[ conjuring refreshment table . . . ]

[arcanepower]

Who: Belth and whoever
Broadcast: None planned
Action: Wonderduck
When: slightly backdated to 4/24

[The Wonderduck has a visitor today. He's only a little over five feet tall, dressed in black robes, and looking curious and surly at the same time. An interesting combination. But he does come bearing gifts or bribes, however you might call it, and they are fresh and fucking delicious.

He's here to visit one person in particular, but he's also really nosy so he might... wander off into the kitchen to see what the ducklings have. His ship doesn't even have a spice rack. It's disgraceful.]

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[wilder]

[He gives an awkward shrug and nod at the thanks. A nod shrug combo?? It's weird, he's not good at taking thanks]

Right....whatever. [He holds out the pouch]

Here, go ahead and take the bag. It's nearly full so it should keep you going for awhile if you ration.

[arcanepower]

[Belth isn't good at giving thanks, so both sides of this are pretty fucking awkward.

His eyebrows jump up, but then he takes the bag.]

I... really hope you didn't just sit there plucking your own feathers. That seems... extreme.

[wilder]

Ha- only when I'm preening. These things just molt like crazy.

[To demonstrate he'll summon his golden wings and stretch them out as much as he can in cramp quarters. AND SURE ENOUGH, magical feathers go everywhere]

See? That happens every time.

[arcanepower]

[Belthazar is a bit surprised at SUDDENLY GOLDEN WINGS filling the room, and it makes him jump back. There are feathers everywhere. There are feathers on the floor, on top of the locker, on the sheets, hell-- there's even one attached to Belth's robe.]

W-- wow, that's...

[He's so starry-eyed right now.]

They're amazing.

[He should probably stop gaping and like, pick up these feathers.]

Can you fly with them, or are they only decorative?

[wilder]

[wow that sure is some starry-eyed gaping. He's not sure...what to make of it. But he plays it cool, folding his wings against his back since there's really not that much room in here]

Oh, they're fully functional. It's sorta like having an extra pair of limbs?

[arcanepower]

[IT'S COOL and the scientific part of him is going freaking nuts.]

I see. So it isn't like paladins at all, really.

[He unsticks the feather from his robe and puts it in the sack. And... then he tries to grab the rest. Don't mind him as he scoots around and straightens things up.

He can't help it, really.]

There isn't much opportunity to run free, though, if you enjoy flying.

[wilder]

[And he just keeps watching, his eyebrow raising. Is he...really straightening up his room as he picks up feathers? Wow. That's something else]

[At the question, he gives a shrug]

I prefer piloting to flying with wings, honestly. [partly because he...can't work out flying with his wings] Flying around with glowing golden wings- kinda makes you a giant target, you know?

[arcanepower]

Thinking about it that way, it really would. [And then, very calmly, as he tucks in a blanket:] Think of them like plumage. You can use them to attract a mate.

[wilder]

Attract a mate? Seriously kid?!

[SERIOUSLY BELTH? SERIOUSLY? HE IS NOT A BIG BIRD]

I'm not a bird-! What, do you use those movable ears to attract mates too??

[arcanepower]

[Belth finishes picking up the feathers but he's tempted to throw them at Kaneis anyway. True to form, his ears pin back, making him look like a pissed off cat.]

What-- my ears are nothing like a pair of pretty wings! Besides, I have no interest in anyone. None at all. Books are much better.

[wilder]

Uh huh.

[About the lack of interest in anyone. Whatever kid whatever]

I get dates the same way humans and elves do. I'm not that bizarre.

[arcanepower]

They are! And they don't criticize you for spending too much time inside.

[Books are superior.]

I wouldn't put elves and humans in the same category, Kaneis. There is a lot of long-winded disgusting poetry involved in elven courtship rituals.

[wilder]

Well you do look a little pale.

[Says the guy that could probably get away with using the "white" crayon when coloring a picture of himself. But hey he's a redhead, there's an excuse.]

Is there? [A shrug; he's never dated an elf before] Huh, learn something new every day.

[arcanepower]

I am not sick, so my paleness doesn't really matter. And you are hardly one to talk, I think.

[callin you on your shit, zelos.]

Elves live a long time. Courtship is very important to them, and by important I mean dreadfully boring and drawn out beyond belief. It's all decadence and women tittering behind hands and passive-aggressive flowery language. Blegh.

[wilder]

I don't tan. I just burn and freckle.

[Terrible sight really. And wow Belth you are such a kid]

Wow...glad I got raised with humans then. A bit more straight forward.

[And technically is one but whatever. Too complicated to explain]

[arcanepower]

I do, too. That one place we went to... Australia, it was called? I burned so terribly I itched for weeks.

[That was awful.]

A bit, yes. I suspect lifespan has something to do with it.

[wilder]

Seriously? You know that could've been treated at the clinic.

[Poor little elf. Wear sunscreen you pale nerd]

Probably. A lot of time to fill. [He idly wonders what angel courting might look like if most of the people weren't mindless zombies. Ah well. Thank goodness for interspecies (?) relationships.]

[arcanepower]

[He opens his mouth.] I-- [Closes it. Pauses, tries again.] It wasn't like I'd been stabbed. I didn't want to waste anyone's time with a skin condition. I thought the clinic was for more life-threatening things.

[The trouble of being self-reliant...]

[wilder]

[He shrugs]

Not always. Honestly most of the people who came in on nightshift were minor idiotic injuries.

[arcanepower]

Like toe sprains?

[He wonders if Caspa had to deal with this shit.]

I'm surprised you worked there for so long.

[wilder]

Like..."I got into a fight with a giant porcupine and lost" level of stupid.

[Truly, truly stupid]

I needed the money.

[arcanepower]

What.

[No, seriously, what?]

How do people manage to do that on Earth? It's not like Azeroth where the rats in the larder can chew your arm off.

[NON-RPG CHARACTERS HAVE IT SO EASY.]

[wilder]

I dunno. After awhile, you learn to...stop asking for your own sanity.