Second feather [Video-phone / Monday afternoon]

[charcoalfeather]

[Out and about in the city, Rakka was walking down the streets, wrapped in winter clothes and trying to avoid any contact with anyone. The introduction to the numbers club had made her even more apprehensive of others than before, if that was even possible. All of the information that traveled through her mind sent shivers down her spine. She was in a battle now, whether she wanted to be or not. Stopping in front of a store, she stared at the window for a moment, trying to figure out what she was supposed to do.]

[The network opens and the screen focuses on a store window, a small nativity scene set up in the window. A tiny manger, with a tiny baby, surrounded by tiny shepards, and a tiny flock of angels. The screen then moves, obscured by a finger, until it finally settles on Rakka's face. She doesn't seem to be sleeping well, which is likely a common side-effect of discovering that you're a reincarnate of someone else.]

Okay, so Christmas is coming soon. I'm still pretty new to this whole... numbers thing and all, so I have to know.

What's it like during the winter here? Is there going to be some kind of Christmas invasion I'll have to look out for now? Some information a few days in advance would be nice.

Comments

[espigeonage]

Maybe I will, maybe I won't. I'd like to put it off for as long as I can.

[Now, cautiously, he sips his hot chocolate, and continues to talk without using his mouth - Julien's speech organs are in his chest. It's a bird thing.]

As for you, is that because the crow-hating girl's were small?

[charcoalfeather]

[Aaaand that makes her choke on her hot chocolate. She quickly recovers.]

I, uh, yeah. I mean... my first... thing, the first one I had in the city, I was falling through the clouds.

[espigeonage]

[It's fun sometimes, making people take notice and not instantly explaining. Julien smiles around his cup.

It fades.]

...ah. That sounds pretty unpleasant.

[charcoalfeather]

It... wasn't actually. It was actually really... nice.

Calming, I guess.

[She sips her chocolate in thought.]

[espigeonage]

Really? Huh. S' obviously got to be more complicated than it seems.

I remember flying, and it bothers me how I can't, sometimes. It's the most incredible feeling. [He blinks normal eyelids over his closed inner ones.] But I don't see if I could really hide wings like his.

[charcoalfeather]

I don't know either. If I got wings, maybe I could hide him under my shirt or something?

[It could be uncomfortable, but eh.]

Don't know what I would do if I got a halo.

[espigeonage]

You could start wearing bulky shirts and coats and so on. If it happens then it won't be strange that you've started wearing them, and it's easier to hide something under clothes like those.

As for haloes, all I can think of is large hats. Maybe you could take it off, or strap it closer to your skull?

[charcoalfeather]

Maybe, those sound like pretty good ideas.

[The main problem would be hiding it from the servants of course, as previously stated.]

I wonder, if you'll get wings, will they be bigger than mine?

[espigeonage]

Maybe. How big were anti-crow-girl's? [He holds his hands a little apart and widens the gap between them, raising his eyebrows.]

[charcoalfeather]

I'm not sure. Kind of small?

[She taps the table, trying to remember.] I can't really get a good look at them.

[espigeonage]

Mmm. Well, I don't actually know how big the wings on the other me's people are. But they feel enormous.

Maybe we'll both end up finding out.