Purpled has decided that since he would he living with them that it would be beneficial to show him around the underground. Most likely this is so he can run errands be that's beside the point.
The point is he is in what is the underground version of a mall. Yah how funny it is a black market.
He expected it to be a lot more trash filled, violent, and, terrifying, but in reality he sees very little violence or things for sell that tickle his nerves. Though he can tell most things are illegal or are being sold to people without licenses.
He sticks to Purpled like glue. Purpled got them both matching hoodies to wear as a way to tell their a pear.
Purpled has a black hoodie with purple flames and got him the same thing but with red flames.
Purpled jokes that it's kind of like the god of penumbra and the god of darkness.
"Lets go to grab something to eat." Purpled purposes.
"Sounds good to me." He chimes.
They walk in a calm silence to one of the taverns here.
Purpled told him how a lot of mercenaries and assassins that don't take requests from email or call or are just starting out taking requests that are put on a board in the taverns.Purpled slipped that phase through because of being a apprentice to a well known mercenary.
Purpled opens the door to the tavern walking in. He walks in after them. Some people recognize Purpled. Yet again he is thankful for his habit of wearing a mask in public as people eye him for looking like Purpled.
He stands his ground and doesn't shrink even a bit. Anyone that says so is a lair.
"Wow, you are like the weird dweeb that is friends with the popular kid." The voices comment laughing at him.
Don't say that it's rude.
Don't say that it's rude!
Purpled and him get a table and Purpled notices the people staring at him. Purpled gives the people a sharp look and they quickly look away.
"They won't bother you, don't worry." Purpled reassures.
"Yah, I hope so." He stampers out, laying his head on the table.
"Hey, did you hear. There's a free going healer that is said to heal anyone that they find injured." He hears someone say.
"No way, how much do you think they would go for on the black market?" Someone else asks.
"Well it's said they managed to heal members in the syndicate and that takes being really calming so I say a high price if sold to the right person if they are sold before the syndicate finds out." The first person reply's.
He stops ease dropping after that.
Are people trying to find him to sell him on the black market? What kind of people were they talking about? Who told people about him? Was it Captain?
"Someone most likely eased dropped on a conversation." Purpled answers his internal question seeming to connect the dots.
"Doesn't make it any less bone chilling." He mutters.
"My offer still stands and it could help solve this problem." Purpled persuades.
"Give me a few more days to way the pro's and con's." He huffs.
They sit in a not really comfortable, not really uncomfortable silence. Their food arrives shortly after.
"You know that you being avian and all that Angle would most likely see you as a baby bird since your wings still have a fresh sent to them." Purpled comments.
"Angle sees me as a avian and that's the bad thing. I'm the first avian the man will see since his parents." He huffs.
"I'm going to guess the bird snitched?" Purpled laughs.
"The birds are all snitches. All of them!" He declares, though no loud enough to catch peoples attention.
"Well talking to the birds would give the vigilantes more intel on crimes and evil plans." Purpled adds.
"Some of the birds may go snitch to Angle my location if I do that though." He counter argues.
"Angle wouldn't attack a baby bird. The most he'd do is try to subdue you." Purpled comments.
What if I go baby bird then, then you'd loss your healer. He spits, trilling his fork at Purpled.
"Then you could just imprint on me so the baby bird would want to go to it's already existing flock." Purpled proposes.
This completely breaks him as his instincts ingest this bit a information. His thoughts all mushy. His pupils dilate. His wings shift on his back. He stares at Purpled.
Flock?
"Golden duo moment! I thought Wilbur or Techno would have been first flock but I thought wrong. I'm Stan and I was wrong!" The voices screech.
The screeching nocks him back to reality but he still has the feeling of longing and desire bubbling in his chest.
"No takesy backsys!" He giggles seeing the regret flash in Purpleds eyes as the man goes through all the stages of grief before landing on acceptance.
"I'm going to regret every saying that am I?" Purpled asks defeated.
"We'll have to find that out together!" He chimes.
"Ffffffuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk…" Purpled groans.
"You dug your own grave my friend!" He chimes.
"Lets just go home and deal with this stuff there." Purpled sighs.
"Ok, we're flying!" He chimes.
He sits on the couch with a weird feeling in his chest. It isn't the want and desire that is still very prominent in his chest but more like the need for something.
He try's to brush it off but the longer he does so the more the feeling of want and desire grow, and the new want of comfort and family grows.
He curses under his breath as he lets his instincts take the wheel. The first thing he ends up doing is taking off the shirt and binder he was wearing.
He sets the shirt down on it's front. His nails elongate and his hand turns black. He rips two big holes in the back of the shirt using his new found talons.
He puts the shirt back on. Thank XD the bird has the decency to wear a shirt. He runs around grabbing all the pillows and blankets in the house gaining some odd looks from Purpled.
He drops all the things he has gathered onto the floor of his room. He lits out a proud chirp at his hall.
He starts moving the pillows and blankets. It takes him a bit to realize what the birds doing.
The birds making a nest! It looks so comfy!
He moves a bit fast and is more proficient with both parts of his brain working on making the nest.
"This will probably be the only time be see these two half's agree on something." The voices joke.
He doesn't listen to them as he is to concentrated on making the nest perfect.
It needs more…shiny!
He sneaks into Purpleds room and grabs some jewelry before running back to the nest setting jewelry on the sides.
One more thing needed. One more person needed.
He runs to where he saw Purpled last. Purpled is sitting in a chair sharpening a dagger.
He chirps, stomping his feet on the ground.
"You finally going to show me why you stole every pillow and blanket in the house?" Purpled asks fondly.
He nods his head doing graby hands to Purpled.
"Ok little bird I'm coming." Purpled jokes.
He gives a mad chirp in response. He leads Purpled to the nest he has built.
He flops into the nest he has built taking pride in it.
"You made a fucking nest!" Purpled burst out laughing.
The bird part of his brain is scared Purpled thinks the nest is bad while the human part of his brain takes it as a challenge.
He pounces at Purpled slinging the man into the nest.
"Fuck you alien boy!" He yells, pouncing Purpled again.
"Get off!" Purpled yells, trying to escape his hold.
He chirps at Purpled, snuggling his head in the man's shirt. His wings rap around the alien.
The want and desire are replaced with feelings of love, joy, warmth, and protection. He lets out chirps trying to convey all these emotions.
This must be how Blade felt.
"You human hybrids confuse me." Purpled admits, brushing their alien fingers through his hair.
"Says the fluffy jello man." He retorts.
"I would rather be called cloud slime." Purpled huffs.
"No, that would be to much like Slime." He answers, bringing a hand to rub at the green bits of skin that fall through Purpleds human persona from relaxation.
More green specs pop up at the rubbing motion.
"You say human hybrids are weird but green pops up on your skin when I give you rubs." He jokes, moving his hands to rub a big splotch on the aliens back.
The aliens antennas pop out making them more recognizable as a alien. Purpleds hair turns white as snow.
"Clingy." Purpled's says, his alien accent slipping through.
"You we're the one to purpose something you knew little about. You did this to yourself!" He huffs, snuggling up to Purpleds chest again.
"This is a platonic relationship right?" Purpled enquirers.
"Yes, your my brother it would be gross if not. I'm just the clingy younger sibling." He urges.
"Ah yes and we shall be the golden brothers for I feed you need for shiny things like gold." Purpled says, grabbing one of the pieces of jewelry.
Purpled raises their free hand to one one his wings.
"Can I- Purpled gets cut off as his wing bats into the aliens hand. I'll take that as a yes."
Purpled carefully traces their fingers across his wing. His wing vibrates at the new pleasant feeling.
"You humans are weird, but I can't help but be fascinated by y'all's weird little actions." Purpled hums.
He boroughs up some coffee. Nothing special just the 10th pumpkin spice today!
Really some days there's no one and others you'd think it's lunch rush at McDonald's!
The birds happy doing stuff with the spices though so it isn't all that bad. The human part of his brain is talking to the voices while the bird works.
He would think it's weird how he thinks in two parts but then again he is a human bird that can heal people.
He pulls the coffee out the machine putting the whip cream and pumpkin spice in the drink. He pops the lid on and slides it to the counter.
"Pumpkin spice for Annabel!" He calls out going back to tending the counter.
"Breaking News: Hero Sparkle and villain CG5 fight in L'manburg north district!" The news blurts out all around the cafe.
People panic at the speed of light. People run out the door and he can see how the streets get more and more crowded.
He walks to the back curling up in the corner. There's a very little chance the fight will hit the cafe but he still sits in the safest part of the cafe.
He puts his hoodie and mask on after taking off his apron. If the villains destroy the cafe he doesn't want to be recognizable to the media. Heaven knows the media would bonbard him with questions.The hoodie is the one that Purpled got him so it's still quite new.
"He said
Oh merry contrary how does your garden grow?
Come with me and you'll be the seventh maid in a row. He whisper sings.
My answer was laughter, soft as I lowered my head.
You're to late, I'm afraid this flowers already dead."
He hears yelling from outside.
His body begins to shake.
This isn't good! Flock, flock! He wants his flock. Flock will protect him. He wants Purpled!
He shakily grabs his phone from his pocket. He taps Purpleds contact.
"Purpled turn on the news." He demands, voice having a shake to it.
Damb bird making him weak.
He hears moving around then the news.
"Tommy stay there, I'm coming to help." Purpled demands, most definitely worried.
He let's out a scared warble.
He hates how these instincts make him weak. He hates how he needs to ask for help. He hates how he's at odds with himself. He hates how he doesn't know himself anymore.
He hates it. He hates it! He hates it! He hates it!
He hears a ringing in his ears. His blood boiling in the most literally sense. His vision turns red and heightens. The talons showing.
He gets up, walking to the door to look at the front of the cafe. As expected after the yelling the front is blown to shit.
The hero and villain are fighting in the remains.
He opens the door taking a few silent steps away from the door.
"Blood for the blood god! Power ark pog." The voices cheer.
He sees some of the blood rise from the ground and the shadows twist, but he is to pissed off to care.
"Hey, don't know about you cunts but it looks like y'all are destroying quite a bit of public property with y'all's little rampage!" He yells, having all eyes landing on him.
"Get out of this kid!" The villain CG5 yells.
"Get out of here kid!" The hero Sparkle yells.
"When y'all stop fighting and leave!" He demands, throwing his arm to the side.
The footing blood becomes hard spikes and launch in the direction he threw his arm. That just so happens be the direction where most of the blood spikes would be pelting the hero and villain.
CG5 makes a shock wave with their voice after being pelted with about ten spikes, give it take. The hero Sparkle isn't so lucky as they get pelted with a staggering amount of spikes.
"Holy fuck, who the hell are you?" Sparkle yells, holding their arm panting from trying to dodge the spikes.
"No one important and someone you'll never see again if your lucky. He announces, turning around. I got to go find my brother."
He hops through some alleyways till he's far enough from the hero and villain. He does the little thing where you request someone's location with Purpled and heads over in that direction. He takes this time to think.
Holy shit, did he just manipulate blood. What the fuck. Is that how he's been healing people? By manipulating their blood? It would explain the hormone thing.
Wait, could he have fucked with someone's brain on accident? Could he of accidentally made someone imprint on him? Was that why Blade was so desperate for him to stay? No, Blade would have tracked him down and token him if he did that.
He looks at his phone. Purpleds close.
He stops seeing it better if Purpled came to him at this distance. He hears footsteps hitting the rooftops.
It must be Purpled.
Luckily it is indeed Purpled.
"Didn't I tell you to stay still!" Purpled scolds
"Hey don't yell at me! The whole front of the cafe was gone!" He retaliates.
"Well guess what now your on the news." Purpled informs him.
"No shit sure lock. That's why I have my mask and hood on!" He replies.
"Well now you're going to be classified as a vigilante without even being one!" Purpled yells.
"I won't be that popular. I mean I have only appeared this once and I didn't even defeat anyone." He snarks.
"I got popular my first fight after bringing my dog. I'm sure you know shooting blood spikes at people would make you gain popularity. Not to mention you left like some kind of movie character!" Purpled huffs.
"Ok fair, I'm sorry for not doing as you told me to." He pouts.
"I accept your apology. Now want to look at the conspiracy theories that have popped up already?" Purpled offers.
"You beat your sorry ass I do!" He yells exited.