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[chirpchirp]

< what is this strange place? what is this? what is that? why is it not brown? or gold? or made of stone? what are these big green things above its head? what is that? where is the temple? wait, where is the buddy? >

♪? ♪♪ ♪~!!

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no answer? try again and louder this time>

♪~~~~!

< hm...alone? okay, then time to find a new buddy! >

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[the traveler has appeared on the edge of town along the road. anyone in the surrounding buildings may have heard it chirping and calling out as it runs toward the town square. and anyone it encounters along the way will have a close to three foot tall red cloaked creature running circles around them.

ooc; an example of the tonal chirps can be found here on a youtube let's play]

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[chirpchirp]

[Hearing a sound, the traveler perks up and picks itself up off the ground. It looks around, chirping curiously.]

♪~

<where are you? where? let's travel! where are you?>

♪ ♪ ♪~

<3!

[selfhelp]

[Billy lifts a brow, seeing that the little creature is seeking something out now. Since he suspects it's him (there's not much else around, unless it's tracking a bird now) he kicks his legs over the side of the bench he'd been stretched out on and raps his knuckles against the hollow metal rail, making a low, resonating noise to echo the traveler's chirp.

♪~]

♫

[chirpchirp]

!!

[The traveler stops and looks in Billy's direction.

It stares for a moment and then starts chirping even more, running toward him.]

♫♪♫♪♪♫♫　♪♪♫

[selfhelp]

[Good god, could this thing get any cuter? Billy has no idea what he could possibly saying with the bench- for all he knows, he could be mouthing off about its mother and the little guy's going to smother him with that cape any second now. Or he could be making a whole lot of noise and it just sounds nice.

Either way, he offers up a smile and knocks on the rail a few more times, matching the pattern of the notes he'd heard.]

♫♪♫♪♪♫♫ ♪♪♫ ?

[chirpchirp]

[When the traveler reaches the bench, it looks at it, pressing its face close to the thing and chirps again. Billy, you made it think the bench was talking to it.]

♫♫♪　♪　♫♫　♪?

[selfhelp]

[...He's going to die of cute, isn't he.

Yep, definitely going to die of cute. He lowers his hand to try and wave it in front of the traveler's face, curious.]

Hey, up here!

[chirpchirp]

[proooooobably

the traveler looks up and tweets at this new stranger.]

♫♫~

[selfhelp]

[Oh god. No. He can't handle it.]

...Hi. Am I right to assume that you can't talk without that chirping thing?

[chirpchirp]

[the traveler tilts its head to the side]

♩♬

[selfhelp]

[...He didn't really understand that at all 8D;; Let's see... maybe if he narrows it down.]

Okay, uh... chirp twice if you understand what I'm saying.

[Which sounds dumb in a land where everyone comes equipped with auto-translate, but he just wants to be sure. He's never met anyone that didn't actually talk.]

[chirpchirp]

[Does the traveler understand?

...Somewhat. Not really, but it can somewhat understand what people are saying. It can get the gist of it, but really, language isn't its thing. It looks up at Billy and then moves closer to his feet, sitting down on them.]

♩♩

[selfhelp]

[kjhfadsf awwwwww, it's sitting on his feet. Billy is quite suddenly reminded of the times he visited a friend's house and the family cat decided it loved him, curling up on whatever part of his body was accessible or pawing at his leg for attention. The memory just makes it that much cuter.

Billy grins, leaning in a little, and stretches a hand behind his back, pointing to the blue-and-white wings visible over his shoulder, humming faintly to test if he gets a response. Has he seen wings yet? Are they visible?]

[chirpchirp]

[It stands up and looks where Billy is pointing, tilting his head.

Is that his scarf? They look like wings. Like....fluffy wings. It climbs up onto the bench to look closer at Billy's back.

After a second, it chirps at the wings, wondering if they'll chirp back.]

♩?

[selfhelp]

[Well, they certainly don't chirp, but they do flutter a little, and Billy hums again, treating it like something of a game- so it might seem like they chimed. A bit. Depends on how perceptive the traveler is.]

[chirpchirp]

!!

[It chirps again at the wings and tries to nuzzle them. this traveler is amazing!!! everything he touches comes to liiiiife!]

[selfhelp]

[Oh god, the cute, he can't handle it. Billy ruffles his wings at the touch, humming again. Just what kind of conversation are they having?]

[chirpchirp]

[aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!

the traveler trills happily at the wings and then sidles up to them, sitting down to be closer to them.

;A; friends! be my friend!!!]

[selfhelp]

[He hums again, rolling his shoulders, letting the movement shuffle the wings. He's so- so energized by the wings. It's adorable. He's never seen anything made so happy so easily, just by hearing a simple noise.

It's refreshing, in the middle of a complicated-as-ever life.]

Haven't you got a pair of your own?

[chirpchirp]

[it hears sound from the front and looks up at Billy. there are indeed wings on its back - dark red like its cloak - but it can't see them and it doesn't seem too concerned or even aware they are there]

♩♩ ♩?

[selfhelp]

[Oho, he noticed. Billy's lips quirk into a brief smile, then he shifts the sound into a whistle instead, to see if he's more perceptive to that. So many options! Communicating via sound is so cool- it would be even if he wasn't a music nerd. Which he is, thankfully.]

[chirpchirp]

♩～～～～～!

[it lets out an echoing hum and hops down off the bench, running around so it can look up at Billy. hello strange whistling person, hello!!! ]

♩♬　♩　♬♪　♬！

[selfhelp]

[Billy lifts a hand to wave, doing his best to repeat the sound back to the creature in whistles first before he speaks up.]

I guess you can't really tell me your name... I could give you one?

[chirpchirp]

♪♩~

[a name~ people here sure seem particular about names. it hums and bobs back and forth in front of billy, just content to be talking to someone]

♩♩♪♩

[selfhelp]

Well, I've gotta call you something, because "hey you" just isn't cool. Hmmm~

[Another hum, half for the traveler's sake, and half to give himself a moment's thought, then he smiles faintly.]

You're about as short as a hobbit, even if you barely have any feet... so unless you've got something better, I'll just call you Pippin. He liked to sing, and he was my favourite... um... whatever, it's not that geeky. --Any protests?

[Look, it's totally a great honour to be named after a most fantastic hobbit, okay.]

[chirpchirp]

[....LMAO BEST NAME EVER.

the traveler doesn't understand the awesome of its new name and tilts its head, then runs in a circle, chasing its scarf]

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