The Absence of Color Does Mean One Should Add It

[peacockherald]

[Well, for the moment, Vanyel has come to terms with the fact he will be a peacock for awhile. Never mind that some people are so rude and have been treating him like a pet. Really!

At least he could still talk to Yfandes, though he was a bit scared to try and cross that large distance to go and see her - at least on his lonesome. He didn't have many things in the way of defense and there were so many people and who knew what else. For all he knew he'd get called a white devil again. 

So he was letting out heavy peacock sighs, walking around the Castle today, his tail trailing behind him like a bride's veil - a very colorful bride's veil and the net obvious source of his depression. Someone had been terribly cruel and COLORED his lovely white feathers. COLORED THEM. They were done up in purples and pinks and bright blues and he just wanted to sob. If he simply had to be a peacock the least one could try and do is be a clean, pristine peacock.

And some crude little creature had undone it all! He could not rightly get around to fix them.

So, Paradisa, there is a depressed peacock wandering your halls with a tail that looked like it had a fight with several paint brushes and lost... badly.]

I am positive there is a ballad for this somewhere.

[ooc: the italics is him speaking telepathically, so if you can hear it - yay! If not, well, he's still just a depressed peacock wandering about]

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[peeta_bread]

[Peeta is wandering down to the kitchen, when he spots the peacock. He gasps. Cautiously, he walks over to him.]

Hey, pretty bird. What happened to you?

[peacockherald]

_{[The only thing that made that okay were the words 'pretty bird'. Though, in ways, he was insulted. Pretty bird indeed. He looked up, surprised to see Peeta, and chirps, coming over and pressing against his leg, finding comfort in the familiar.... and he could hide his face and not look at his ruined tail feathers.]}

[peeta_bread]

[He's surprised when that happens. But he immediately understands.]

Hey... you're a friend of mine on a loss, right? Look up at me if I'm right.

[peacockherald]

_{[The albino peacock looks up and chirps the affirmative, letting out a sigh and looking back at his tail feathers sadly.]}

[peeta_bread]

[His eyes follow Vanyel's to his tail feathers.]

I'm sorry about your feathers.

[cantacquityou]

[It's not a secret that Edgeworth has a particular affinity for animals (well, as much as he'd like to keep it a secret, it isn't). He spots the peacock at the opposite end of the fifth floor.

He double-takes. Peacock? He walks in closer, squinting as he does so.

When he gets to but a few feet away, he squats down, observing the injustice done to the poor creature.]


You unfortunate thing...

[peacockherald]

<sub>[Finally someone understood it! And thank goodness it was Miles.

Vanyel makes a peacock's mournful call and looks at Miles, hoping the other saw his desparate desire to have this fixed at once in his eyes.]</sub>

[cantacquityou]

[Well, then. This clearly wasn't a wild peacock...and certainly not one he has ever seen before. Come to think of it, having had his friend turn into a bird yesterday, it begged to be asked...]


...Who are you?



[...if he was wrong, at least, the worst that could happen would be to have the bird not understand him.]

[peacockherald]

_{[And how, precisely, was he to answer that, sir? He gave the other a look and looked around, trying to find something to use.... and finally just went for a nearby door. He scratched his beak against it, managing to make a slanted 'V' and looked back at him expectantly.]}

[cantacquityou]

'V'?

[doublethefun]

[there's a quick clip-clop of hooves heading towards you. She's got a bunch of books trailing behind her like ducklings while she's got her nose buried in the one that's levitating right in front of her.

In other words, move before she accidentally steps on your tail feathers or make some noise or something.]

[peacockherald]

<sub>[Well, to late. Stupid tail feathers, being so long.

He lets out a squawk of pain when he is yanked to a halt, turning to see Luna and trilling harshly at her, beating his wings.]</sub>

[doublethefun]

[she jumps back at the sudden squawk, reflexively beating her own wings while at it. Peering over her book, she stares at the white peacock.

A couple more flaps and she lands gracefully, the trailing books neatly piling onto and balancing on her back.]

Ah. Mine apologies.

[she's probably too used to ponies just scampering out of her way]

[peacockherald]

_{{Vanyel gives her a look and then sighs, trilling his acceptance. It didn't much matter. Even without a hoof print, his tail feathers were ruined. ]}

[doublethefun]

[inspecting those feathers]

It doth look as though thou hast run afowl of mischievous foals.

[...it's a bit subtle, but the corner of her mouth quirks up a bit at her pun.]

[hyuuga]

[Hinata's heading toward the staircase, intent on heading to the library, when the...bird catches her attention. Residents on animal losses are nothing new to her, but neither are residents who are actually animals. She stops, uncertain as to how she should approach this.

And he does look so sad... Well, that kind of decides that.]

...Is everything all right?

[peacockherald]

_{[He turns to look at the girl and chirps at her, shaking his tail with its smattering of pink and blue and purple in a way nature had never intended.]}

[hyuuga]

[Sorry, but she's really not the one to notice abominations of color. Pink, blue and purple are lovely colors together to her!

...But she does notice that it's not natural color.]

Did...someone paint you? [Because that's just not cool.]

[peacockherald]

_{[He bobs his head and huffs angrily, as he had any right to! This was a total catastrophe!]}

[hyuuga]

[She gives a small smile. Even though she knows he's angry, it's...kind of cute.]

Should we... Um, do you want it off?

[compromisedarrow]

Okay, seriously.

[Barton has rounded the corner and come face-to-face with a depressed peacock.]

First blue phoenixes, now albino peacocks. I'm starting to get the feeling the castle likes birds...

[All of this is muttered as he walks on up to the peacock, crouching down beside him.]

I take it you're on a loss, too, huh?

[peacockherald]

_{[Well, you startled him too, sir. He jumped back, claws skittering on the stone and looked up at Barton, cheeping and bobbing his head in affirmation. He had sort of given up trying mindspeech, since most people seemed to lack it, but why not try here too?]}

Yes. My name is Vanyel Ashkevron.

[compromisedarrow]

[Nope. No mindspeak here, but he does pick up on that nod.]

Yep, castle likes birds. [He frowns.] I take it your feathers aren't supposed to be like that?

[peacockherald]

_{[He shook his head and swishes his tail, giving a peep that sounded quiet upset. He was ALBINO thank you, not this horrid mish-mash of color.]}

[compromisedarrow]

Need some help cleaning them off?