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[Ian has had a really weird month. Krizalid tried to kill him, some emo blond kid tried to kill him, Sanji almost ki—okay, the last one was just illness, but still. Seriously, this place is no different from home. He's gotten used to ruining his clothes and having to buy new ones; the only difference here is they are ~free~.
... God, that's so cool.
At this point, he's gotten used to living out in Luceti's forest. Thanks to being prone to death and cold, it's really not that difficult—he's just gotta be careful that he doesn't completely freeze into a hunk of treeman ice, really (dude, it's happened quite a few times in his life, turning into an iceblock until the spring).
At any rate, he's just making his usual wanderer rounds in the forest before stopping to speak to his journal... which lovingly broadcasts something amazing—that is, the sound of him 'umphing' as something lands on his head. A very familiar birdy ass, nestling in his hair...!]
BIRDY!
Birdy is that really you?! Holy mackerel, you're here—!
Ian'll be wandering around the forest like he usually does, albeit with his favorite partridge on his head; the damn thing's too lazy to actually follow him places. Granted Birdy eventually flies off to chill for himself like usual, but for now? A beautiful meeting. Deserved a score by Celine Dion, quite frankly.
... of course, if you're walking through the forest at a particular time, you may hear someone blabbering for help. What'd he get himself into? D'aw, well, the usual. You know what smart people know about trees in the winter? That snow sometimes builds on them and causes the branches to become unstable!
Ian is not one of those smart people. So before he even looked up to investigate that hardy 'CRACK' noise? There was a giant branch falling right on top of him. Soooo... he's squirming under said branch and hollering—]
Is somebody out there?! I sure could use some help! I think I'm crushing all of my internal organs, y'know! Anyone?! Any mushers out there?! M-maybe a big strong lumberjack with a good arm?
[... Meh, he'll get out of there eventually.
Eventually.]
... God, that's so cool.
At this point, he's gotten used to living out in Luceti's forest. Thanks to being prone to death and cold, it's really not that difficult—he's just gotta be careful that he doesn't completely freeze into a hunk of treeman ice, really (dude, it's happened quite a few times in his life, turning into an iceblock until the spring).
At any rate, he's just making his usual wanderer rounds in the forest before stopping to speak to his journal... which lovingly broadcasts something amazing—that is, the sound of him 'umphing' as something lands on his head. A very familiar birdy ass, nestling in his hair...!]
BIRDY!
Birdy is that really you?! Holy mackerel, you're here—!
Chrrr
[MY TSUNDERE BIRD, I HAVE LONGED TO FEEL YOUR WARM LAZY BUTT ON MY SCALP! OH JOYOUS DAY!Ian'll be wandering around the forest like he usually does, albeit with his favorite partridge on his head; the damn thing's too lazy to actually follow him places. Granted Birdy eventually flies off to chill for himself like usual, but for now? A beautiful meeting. Deserved a score by Celine Dion, quite frankly.
... of course, if you're walking through the forest at a particular time, you may hear someone blabbering for help. What'd he get himself into? D'aw, well, the usual. You know what smart people know about trees in the winter? That snow sometimes builds on them and causes the branches to become unstable!
Ian is not one of those smart people. So before he even looked up to investigate that hardy 'CRACK' noise? There was a giant branch falling right on top of him. Soooo... he's squirming under said branch and hollering—]
Is somebody out there?! I sure could use some help! I think I'm crushing all of my internal organs, y'know! Anyone?! Any mushers out there?! M-maybe a big strong lumberjack with a good arm?
[... Meh, he'll get out of there eventually.
Eventually.]
