06-30-2018, 11:21 PM
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☀ ALPHA [abbr="attacks"]x[/abbr] info [abbr="speech; self-reference; thoughts;"]x[/abbr] TYPHOON ☀
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So [b]this was the "mighty" Caesar that Alpha heard about upon his entrance into the Typhoon.
It was almost hysterical to him as he watched the officer wriggle about in his seagull form. Almost. Alpha stifled a small giggle as he watched someone who had been hailed so "mighty" struggle with something so simple as a plastic bag, failing to remove it from his yellow-colored plumage and escape from his plastic cell. The cream-colored tom joined Blue in his observance of Caesar's plight, wriggling about at the mercy of manmade baggage. Smug grin still awash on his face, the usual. Tired, sleep-longing eyes scanned the pigeon's body, almost laughing entirely at the thought of him being an officer of sorts. How pathetic. But, Alpha held his tongue; if anything, laughing at the display would probably get him thrown out of the crew, or worse. Even through something as hilariously pitiful as this, he held his respects for his higher-ups.
"You seem in need of aid." He scoffed, plasma horns cutting thin air like silk as he dipped his head lower to observe the struggling bird. "How dreadful. I'd never believe someone as higher-up and powerful as you would ever fall victim to a simpleton's prison." He eyed the bag begrudgingly, pondering why it'd even been on the beach in the first place. Damn humans. Ruining the environment again, per usual.
It was almost hysterical to him as he watched the officer wriggle about in his seagull form. Almost. Alpha stifled a small giggle as he watched someone who had been hailed so "mighty" struggle with something so simple as a plastic bag, failing to remove it from his yellow-colored plumage and escape from his plastic cell. The cream-colored tom joined Blue in his observance of Caesar's plight, wriggling about at the mercy of manmade baggage. Smug grin still awash on his face, the usual. Tired, sleep-longing eyes scanned the pigeon's body, almost laughing entirely at the thought of him being an officer of sorts. How pathetic. But, Alpha held his tongue; if anything, laughing at the display would probably get him thrown out of the crew, or worse. Even through something as hilariously pitiful as this, he held his respects for his higher-ups.
"You seem in need of aid." He scoffed, plasma horns cutting thin air like silk as he dipped his head lower to observe the struggling bird. "How dreadful. I'd never believe someone as higher-up and powerful as you would ever fall victim to a simpleton's prison." He eyed the bag begrudgingly, pondering why it'd even been on the beach in the first place. Damn humans. Ruining the environment again, per usual.