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Iris eyed the meancingly huge eight egg omeltte with something akin to fear. The giant eggy creation had been made on the premise that she was going to be feeding four mouths again. There was no way in hell she was even going to attempt eating the entire thing alone. Even if it's cheese was calling to her and the little bowl of mushrooms was practically singing 'eat meeeee'. Which it wasn't. Because, y'know, I'm not completely insane. Unless this whole wings thing has just snapped my mind in half or something...

"Okay. No." she muttered commandingly to herself. "I'm not even trying it. I'm going to go raid closets. Then I'll eat some eggs and then I'll go outside and the others can feed as they see fit... Damn. That's alot of omelette." She'd cooked larger, more exotic omelettes all the time, but back then she'd been commissioned and was feeding families of six to twelve people. And when cooking for herself, there had never been enough food to over-eat. This was an entirely new phenomenon.

Damn mushrooms and their siren songs...

The meal was still viciously hot too, as was the stove it had been removed from some twelve seconds prior. It could afford some cooling time. With that thought in mind she drifted back to 'her' room and immediately pounced on a dresser.

After two apparent cosplay outfits I don't even want to know... and a series of too-large or too-small clothes, a nice, plain white tank top was found that actually fit. It also had a suspiciously low back... But hey, this was a transcendant safe house. She wasn't going to act surprised by clothing that seemed custom made. Also, anything was better than a one-spaghetti-strap-remaining two day old camisole. Really. Anything.

"I wonder if I can fly with these things...." she asked the air, returning with the same note of forced 'I do not care that there is that much food and it's going to go to waste. Really.' that she had attempted to leave with.

The mass omelette was still there, still folded in half and still mocking her with it's size. "Ah well. If they aren't up soon, they can just have cold eggs. Serves them right for not budging after that scream..."

With an appropriately assuaged conscience, she attacked the eggs ravenously, dousing them in mushrooms with restrained glee. After all, there wasn't much use for manners when there was no one around to reprimand them.

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"Don't speak much, do you?" mused the young man with a slight smile, turning his eyes back towards the lake. Settling back down against the tree comfortably, Shrian's eyes glazed over momentarily, the glassy sheen of the lake's surface just after sunrise captivating him. That, and he was tired; more tired than he'd been in a long while. "Mm...Oh well, I'm not about to force words out of you."

Closing his eyes fully, Shrian listened. He listened to the sounds of the morning, some noises more prominant than others. The chirping of birds, the swaying of trees, the footsteps of those passing by. Listening harder yet, though, one could hear the gentle lapping of the lake water against the sand, and perhaps even the wind as it whispered through the trees.

Snapping out of one of his common dazes, of which he'd grown quite accustomed to, the man stretched, long coat inching unnoticed down his shoulders. Casting a glance back at the girl and her drawing, Shrian tilted his head slightly, eyeing her fingernails with some interest. He voiced nothing, though, prefering not to intrude on her drawing or her personal life. Little things could be taken personally, he'd found.

[[Sorry about my absence.
Moving took a lot of time and situating.
x.x;

200 words = 2 TXP]]

[[I'm totally on top of this whole thing.
Totally.
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"Ah, well, it's a pleasure to make your aquaintance, Ms. Kira." came Shrian's calm voice, accompanied by a small smile and slight head inclination. "My name is Shrian, and I've lived here for most of my life." As he spoke, the young man made a slightly distasteful face, though broke out into a grin afterwards. "And that's very sensable for you to do. Some strangers in this city can be a bit...Harsh, to say the least. But don't worry," he added, crimson-tinted eyes flicking back up to hers after straying down to her partially hidden drawing. "I'm not 'some strangers'." Flashing another small smirk, Shrian sighed and slid further down the tree trunk, not noticing as more feathers peeked out from beneath his coat.

"I can leave you to your drawing, if you'd like. I know how it can be, believe it or not." Eyes closing for only a brief moment, the youth reopened them with a wry smirk. "Then again, I never really had a talent for art. More of a writer, myself." Head tilting slightly to the right, Shrian inquired something that he'd been wondering for a bit. "But I was wondering what could bring you to this city, seeing as it's a bit dull. And as of late, it's getting a bit dangerous, what with the idiots attempting to anihilate the Transcendants..." he said quietly, trailing off near the end, only to pick back up soon thereafter. "Where do you stand on the issue, Ms. Lee?"

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[[Happy (slightly belated) birthday, Fiye!
xD
I already knew all of that, but thanks you for the information.
<3
But if you'd like to repost Metamorphosis, give me fair warning, so I can lock it and put it in the "Memorable Threads. <3" subforum for later reference.
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Shrian's smile faultered. He'd been watching her eyes, as was customary to him, only to find that her gaze had traveled to his back. The young man tensed slightly, jaw tightening for only a moment before relaxing. The pleasant smile returned just as flawless as before, his shoulders shrugging upwards to cover the protruding feathers that had now nearly turned an incredibly dark grey, though hadn't quite hit pitch black.

Bomber's jacket now fixed once again, feathers all covered once more, he tilted his head at her words. "Seems like a lonely life that you live. Haven't you ever wanted to stay in one place and get to know someone? Haven't you ever met someone that you're just drawn to, and feel an overwhelming need to stay with?" Shrian blinked.

What was he talking about?

Shaking his head as if to clear his mind, the Transcendant blinked once again. His keen ears had picked up her ever-so soft spoken words. They amused him slightly, and brought a certain amount of curiosity as to why she'd feel so passionate about it. "Well regardless, I've heard some things about people starting hunts for the Transcendants. I don't know how they pick them out from the humans, unless they have an overly obvious ability like—"

He blinked once again. Shrian was getting way too carried away in his conversation. Perhaps he was too trusting of people...

"It'll get dangerous, especially if they resort to random killings. Seems like humans are reverting back to their idiot primal instincts." he said calmly, making a slight face before chuckling lightly. This girl was rather fastinating, he thought.

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I'll be updating the TXP count momentarily.
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