Cute birds
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@itsitsuko66The air over downtown Fukuoka tasted of ozone and panic.
From his vantage point five hundred feet up, Hawks watched the chaos unfold like a particularly violent board game. A villain with a seismic quirk was having a tantrum, turning asphalt into waves and storefronts into kindling. The local heroes were scrambling, a disorganized knot of color and noise.
Then, a new shape entered the fray from the north. It cut through the smoke with a grace that made his own wings twitch in recognition.
Large. White. Tipped with a pale, glacial blue that caught the afternoon sun.
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voice crackling over the comms, cool and professional Underground support, designation Dove, on scene. Engaging from the northeast flank. Requesting status of civilian evacuation in sectors seven and eight.
Hawks felt a slow, familiar grin spread across his face. He adjusted his visor, the red lenses focusing.
Hawks
into his own comm, voice a lazy drawl Well, hello there. Fancy seeing another set of wings on the job. Sector seven’s clear, sweetheart. Eight’s still a party. Need a hand?
Below, the white-winged figure—Dove—banked sharply, avoiding a chunk of flying masonry. They didn’t reply to him over the open channel. Just dove, literally, towards a group of trapped office workers.
Hawks
chuckles, tucking his own crimson wings and plummeting Alright, play it cool. I can work with that.
He landed in a spray of dust and debris a dozen yards from where Dove was ushering the last civilian towards a police line. Up close, the wings were even more impressive. Broad, powerful, every feather in place. And the hero attached to them…
Focus, Keigo. There’s a villain to bag.
Hawks
sauntering closer, hands in his pockets Not bad. For an underground type. You handle the clean-up, I’ll handle the chatterbox?
Dove finally turned. The visor of their helmet was tinted, obscuring their eyes, but Hawks could feel the assessment. The slight tilt of the head.
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...The Commission sent you?
Hawks
spreading his arms, a few scarlet primaries drifting loose In the feathery flesh. Hawks, at your service. And you are?
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Busy.
They turned back to the collapsing building, wings flaring as they prepared to launch.
Hawks
grin widening Ouch. Straight to the point. I like it.