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[takethat]

[Maybe someday Phoenix will be used to living life as a non-human; the way things have been going lately, it seems that's the direction the castle is pushing him in. After all, it's going on a week since he woke up and found himself turned into a bird.

Well, not just a bird--a large, deep blue phoenix, because the castle has a very stupid sense of humor which he does not appreciate at all.

He's fully aware that he's stuck in this ridiculous form, but since he can't talk or communicate with anyone and he really doesn't want anyone to find out about this nonsense, he's been keeping to himself as much as possible. Unfortunately this means he's now officially run out of the junk food he's been eating in his room, and the castle--of course--isn't granting his wishes for more.

With no other solution presenting itself, he's forced to soar through the halls of the castle--and that's just what he's doing this evening... flying and searching and hoping to find food somewhere.]


((Phoenix is on a phoenix loss. Feel free to bother the huge fiery blue bird. ;D))

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[takethat]

[He bobs his head up and down at that. Okay, getting somewhere...]

[compromisedarrow]

[Barton tries to figure out what the bird was trying to say. Pointing to himself... And then to the bird...]

You used to be human?

[takethat]

[(Wow, this guy is good.)

He "nods" quickly again. At least he's getting somewhere!]

[compromisedarrow]

[Master interrogator. He can pick up on body language easily, man.

Barton rocks back on his haunches, looking the bird over.]

Huh. I was right. This is new.

[takethat]

[Unfortunately Phoenix has yet to figure out "I used to be a lawyer but now just look at me!" so he instead just kind of hangs his head in defeat. It's new for him, too. Stupid castle.]

[compromisedarrow]

So, uh...

[God, this feels weird.]

Anything I can do to help, or...?

[takethat]

[It's just the castle and he knows it. He shakes his head and kicks the wall with a talon for good measure.]

[compromisedarrow]

... You make a good bird.

[He sighs.]

Well, if you need some company... I got nothing to do.

[takethat]

[He'd shrug if he could. He tries to mimic something along the lines of a shrug with his wings, but it doesn't go very well, so he just starts trotting on foot toward the kitchen once again. He won't mind if he's followed, but he's starving and has to do something about it.]

[compromisedarrow]

[Okay, following the walking phoenix now.]

[takethat]

[It takes him a while to make it to the kitchen--mostly tumbling down the stairs along the way--but he finally arrives, surprised to see that this man he's never met before today is still willing to follow him.

Once there, he pecks at the refrigerator. Darn this lack of hands.]

[compromisedarrow]

Hungry?

[He leans against the counter, watching the phoenix.]

[takethat]

[(You have no idea.)

He pecks harder.

(Do something! Feed me! I can't do anything about it myself!]

[compromisedarrow]

[Barton chuckles, walking forward and opening the door for the phoenix.]

[takethat]

[(Well that's better.)

[He nods once as a sort of pseudo-thanks and sets about raiding the refrigerator to the best of his ability. There's not much in there that can be eaten by a bird, and the thought of eating eggs in this body seems more than a little repulsive, so he goes for some fruit sitting on the bottom shelf.

His gobbling is not a pretty picture.]

[compromisedarrow]

[Barton's watching the phoenix eat, smirking lightly.]

Hungry, huh?

[takethat]

[(You have no idea.)

He's finished the fruit in a few more moments of scarfing it, and although the floor in front of the refrigerator is now a mess, he's feeling much more content. He chirps a "thanks" and manages to fly up and perch on the countertop without making too much of a fool out of himself.]

[compromisedarrow]

[Barton reaches out to pet the phoenix, trying to not ruffle his feathers as he does so, nudging the fridge door shut.]

Dunno what you're like as a human, but you make a handsome bird.

[takethat]

[He's content with being complimented and nicely petted like this, so he chirrups happily. Hey, life may not be perfect as a bird, but he might as well enjoy it if he can.]