Venom Avian

[buildingproblem.livejournal.com]

[ The camera turns on to a loud Boom and a cloud of smoke exploding out into a corridor on the Satellite.

Coughing, Harry quickly makes his way through it, waving his hand in front of him and covering his mouth. Once he's suitably clear, he looks around, and spots Cambot with a exasperated expression.]

Okay folks, we may have a slight situation developing up here. So, apparently some wise guy decided to mess around with the food processor at some point, because I'm pretty sure giant venomous roosters are not the usual lunch special!

[Of course, there's the question about what Harry was doing on this level in the first place, which he'd be more than happy to enlighten you all on, if not for the rather ominous shadows now emerging from the smoke like a pack of some long dead predators.

Long dead predators that happened to be just under three feet tall. Which is still technically giant for a rooster. Also, there's the long vampire-esque fangs emerging from their beaks and dripping with venom. Now, sure the fact that other than the fangs and their height these roosters look indistinguishable from other poultry may make said incisors seem more absurd than intimidating, but that is because unlike poor Harry you have a screen between you and them.]

Clever girl. [Backing slowly away, his voice rising] Um, so yeah, I...may need some help. Given that somebody decided to take away my ability to Kentucky Fry these guys with a thought. And my gun. Not that I want to be a whiner or anything, I'm just saying I could really use a weapon right now!

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[buildingproblem.livejournal.com]

[He just has to gape at that. This had to be an act. There was just no other possible explina-

Then something slams into him hard enough to send him into the wall, a sharp spur drawing a line of blood across his cheek. Oh, right, other chicken.

Harry feels a rather sudden flash of frustration, not just at being attacked by his dinner, but at this whole situation being stuck here, and while he might not be a super strong marital artists, he's got the sort of brawling skills that come from countless fights for his life against things way stronger than he is.

The long and short being, Rooster beak? Meet Harry's fist. The things head snaps to the side, and reaching down Harry grabs it by the legs, lifting it up like he did its smaller brethren on his teacher's farm all those years ago, bringing it down several times against the floor before it stills.]

I say, I say, what's the big idea son!

[Taking a breath, he glanced back at Minako, standing there innocent as could be.]

You just impaled a monster to the wall with a fork. Without trying.

[verygassy.livejournal.com]

[Well, duh. It's an act. Not that she's going to let it up, either. Blink blink.]

Huh. I guess I did! All those fighting video games over the years are finally paying off!

[buildingproblem.livejournal.com]

[Clever girl indeed. Then again, Harry isn't a wizard PI for nothing]

Uh huh. Well you up up down down left righted their feathered backsides all over the hall.

[stepping over the rooster, and keeping his eyes peeled for any others that might be lurking around, he reached over to pat Minako gratefully on the shoulder]

Not bad for a totally normal girl.

[verygassy.livejournal.com]

Aaaa! Eeehee, thank you~ And you're welcome!

[And it's not called a secret identity for nothing, Harry. ;D]

[buildingproblem.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he's read plenty of comic books, but it is a detective's job to find secrets.]

You're welcome. Now, I'm going to make sure there aren't more of these things.