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[skaterbrain]

[Tired of all the new feathers yet? Sorry, but here's another one - and he's loud. Very loud. So loud in fact that standing in the middle of the plaza, just about anyone in the vicinity can probably hear him. Why is he loud? Because he woke up in the fountain, soaked, with yellow wings and white cotton pants. He doesn't really realize that last part yet, however.

Once he's floundered his way out of the fountain, he finds a book with his name on it. His full name. Beat throws the journal at the fountain, bouncing it off the stone basin and turning it on.]

--OLD YOU THAT NAME?!

Stupid book. Hate books.

YO, PHONES!! PHOOOOOOOOONES!!! WHERE YOU AT?!

WHEN'D SHIBUYA GET A BIG-ASS PARK?

PHOOOOONES!!!!



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[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

....They sold my hat? Dammit! And I ain't seen any Noise to get coin from!

[AUUUUUUGH. LIFE IS HAAAARD. He turns and punches the fountain.]

UGH! NOTHIN' WORKS!

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[chainedraven]

They didn't sell it. There's no money here. You just have to go find it.

[...what is wrong with this guy. Gilbert will just watch and be glad that he doesn't ever act irrational or shout. No. Never.]

And hitting things won't help.

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[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

Naw, man, hittin' things always helps. I feel a lot betta'.

[In fact, he does! He turns and grins.]

So why's there no money here? Even the UG's got cash.

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[chainedraven]

[All... right, then. This would be Gilbert's dubious face.]

It's just part of how Luceti is, I suppose. That and the wings.

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[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

....What wings?

[chainedraven]

...look at your back.

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[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

My back....?

[And so he checks.]

2/4

[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

[Give him a minute, he's going to turn in a circle trying to get a better look.]

3/4

[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

What the--!!!

[WHAT ARE THOSE. THERE'S A BIRD ON HIS BACK. A BIRD. HOLY SHIT. WHERE DID THAT BIRD COME FROM?!?!?!

He tries to throw the bird off.]

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[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

IT WON'T COME OFF!!! GODDAMN BIRD! GET OFFA ME!!!

[chainedraven]

That isn't a bird. Those are your wings.

...and don't try to pull on them, it'll just hurt you.

[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

[Why, Gilbo, what did you just say? Because that's exactly what Beat is doing.]

YEOWWWCH! WHAT THE HELL?!

[He lets go and goes to grab Gilbert by the collar.]

GET THEM OFFA ME!

[chainedraven]

[How did he know that was the next step.

Gilbert just scowls in annoyance, reaching up to push Beat's hands away from his collar.]

I can't. Nobody can. It's part of being here, and if you remove them you'll die.

[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

[Because it's a natural progression of events, like...sunrise and sunset. Or dumb people doing dumb things.

With his hands pushed away, Beat stops, then starts laughing.]

Jokes on you, Frills. We already dead in the UG.

[Laughter over. Time to go back to trying to get the yellow bird off his back.]

Now get 'em off!!

[chainedraven]

...I don't know what the UG is, but I'm quite certain that I'm not dead.

But if you'd like to change that, feel free to pull those wings from your back.

[He'll just brush his clothing back into place and turn away, deciding that he clearly isn't getting anywhere with this New Feather.]

[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

Yo, UG's the Underground, Frills. Where the-- Oh, you ain't dead?

[He squints at the guy's wings. Feathery. Not like the Reapers. Alright, Beat can get behind this.]

So you from the RG then. Tha's cool.

--!

Wait! How you seein' me if you ain't dead?!

[chainedraven]

[Gilbert stops, then looks back with a frown.]

I've never heard of either of those. But you look quite alive to me.

[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

RG's tha' Realground, yo. Like, where all tha' livin' people are. [He lets out a heavy sigh.] Man, why's I gotta explaininate this? Rhyme's betta' at--

[HAND OVER MOUTH.]

Well, I ain't. Not really. Sorta am. .... [He scratches his head.]

Yeah. Le's go with 'ain't.'

[chainedraven]

And if you're dead, then how are you standing there? Breathing? And talking?

[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

I dunno, man. How's a guy die and end up in the Reaper Game in the UG? Rhyme knew, but I don't gotta clue.

[chainedraven]

I don't know what happened where you're from, but things are likely different here in Luceti. Everything is different here.

[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

Like what? The wings? Naw, we got those as Reapers. Just not...so fugly lookin'.

[chainedraven]

What exactly is a... "Reaper"?

[skater-brain.livejournal.com]

Heh, ain't surprised you don't know. I didn't 'til I ended up in the UG. They these guys who make it their job to go 'round screwin' wit' the Players. Gotta get points n' stuff. I dunno. Kinda lame.

[chainedraven]

I doubt they're here, then.