable to cover the wings, and his back was nearly covered in scarlet from the blood that Yggdrasill's experimenting had drawn. It had pooled on the table, covering most of his body suit, spotting his gloves, and crusting over the skin on his torso and arms. He looked like he had just been through a serious fight, probably, but he didn't care. What was the worst that could happen? Someone would give him a strange look?
He licked his thumb and rubbed a spot off his chin. Maybe he should fly into Rubedo's window and scare the boy. That would be amusing...
Thinking of the possibilities, he continued his leisurely pace down the old street that would eventually lead him to Building 6.
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"He's something of a scientist, it seems." The white-haired man laughed once, staring down his nose at his brother. He turned his back to the boy; despite the amount of blood dried over his skin, there were no visible wounds. "Rubedo, you're afraid I'll die from a few scratches? See, no harm done." There was a little bit of emphasis on the name; on occasion, Rubedo's hatred for his own name bothered the man, and he insisted upon reminding him that Jr. was, in fact, just a flimsy little alias.
And I wish Yggdrasill would turn back into his usual form so that he'll stop looking like a cute little kid. It's disgusting how innocent he seems.