Turning into a bird?[Open][NR]

Her back had been itching her since about the time she had come back from the park with her sister and mother. It had got so bad recently that she had found herself unable to sleep. Her sister had been feeling the same thing, but her mother hadn't been able to see anything at all wrong with her back. It made no sense to her at all.

So, she had taken to wandering Darkman Tower since she couldn't sleep, and was currently walking along the 1,000th floor when she stopped. She lifted her arm up over her head and bent it at the elbow, and began to scratch at her upper back once more. After a moment her fingers caught onto something downy soft with a hard but thin center and she pulled. A shudder ran through her as she felt it move out of her flesh and after a moment she pulled it completely out.

She lowered her arm and let out a short scream of surprise: in her hand was a slightly bloody but otherwise bright white feather - which she had just pulled forth from her back. She covered her mouth with her hand and stared at the feather before saying , "I'm turning into a bird!", after she lowered her hand.

Cup of coffee in hand, the morning the paper tucked under his arm, and the sound of a scream in his ear. This morning was gonna be great! He'd was gonna go crash in his suite, kick back on the overplush couch, and watch so-- wait, who the fuck was screaming?

Why the fuck were they screaming? It was too god damn early for this shit. With an aggravated grunt, the coffee was placed on the table, the paper was left beside it; if he'd brought it, he was gonna slap the shit out of whomever was screaming.

Violet eyes narrowed as he walked out of his suite and moved through the halls, attempting to find out whoever was screaming and killing his damn buzz. As those eyes came upon Nanalie, he blinked, and looked at her. "Nana, that you out here screaming?"

Bloody feather in hand she turned towards Maxi, her hand shaking slightly. "I... I'm... I'm turning into a bird!" And there was that damn itching again. She dropped the feather which floated from side to side as it drifted down to the hallway floor. She reached behind her again, scratching once more. After another moment she felt the feel of another feather poking out of her flesh, and she pulled, revealing another bloody feather.

"Hnnnnn! I don't want to turn into a bird!" She kept scratching, a shudder running through her. She really had no idea why feathers were suddenly coming from her back, or why for that matter she kept feeling this irritatingly itchy response in her back. She also... had yet to notice the halo that slowly faded into view on top of her head: things that were all in response to the /stunt/ the angel had pulled on herself, her sister, and her mother.

A soft sob escaped her as she pulled a third feather out of her back. "Make it stop!"

Feathers. What the hell? Why in the hell would she be growing wings? The guy Demitria married did not have wings; why the hell would his grandchild be formulating wings? What sort of fuckery was shit.

"Hnnnnn! I don't want to turn into a bird!"

Neither do I, kiddo. But you dont see me freaking out.

Think she'll taste good deep fried? Original recipie, or extra cripsy?

A soft growl left him; it seemed the Network had jokes today.

Shut up. All of you, or you wont see dusk.

The sounds of mental scrambling; the equivalent of running the fuck out of head. He waited until the sounds of a door closing in his head was noted, and proceeded. A screaming child was not his forte.

"Make it stop!"

Tee. Hee. okay.

"I am the terror that flaps in the night..."

As he spoke, his body shifted, transforming as madness flowed through his body. It was simple; the power was always there, waiting, begging to be used. His skin took on a strange pattered the rose up and split, forming out dark feathers across his body.

"I am the vampire that gives you candy.."

His body shifted still, growing smaller and smaller until he was her height. His face twisted, his skull reshaping itself as his hair transformed into feathers.

"I am vengence!"

Lips pushed out, forming a orance and black bill, all to a comical effect. He wanted the child to laugh, to forget the problem for a moment while he figured out what to do about it.

"I am Darkwing Duck!"

Madness Form:

Her freaking out suddenly stopped and she stared as her grandfather's form began to change as he spoke. She slowly began to calm down, as laughter took over the fear that had been filling her mind moments before. A soft giggle escaped her at first, and then it grew louder. She reached up, wiping away a tear that had escaped her right eye in her confusion.

"You're silly, grandad."

She sniffled softly, the halo above her head beginning to glow brightly. She looked up at it and just stared. This was getting slightly creepier; but in a less scary fashion.

'But my father was a human...'

'He died right? He died saving us against... well, I can't remember what it was against, but he died.'

'Humans don't have halos... Angels have halos. Am I turning into an angel?'

'Was my dad an angel? Why did mommy tell me he was human?'

Her mental ramblings continued, her mind's shields momentarily dropped, so that the thoughts were easily able to be picked up on by anyone listening. And then.. that horrible itchy feeling stopped, replaced by a squirming one. She bent slightly and with a loud echoing crack two angelic wings fully formed, instantly, from her back. Loose feathers filled the air, floating around until gravity took hold and brought them drifting slowly down to the floor.

"Oh dear..."

Dez had heard the frightful scream of the child: and had known what it was about too. Amaranth had shared all of the juicy details of that letter that had been left for her father. A sigh escaped the red haired female as she turned the corner and came into view. Her lightning blue colored gaze took in Nanalie with wings and a halo, and then moved to Maxi. She needed to explain things before this got any more confusing.

Telepathically she sent to Maxi, not wanting to communicate out loud in front of the child and risk harming her in some way, "We need to talk, and this is the best way because of the circumstances. Did you know that Demitria had a guardian angel? Because I didn't, had no fucking clue until the angel did what it did. So, long story short... this angel has been behind the scenes watching the things Flynn keeps doing, like when he was asleep when Demitria was killed, or not around when she disappeared for four days to come here with the kids..."

She leaned her shoulder against the wall, keeping her gaze on Nanalie carefully, while communicating with Maxi. "So... here's the deal. He basically mind fucked your kid, and your grandchildren. Removed all traces of the memories from their minds, and destroyed them... then he went and removed every part of Flynn's DNA in the girls and replaced it with his own, which is why your grandchildren are currently sprouting wings and halos. To top that off... he put a block in their brains to where any attempt to give the memories back that he removed will result in well... it'll destroy both the person trying, and the person they're trying it to... None of us know who the guy is, he completely masked himself in every way, including mentally when he was mind fucking Demi and the kids, and he did it so fast there was no stopping him. My dad went to go check shit out, and you know how fast he is, and he couldn't find the guy, its like he exists but doesn't... he just found the letter the dude left behind."

"... And worse... Flynn's dead now. Amaranth found him the other day on her island, and after finding out that there was no point in telling Demitria given the circumstances, her island absorbed him, completely. So even if her memories can be given back.. it would be torture to hell and back for Demi and the girls to do so."

She stopped, braced for some violence and chaos to be unleashed, and prayed he didn't' go overboard. "Try not to loose your cool... Nanalie's been through enough, she doesn't need to see your rage, what she needs right now is to be surrounded by people who care, and kept safe... So this cannot happen again."

Angelic Physiology:

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The blistering white hot rage of a thousand suns. Someone had come in, and stepped into his daughter's head without permission, and removed her memories of her husband, Flynn. And what was worse... this person did the same to his grandchildren as well, in addition to removing the DNA of his from thier bodies, and had the fucking gall to replace it with his own?

Wrath. Pure fucking wrath.

A guardian angel? The fuck was this? Nah, this was pure fucking bullshit. Some Angel acting on his own accord, altering the lives of someone? The role of a Guardian Angel was to protect the charge from danger, not to innterupt thier lives. But this motherfucker...

Boundaries were crossed; there was no going back now. The only thing to do was to go forth, and move on to the next plan.

Somebody has to fucking die.

This shit was inexcusable, unforgiveable.

But this was Nanalie... He smiled down at the child, and calmed himself. Somewhat; this hallway would be stifling hot for the longest time. And as he calmed, something came to him, and with it, came the infamous smile. A cheshire grin. If that was even possible with a duck's bill.

Holding out his hand as his body shifted back to his normal form, he winked at Nanalie. "Can I have those feathers, dear?"

Nanalie picked up the few feathers that had fallen when her wings had fully come forth from her back, including the few she had pulled out that had blood on them. "Here grandad, but why do you want them? They're all yucky and covered in blood." She then looked towards Destiny, noticing her halo and wings.

"So.. does this mean I can fly now? Cause... I think that'd be kind of cool... 'cept my wings feel all weird, and I can even feel the air when I move them right now.."

She looked up above her head to the floating halo and stared at it a moment before she reached up and flicked it. A soft ding of a chiming sound came from it and she withdrew her hand quickly, giggling. She looked back towards her grandfather, still wondering what he was going to do with those feathers of hers.

Destiny watched as Maxi got angry, easily able to be picked up on as the hallway heated up, but then he seemed to calm himself in the face of his grandchild and she grinned. Good, she wouldn't have to worry about trying to stop him from breaking Darkman Tower and ending up getting her grandfather pissed off at him: an angry Darkman or even an angry Alec for that matter was something she didn't want to have to deal with.

She then turned her attention to Nanalie as she listened to the child speak about her wings. "You can fly, yes... but I'd give it a little bit. You're wings are going to be hyper sensitive for a little bit since this is the first time you've had them. But, it should go away within a few hours, or faster... you are your mother's child after all..."

She looked back to Maxi. "I'm going to go... got a few things I need to take care of... Keep an eye on her... I couldn't fly my first time when I tried, and the crash landing nearly broke my neck." With that said she turned around the corner and disappeared from sight, off to do whatever it was she had been doing when she heard Nanalie's scream.

-Exit-

The vampire chuckled as he took the feathers from her.

"For the moment, dear, get used to them. For now, would you like some candy? I might have a few bits in my suite."

A grin swept across her face and she nodded. "I want some candy!", she said excitedly. It was enough to distract her from the thought of her hyper sensitive wings, or the sudden desire she had to go up to the roof and try and fly: even though she knew they were a 1,000 floors up. Fearless... more of her mother showing with every passing second.

She went to follow her grandfather back to his suite when she suddenly paused. She tilted her head to the side, the way someone would if they were listening to something. She blinked several times over again and looked to her grandfather. "I heard people... in here, a lot of them, and all talking at once.", she raised a hand and tapped the side of her head a moment. "Only, it sounded like an old radio that wasn't tuned right... But now it's all gone." More than likely the angelic telepathy kicking in... or something else entirely. Lord knew what was happening in her mind and body now that her DNA had bee tampered with.

Voices eh? Was it starting already? The whispers, the madness of her blood? Lets not have her going crazy before she was ten. The child has seen so much as it was...

All of you, shut up. I dont want to hear it; you bitch, you're shunned.

"Ignore them, sweetling. Pay them no mind. Remember, the only voices you should listen to are your mother and I, as well as Mister Kane and his family, alright?" The male stepped quickly, passing through the doorway into his suite. Over to a side table, to the bowl of wrapped sweets that never seemed to empty. Lifting the bowl, he presented it to Nanalie, smiling still. "Take four, dear. Two for you, and two for Riley, alright?"

She followed her grandfather, listening to his words to her. That still didn't explain who the voices were, even if she wasn't supposed to listen to them. A giggle escaped her. "Okay, grandad. But, who are they?" She giggled again. "Some of them are kinda funny..." Her wings twitched as she followed her grandfather into his suite, already the hyper sensitivity wearing off, and the wings beginning to feel more like a part of her than some foreign matter as they had before.

She looked to the bowl, her lips turning into a small "o" shape as he said she could take two for herself and two for her sister. She picked out four, pocketing two in the right pocket of her dress and the other two on the left. "Thankies, thankies!"