Meet your new roommates.

[wrightingwrongs]

WHO: Nick and the residents of Nonah 05
WHERE: Nonah 05
WHEN: Midday, February 6th.
WHAT: Nick tries to get into his room without incident, meets his new roommates - and an old one, too.
WARNINGS: There will PROBABLY be gross tears when Maya gets involved. Also: Akira boys.

[This is not how Nick wanted to get to what was clearly the quarters he'd be assigned.

Still stuck as a small bird - with a plume of fire trailing off his slightly distinctly feathered head. He still wasn't yet used to this body - feathers and fire - ugh, why did it have to be fire... A flash of memory of what had been merely hours ago for him - but the calendar clearly said February.]

(Not that that's any better...)

[Unfortunately, it seems that Nonah 05 is a rather loud place - which puts a damper on the "get inside, not embarrass self further" plan. What's a bird to do?

Luckily, Nick sees an attempt to actually perhaps get to his room and figure out this whole "being a bird" dilemma - an open windowsill.]

(Okay Phoenix... you can do this. It can't be -that- hard to fly, right...?)

[Taking as deep a breath as he can, he flaps those wings, pushing himself off the ground, and soaring in the air-

straight past the windowsill, and into the window.

Turns out, flying? Way harder than it looks. Anyone in the Nonah 05 living room may want to look out.]

Comments

[amadaman]

[This is not a person who first appears, but a dog. One small (but probably big to Phoenix), white dog has now appeared in the kitchen below the window and is staring right at this fiery bird. He wuffs. At least he isn't going to eat you yet!

Who're you punk]

[wrightingwrongs]

[Nick's landing is nowhere -near- graceful, but he's at least figuratively patting himself on the back-

Until he careens over the dog's head. And yes, despite being roughly the size of a cockatiel - the dog is probably a little bigger.

he lands - or rather flops onto the ground, as he raises his wings up and backs immediately away.]

(Nice doggy... g-good doggy... please don't eat the birdie...)

[amadaman]

[SMALL THING TO CHA-- no, no. He holds himself back. Ever since the first time he got too close too excitedly and freaked out a kitten, Koromaru's been careful. You also never knew when birds turned into people because that gigantic black one sure is Ikki.

But this bird looks injured. And that's a problem.

Sorry Nick, you're not going anywhere. You're going to get Koromaru approaching you ... and picking you up with his mouth. Sorry for smelly doge and slobber.]

[wrightingwrongs]

[Nick is a little freaked out - he had not yet had to deal with dogs - and now he has one approaching him. He's pretty sure this is going to end badly when.

He gets picked up, in the dog's mouth.

There's some flapping and flailing - but it settles quickly when he realizes that Koro isn't trying to, y'know, eat him, and just sort of dangles in his mouth.]

(I'm gonna need a shower...)

[Why this.]

[iamtetsuo]

[Megama leaps high into the air, shooting wildly, only to get snagged and carried into a set of spikes on the side of the screen. AGAIN. Tetsuo growls, gripping the controller harder as his character respawns-

Then pauses when he realizes that there's a new set of extremely loud thoughts floating around. Like someone talking to themselves. He didn't even realize at first it wasn't someone talking.]

Eh? What's that...?

[From his spot on the couch, he's got a decent view of the living room in general. Which is either a good thing ,or a very bad one; he turns to look around just in time for what looks like a literal phoenix to sail carelessly into the room, heedless of Tetsuo's open-mouthed stare. His head follows its flight wherever it ends up, locked onto it in absolute bewilderment. A bird?! No - a phoenix! He'd heard that word already, it had to be-


What. The. Hell.

First, a psychic clone of some extinct alien monster. Then youkai. Then komainu. Then kappa.

Now, a phoenix???


He's - he's sober, right? He hasn't done anything since he died...]

[wrightingwrongs]

[Yeah, that train of thought is very loud- and it seems to be coming from the bird, as there's a lot of panicked thoughts about landing as it tumbles onto the floor. He recovers quickly, looking around-

And spying Tetsuo.]

(...Perhaps I didn't think this through.)

[The phoenix flars its wings, holding them in front of him, almost humanlike, really. But isn't saying anything, just, hopping back a step.]

[iamtetsuo]

You're damn right you didn't!

[He replies, as if Phoenix had spoken aloud. His mouth closes again, and shortly afterwards he's halfway getting up off that couch. Forget that stupid segment with the damn birds. This is a real one - or it looks real - and it's on the floor.

Is this thing a fire hazard or what??]

The hell are you supposed to be, anyway?

[just... just checking it actually is a phoenix. To make sure he's not crazy. He does this by talking to a bird.


He's not crazy.]

[wrightingwrongs]

[Nick is about to respond- before he realized he definitely didn't say that aloud.]

(D-Did he just read my thoughts!?)

Did you just read my thoughts!?

[The tuft of flame sort of shoots up a bit, as the wings drop down. There's a beady, bird-like blink as he steps forward.]

I-I'm new here. My name's Phoenix.

[resoundingpledge]

[ It was supposed to be a quiet day. A relaxing day, a good day for doing laundry—they didn't have much in the way of clothes, but that was all the more reason for washing them regularly, and the blankets they'd been using too.

Not the kind of day where she'd turn a corner, laundry basket in hand, to see a bird (that wasn't Ikki or Yayoi, not even close) flying straight toward her.

A full second for that to process. Another half second for some part of her mind to add, incredulous, is it on fire!?

And the time devoted to getting out of the way, the response of any sane and reasonable person?

Absolutely zero. ]

[wrightingwrongs]

SQUAWK!

[A dignified scream from a dignified creature, hurtling through the air as gracefully as a fucking brick - as the airborne one of the two realizes that collison is imminent.]

(I gotta do something...!)

[And something the bird does do - by angling himself a little further downward into his arc trajectory, he instead does not entirely collide with the woman dead in the face-

Instead, he lands with a muffled squawk and a lot of ruffling right into the laundry basket.

Two points.]

[resoundingpledge]

[ She takes an involuntary step back at his scream, which really only helps his modified trajectory, and—

and there is

a firebird

in her laundry basket.

It was supposed to be a quiet day. A day where the only things that were inexplicably on fire were Komasan's perpetually burning eyebrows. Not a day where . . . where pieces were falling into place in her mind, recognition dawning, where there was a phoenix tangling in her bedsheets. ]

Suzaku . . . ?

[wrightingwrongs]

S-suzaku?

[The bird is talking. And not in bird tongue. At least, that doesn't sound like bird tongue as he pops his head out from a pile of sheets.]

N-no, I'm Phoenix. S-sorry.

[monge]

[More white dogs! More!

Although this one appears to be on fire. See? It's not all bad, Phoenix isn't the only one constantly aflame. This little dog appears to be loafing about in the living room, his ear twitching when he hears something...flying? Can one hear flying? Perhaps when it's just that bad enough, because Komasan's ears find a way.

He sleepily begins to open his tired eyes, only to find...another youkai?]

Little baby chicken, zura...?

[Everyone knows little baby chickens are the best youkai.]

[wrightingwrongs]

[He's so bad at flying holy shit. He lands with a whump, straightening himself - ruffling his own feathers a bit, before he catches a voice.

...That's a dog. And it's on fire. And it's talking to him.]

B-baby chicken!?

[Oh, hey, he can talk. That's interesting.]

[monge]

[Oh gosh, he said his first words! Komasan feels like a proud parent, and he's only just met this wee thing. They grow up so fast!

Well, he's certainly awake now, and it doesn't take Komasan long to scramble onto his feet and run over to his new fallen feathered friend. Like any dignified creature, he begins to coo over him like he really is some kind of baby.]

Monge~ That's so cute, zura! C-Can you say "Komasan," zura? Go on, you can do it! "Ko-ma-san," zura!

[He must teach his son.]

[wrightingwrongs]

[WHAT ARE YOU MY DAD NOW]

Ko...masan? W-wait, you can talk too!?

[He's not even getting up from his splayed out position. This day is completely gone off the rails.]

[rassera]

[Kaneda found himself twice as hungry nowadays. Not that his appetite wasn't already a bottomless pit, but he once every few hours dashed for the kitchen to grab at least a snack ('Snack' used lightly. It's practically a meal), his hunger now working in spikes on top of the usual.

Which is what he's doing now, rummaging through the pantry to grab something to get into his stomach. This box of Pop Tarts? Now it's his. All of it.

In fact, he's on his second wrapped package of them now, tearing it open and taking one out--Strawberry--and putting it between his teeth while he tries to grab something else out of the fridge. Takeout? Well, that can come after.

And maybe the rest of that rice he'd made earlier. All of these are thrown onto the table as he sits down, grabbing some tea to wash it all down with and some edamame from Aunt Cass. Hell, he'll just pop em right into the rice. Grab some candy for dessert and he's set. Chopsticks are picked up, ready to dig into that takeout with one half eaten Pop Tart sitting next to him.

Until a bird--a bird on FIRE no less--soars across this scene like a comet, across the kitchen. Kaneda watches this happen, mouth agape and chopsticks dropping that lo mein slowly and methodically as it flutters ungracefully.

Sure.


Why not. This just happens now.]

[wrightingwrongs]

[WHAT ARE AIR BRAKES, WE JUST DON'T KNOW

Nick soars across the kitchen like a boat attempting to fly, only managing to just avoid slamming face first into the opposite wall - colliding with the floor and skidding until he bumps against the wall, lightly.

There's a squawk of what sounds like disorientation - he hasn't noticed he just ruined your Second Lunch, Kanneda- not yet, anyway.]

[rassera]

[Dropping everything, Kaneda books it around the table towards the wall--because that is a fucking bird and--

Capsule may get to it first.

And it's a good thing he did, too, because that golden retriever is on the scene, booking it into the kitchen to sniff this strange bird that has flown in.

THIS IS A BIRD, MASTER! I SAW ONE ONCE BEFORE AND I CAN CONFIRM THIS IS A BIRD!

HELLO BIRD! YOUR FEATHERS ARE HOT!

But Kaneda's quick to push the Golden out of the way, waving a hand in command to make him back up.]

The hell?!

[Does he...poke it with chopsticks?]

[rideme]

[His landing is quickly noticed. Noticed by all the six of the cats in the house. Every one of them from Krem-the-Calico to the rarely seen Stitches-the-Orange-Tabby. When something weird and winged lands in the yard, it's their duty to notice it.]

[So. There they are. Ringing the fallen Wright. Staring at him with intense feline eyes.]

[Better do something to make yourself look less edible. These are the Iron Bull's cats. Things like a burning tail won't dissuade them for long.]

[wrightingwrongs]

[It takes Nick a moment to reorient himself at his landing - and it takes slightly less to realize he's been surrounded by cats. Cats that are sizing him up for a meal.]

(Out of the frying pan, into the fire...)

G...Go away! Shoo! [He's waving hiss wings at the cats, hoping to nmake them back off, but he's going to need to learn how to fly soon, if that doesn't work...]

[rideme]

[It works on a few of them. A few of them puff up and arch their backs, hissing mightily. One of them, the white bengal, just stares harder, pupils widening until her eyes are nearly all black.]

[And hopping up on her hind legs to bat at his waving wings, chirruping.]

reuniting maya and her birb

[amadaman]

[Ken does his best to act calm as he carries Phoenix Wright through the house and toward where he knows Kaneda is. Koromaru walks along beside him, and the two (three?) of them are soon appearing in front of the boy who somehow became the leader of the house to report this crisis.]

Kaneda-san, there's something I have to tell you.

[rassera]

[Kaneda watches as Ken approaches, Koromaru at his side and a fellow...bird sidekick on his arm? Sure, he'd seen Phoenix the Phoenix earlier, even fed him, but he thought the guy would've skedaddled by now. Maybe this is his problem, maybe this is why he can't get rid of any damn birds in the house.

He fed them and now they're here to stay.

Blinking owlishly, he decides to at least hear him out.]

It's not my fault.


He just kinda flew in.

[amadaman]

... Ah, I know. He told me. Sorry, I kind of assumed.

[Even if a lot of people are Tetsuo's friends, or people who came for Tetsuo, in Ken's mind it's usually still Kaneda. But that's not the point. Ken's got Phoenix tucked into the crook of his arm, still wrapped in that towel, and he glances down at it once before looking back up.]

We need to take him to Maya-san.