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[velocityraptor]

Type: Text
Sender ID: velocityraptor (Hawks)
To: General Public
Subject: Small PSA
Warnings: None


If you see the big not-quite-a-bird in the sky circling around please don't shoot.

I mean. You're not going to hit me, but it's kinda rude.

Also, I'm Hawks. If you need anything at all, just let me know.

Comments

[velocityraptor]

[ Positively dangerous indeed. If only people knew everything he could with these feathers. This? This is just a party trick. ]

Oh that's just the assistants who do makeup. My fans are...something else too. They do tug on the wings to make sure they're real. Some do try and keep feathers, hard to do when I can call them back though, and I've been groped more than once.

[ Hawks just has to put up with that, it's little wonder he spends much of his time in the air. ]

Thank god! [ Hawks cheers, throwing up his arms. ] Maybe the other pros will stop calling me a kid! [ He grins. ] I'm twenty-three, so uh, I guess college, that's what normal people do.

[general_affairs]

[ Something of that caliber is up to the ingenuity of the user. Even basic grunts could be dangerous with something like that, but in better hands? Not something he'd want to deal with. ]

Ah, riiiiight, right. Cause playing tag with the sound barrier isn't proof enough, I guess. Gotta try and snatch a few. Yeah--definitely don't envy that. Sucks you gotta put up with it, though.

[ Sympathy was all that could be offered on the matter, and perhaps the small comfort of understanding, even if not from a first-person perspective. The outburst made him cock his head, then snort with a laugh. ]

Nah, you're still gonna be stuck with it! That's just how it works, yo. I wouldn't say it's a bad thing, though. Someone's gotta be around to keep people from getting stuck up their own asses.

[ He shifted, going from leaning over the rail to instead turning his back to it, letting his elbows hang off of it. ]

[velocityraptor]

[ Fortunately at the moment they aren't adversaries and aside from perhaps one day tickling Reno lightly with a feather, he has no plans on turning his quirk on the other man. ]

I gave one to someone already. I detached my connection though, they're a scientist, last thing I need is to feel them stripping the barbs off the shaft. No thank you. [ He hums, there's a few reasons he'd give people feathers. Them being fans are not one of them. ]

Yeah, stuck watching my image. Don't need my handler having a fit because I lost my temper. I'm better than that.

[ Hawks looks potentially awkward, the way he's perched on the balls of his feet at Reno's side, but he's actually very comfortable like that. Bird traits are weird.

He chuckles. ]

I crashed into the charts at eighteen, set a bunch of records and they never let me forget it.