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?

[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]

_{[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.]}

[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'?

[peacockherald]

_{[The peacock huffed, glaring at him and then managed to carve out a faint 'A' and "N'.]}

[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.

[cantacquityou]

...









You have got to be kidding me.

[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]

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

[peacockherald]

_{[He looks back at Edgeworth in a way that suggests he was not kidding, and if he was, he was not laughing. He sat down abruptly, as close a pout as he could come in this form.]}

[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. ]}

[cantacquityou]

[He walks on over and kneels to the side of the enormous bird. He inspects the feathers, gently rubbing his thumb on the paint spots in an attempt to possibly gauge how difficult it may be to get it out...if possible any at all.]

[peacockherald]

_{[Vanyel lets him, looking back and giving off little sighs and trills of disappointment at his ruined feathers.]}

[cantacquityou]

Who did this to you?

[peacockherald]

_{[Because he could answer that, Edgeworth. He cheeped and tapped the stones beneath his body, his best way of saying the Castle.]}

[cantacquityou]

...The Castle...painted you.



...Aside from...turning you into a peacock.

[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.]

[peacockherald]

<sub>[He gives her another look and spreads his feathers, which are not half as beautiful as they should be, oh sobs on the inside.

He looks at her books and tugs one out, opening it up to a random page and tapping at a word with his beak.]</sub>

Name

_{[He looks at her pointedly and then starts picking out letters.]}

V-A-N-Y-E-L

[peacockherald]

_{[He shook his head to the first and nodded to the second, which was about all he could do besides cheep mournfully.]}

[cantacquityou]

Obviously the Castle turned you into a peacock. Who, on the other hand, did this... [gestures to the paint]...to you?