Appointment Post 2.0 since the other is pretty full

[fierybluebird]

[Voice]
Hey, couldn't get to the comm right away, probably out kicking things. Since that doesn't last long, leave me a message and I'll get back to you as fast as I can, eh?

[Written]
Have a haiku.

There was a bluebird
Who was too busy for you
Leave me a message

[ooc: This post is a catch-all for threads that have to happen between posts. Start off with the Date & whether it's written/video/action in the comment bar and just start threadining.]

Comments

[fierybluebird]

Because it doesn't mean anything. I didn't choose to be born, eh? Or who my genetics would be.

[windandrain]

[She chuckles slightly]

You didn't choose to be born, no. But that makes you no less human, in the eyes of one who was made by the conscious decision of another.

[fierybluebird]

Conscious decision, eh?

[He shakes his head and looks away.] Did they?

The only parent I've ever known was my old man Saori. Being human or phoenix; each is just another way to look after my brothers. Not something to take pride in.

[windandrain]

I was made, yes.

Oh, I was born human, the same as you. But the choice to make me a god was not my own.

And I thought you were proud of protecting brothers?

[fierybluebird]

I am. But if I was a giant I'd still protect my brothers. Or a fishman, or a phoenix.

So isn't there more to be proud of in being made a god?

[windandrain]

Marco, do you remember when the village lost their memories? The savage side of me that became freed?

There are things to be proud of, but not everything is as simple as that. Being a god brings with it responsibilities and urges.

[fierybluebird]

Aye. But so does being human or phoenix. Sometimes it's more annoying than not, eh.

[He grins impishly.] Especially when one is a pirate and rarely bothers limiting urges, whatever the reason.

[windandrain]

Even if those urges involve hurting nakama?

[She frowns, seriously]

[fierybluebird]

[He nods slowly, though he looks distant.]

So long as you can do your best to control them, eh?

[Looks back at her.] Ace and I fight all the time. We've hurt each other before, usually just accidentally, in the heat of the moment, getting out of control. That's another reason I'm not proud of being human.

[windandrain]

I'm afraid it's different than that. For me

[Saori smiles grimly]

Controlling those urges when the bestial side of my nature takes over is nigh impossible. And fatal. When we met that day, my blood cried for yours, and where I not wholly myself, I'd have torn out your throat. There are reasons I try and maintain my humanity. My other side is...less forgiving than a phoenix.

[fierybluebird]

Understood.

There's a... price for zoans. A lot of them can actually lose their human side, eh? They become "awakened," stronger, faster, bigger, but they lose their minds. I guess it's like that, eh?

So I guess in your case, it'd make sense to still have pride in being a bit humans. Besides, that's how you associate with a lot of your friends, right?

[windandrain]

Similar, but I imagine that your...devil's fruits are a less heavy burden. My mind is still conscious when I am a spiritual entity, so I know what I'm doing, I just can't stop myself.

[She shakes her head]

I associate with my friends by being myself. Not by being human. I think they understand that, and many of them know that side of me exists, but it doesn't come out often. And they...rightly fear it.

[fierybluebird]

Understood.

[Tilts his head a little coyly.] Should I fear it too then?

[windandrain]

Only a fool wouldn't be. It's a terrible, and beautiful thing. And when I am truly gone, my body's shell returns to dust. My true shape takes form.

[fierybluebird]

As a storm?

[windandrain]

No.

[The body before him shimmers shimmers and changes into something entirely different. Her fingers elongate into near claws, streams of silver pour down her cheeks, and she grows several feet, a physical avatar of a thunderstorm. Dressed as she is in clouds, her posture regal and commanding, the spirit form of a god is meant to be an awe inspiring thing.]

This is what I truly am.

[fierybluebird]

Ah?

[He's impressed, but watching a storm goddess take on an avatar form like that, actually excites Marco. Like just before a huge battle. All his blood starts pumping in a fight or flight response, and...]

Damn. You are beautiful like this, eh? But I can see how it could be a bit terrifying.

Why destroy though?

[windandrain]

Are storms peaceful things?

[She doesn't change back yet and her eyes, wet with tears, regard him coolly. Saori knows what he's feeling, his heartbeat practically thundering in her ears, and it's a truly predictable reaction.]

[fierybluebird]

[He switches into phoenix and flies up to her eyes to try to wipe away the tears with a gently soothing blue fiery wing, heedless to the danger or how it might hurt.]

No, but even a storm can feel rage and sorrow for a reason, perhaps.

[windandrain]

[The god-thing doesn't even flinch, but the tears do not stop, They aren't tears of sorrow or joy, more streams of molten silver to represent the rain itself. They simply flow through his wing, and continue on.]

Yes, they can. Storms are always weeping for something. And crying as well. Whether it's rage or sorrow, I know not.

[fierybluebird]

Maybe both, and joy to boot, eh? Tears can be a sign of a lot of different emotions, that doesn't make them bad.