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Post by Unica Scarlett & Birdie on Dec 29, 2018 18:16:20 GMT
"Four thousand bits for a phone?" Yes, the price was steeper than Birdie was willing to pay for such an item, but it wasn't as expensive as she had originally thought. And yet, she was confident that folks would've paid a pretty penny for it. It looked new and shiny, as though Coolmon hadn't used it and was merely storing it away as something of a collector's piece: something to be stared at, admired from a distance, and dusted regularly. However, if that was the case, Coolmon probably would've put the phone in some kind of frame to be out on display, or at the very least, still in its original packaging. It was more likely that Coolmon did use it, but she handled it with care each time she did. After all, there were apparently some pretty fond memories attached to the phone.
Though it sounded like Coolmon had quite the interesting story to tell about obtaining her cellphone, Birdie had no interest in long, dreary stories that were not on a subject she herself was fascinated in. War stories, battle strategies, tips to get stronger. Those were things which captured her interest. Such mundane activities as going to a store to purchase a phone with a friend did not interest her. And so, for that exact reason, she didn't ask her acquaintance to elaborate.
In an unrelated way, Birdie thought she could understand what Coolmon was feeling. The feeling of sentimentality with a technological device. With a stretch of one's imagination, a Digivice was almost like a phone. The warm tone in Coolmon's voice when she spoke of her friend and the softening of her eyes when she remembered the "fun time" made Birdie's chest tighten... in envy, perhaps. No, there was no possible way she could've been jealous of such a relationship. In this world of eat-or-be-eaten, there was no such thing as real friends, just temporary allies to help one achieve a greater level of power.
And yet, there was something familiar about the whole thing. Coolmon's love in this moment resembled the feeling Birdie had experienced when she first laid eyes on the Digivice. It was a comforting aura, as though she had found a place where she could belong. It was what had caused her to stop trying to pick a fight with Coolmon and Astamon when they first met. It was difficult to explain, and it was difficult to understand, and so Birdie translated the emotions she felt into something other than what they actually were. The Digivice had reacted to the two partners coming together by sending electromagnetic waves between them, making that connection.
With some explanation, Unica understood that Birdie was her digital partner, someone who would always be there for her. "Like a sibling," her friends had told her. Birdie, on the other hand, with her firm, cold-hearted mindset, thought the connection and the term "partner" was nothing more than a means for her to get stronger. She had wanted love and respect for as long as she could remember, and now that she finally had some without having to force it out of people, she didn't know what to make of it. She hadn't bullied Unica into submission, she hadn't exactly forced Coolmon to bring her to the apartment... so why were they showing her such kindness? The girl had called Birdie pretty and the rabbit had given her some chocolate.
She couldn't understand and thinking about it more just made her head hurt. With a grunt, Birdie dropped the phone back into the dresser, making sure it landed on one of the scarves before sliding the drawer shut again. "This is been great and everything, but this place is kind of a bummer, so I'm gonna get going," Birdie grumbled while taking a few steps closer to the entryway. The truth was that she actually found Coolmon's apartment to be quaint and pleasant, but she had some things she needed to work out. Instead of just admitting that and thanking Coolmon for her hospitality, Birdie did what she knew best: insult people until they pushed her away.
Post by Ayaka and Coolmon on Dec 31, 2018 3:26:01 GMT
"Yeah, it was...pretty hefty. Thankfully it wasn't that bad." Coolmon scratched the back of her head like Birdie was scratching the screen of her phone. It almost hurt her soul! Though, she was kind of curious as to why Birdie looked like she was thinking -real- hard. What could a phone incite in the mind of a Biyomon who was kind of full of herself.
"Oh, you're leaving already? Do you need me to see you out?" Coolmon asked, none the wiser to Birdie's actually kind of genius stratagem of insulting people until she's pushed away. She just wanted to make sure this friend of a person she was friends with. She strolled on over to the doorway with a smile on her face.
Post by Unica Scarlett & Birdie on Dec 31, 2018 18:45:56 GMT
Coolmon's question about whether Birdie was leaving so soon was met with a simple, sharp nod of the head. The Biyomon had some things she needed to work through, and she preferred to do that alone. She was confused which made her vulnerable which made her feel weak. She hated feeling weak. It made her temperamental and aggressive, more so than she was on a regular basis. And so, when Coolmon asked to see out her friend, a smile plastered over her face as she did, Birdie couldn't help but feel her brows furrow together slightly in frustration. What did the rabbit have to be so happy about? She was probably feeling smug about having a nice door on her apartment, or an expensive phone, or a "friend." It seemed to Birdie that Coolmon was silently mocking her. "Look at how happy I am with all my scarves and chocolates and bits," the rabbit's smile seemed to say.
"Quit smiling so much or someone'll come along and smack it off that stupid face of yours," Birdie spat while approaching the doorway, the partially eaten candy bar still in her claws. As though to prove that she was still tough and that Coolmon couldn't take advantage of her in her current state of mental turmoil, Birdie purposefully went out of her way to bump against the pink rabbit with her shoulder. It wasn't hard enough to shove Coolmon to the ground, but it certainly wasn't light enough to be taken as an accident. It was clearly intentional. And yet, Birdie did not apologize and she did not linger long enough to be confronted about it. Without another word, she left the apartment and went to the lobby.
She walked quickly, as though in a rush to get back home. As cocky as she acted most days, she wasn't the type to recklessly throw her life away. She knew that real dangers lurked in Old Terminus, and she wasn't ready to die today. Once she was out of the building and back on the broken and cracked streets, Birdie glanced down at the chocolate in her wing and frowned. She had been a fool to accept such a gift from Coolmon. They weren't friends -- whatever that term meant -- and they weren't allies. What did the rabbit hope to gain by offering Birdie such a distasteful present? She threw the candy onto the ground and stomped on it a few times before attacking it with a barrage of pecks. Once she was finished with it, it was nothing more than a dark brown smudge on the ground with a wrapper stuck in the mush.
Pumped up and blinded with a strange mix of emotions, from anger to confusion to sadness, Birdie flapped her wings, lifted from the ground, and raced back home. She turned a corner, dashed through the air, and landed in her fourth floor apartment. The impact sent papers and feathers and other knickknacks flying, but she didn't seem to notice -- or, if she did, she didn't care. In fact, she grabbed the lunchbox that Unica had given her, smashed it on the ground, unlatching the clasp in the process and sending an array of food flying around the tiny, half-collapsed room. Once the faux metal was bent and could no longer close properly, Biride threw it from the shattered window.
In her tantrum, Birdie pulverized the apple, tore pages out of Unica's notebook, and pecked at her straw hat until it no longer resembled what it once was. It was only when she stomped on the bag of chips and it popped open that she stopped, startled by the sudden jarring noise. Frozen in place, Birdie stared at the bag and slowly lowered her head in an attempt to figure out what exactly had made that noise. At first, she thought that perhaps something was trapped inside the bag and she had harmed the creature by stepping on it. When she didn't see anything move, she grabbed the bag and pulled apart the opening before cocking her head and glancing down. There were no living creatures inside but merely some broken chips. They smelled salty and Birdie investigated by grabbing one and taking a bite. They were disgusting, so she threw it from her window.
She was left alone in her apartment. Her home looked trashed, her valuables were scattered, and destroyed gifts from Unica littered the floor. With a long, irritated sigh, Birdie began to clean up. She tossed the destroyed foods out of the window, reorganized her collections and the Varodurumon feather, scavenged the ribbon from the thing that used to be a straw hat, and worked diligently to press out the wrinkles in the notebook papers she had tore and crumpled. As she did this, Birdie thought about everything she had been through over the last few hours. Unica. Coolmon. Partners. Gifts. Why did thinking about it make her so angry? She concluded that the fault had to lie with others; as opposed to her own warped and damaged outlook. She reminded herself that it was her against the world; completely alone, only looking out for herself. Unica threw a wrench into the plan, but that was fine. She could use the girl. She could use that digivice.
Post by Ayaka and Coolmon on Jan 7, 2019 7:08:00 GMT
"...Then I'll smack 'em back!" Coolmon kind of snapped back at Birdie at that comment. Nobody was gonna tell her to stop smiling like that. Not if she could help it! But before she could say anything else? The bird had left, swiftly as she had made her presence known all the way back in the street.
Well, shoot. How was she expected to react to that? "Maybe I should think of better choices in friends..." The rabbit muttered to herself as she went to go tidy up her place a bit. Then, when she was done with that? She decided to go for another walk. Coolmon made sure to lock the door and went out to get some fresh...ish air.
Post by Unica Scarlett & Birdie on Jan 15, 2019 18:26:00 GMT
The clean-up process didn't take very long, as it mostly consisted of tossing broken belongings from the window and placing everything else in a neat pile at the back of the half-collapsed room. Once she was done with that, she had to decide what she ought to do next. It seemed reasonable to think that she would stay home and rest, since her day had been filled with activity and she was most likely acting out partially as a result of being so exhausted. And yet, a flicker of rage kept her from sitting still. After having come to the conclusion that Coolmon must've only showed some kindness in an attempt to get something from her, Birdie felt it was only right to return the favor. She wouldn't be so easily manipulated. If Coolmon thought that a chocolate bar and some smiles were enough to lower Birdie's defenses, she was dead wrong.
Birdie had no plan as she flew from her hovel and glided back toward Coolmon's apartment complex. She wanted to make the rabbit pay for trying to trick her, but she wasn't entirely sure how to go about accomplishing her goal. With a few rapid flaps of her wings, she lowered herself to the building's front entrance and hurriedly made her way through the ruined front lobby. Within a matter of seconds, she was at Coolmon's fancy new door. She jostled the handle, immediately remembering the lock in the process, and proceeded to tackle the door with the full force of her body. It rattled but didn't break. "Open up, Long-Ears!" Birdie shouted while picking herself up and attacking the wood with a barrage of pecks and slashes. Unfortunately for her, she was only able to leave a few scratch-marks behind in the process.
"That's it," Birdie spat, taking a few steps back to prepare herself for another attack. "Spiral Wing!" she cried out as she leaped into the air and cartwheeled toward the door. As her body spun through the air, a small tornado appeared around her, causing her to spin faster and creating a greater air current. By the time she made it to the door, Birdie's body looked like a nothing more than a pink blur in the center of a three-foot tall vortex. As she slammed into the door, the force of her body and the pressurized air flow made Coolmon's door snap off its hinges. Splinters flew across the room as a result of the door frame being completely destroyed in places. Once she was inside, Birdie didn't slow her attack. She whipped through the apartment, breaking furniture, tossing scarves, and shattering the lamp.
It was only when she stopped her attack that she realized Coolmon was not home. This realization only stoked Birdie's anger, however. She had oped to shove the rabbit around a little and show that she couldn't be persuaded with a promise of "friendship," but Coolmon didn't even have the fortitude to face her -- nevermind the fact that Coolmon had no way of knowing that Birdie had planned on returning to pick a fight. The Biyomon half considered staying and waiting for the rabbit to come back home, but then she was struck with an even better idea. Without wasting a single moment, Birdie raced over to the dresser, which was toppled onto its side, many of its drawers pulled free from the base and all of its contents scattered. She searched the area for a brief moment before finally finding it. The phone.
With a devious smirk, Birdie grabbed the phone with her talons and began to fly, eager to leave before Coolmon came back. For some reason, Birdie found a sick pleasure in imagining the rabbit Digimon returning home to find that her apartment had been broken into, all of her belongings were tossed about, and her most prized position was missing. It was an even better outcome than picking a literal fight with Coolmon. "That'll teach her," Birdie grumbled as she flew away from the complex and toward her own apartment, "'Friends' are only there to use you." She chuckled slightly at the irony of her own words. Perhaps, given that definition of the word, she and Coolmon really were friends; after all, Birdie had used Coolmon to attain a phone. She was the better one of the two, she thought, since she was the one who managed to strike first.
Post by Ayaka and Coolmon on Jan 18, 2019 6:40:40 GMT
How unfortunate that Birdie busted into Coolmon's home, ravaged the area and stole her phone. That surely wouldn't come back to bite her at all. A couple of minutes, maybe ten, after Birdie's 'visit', Coolmon returned from her walk to find her door...missing. No, really, like someone had blown it off entirely. Alright, that was already fishy. Coolmon gulped as she stepped into the apartment to find it trashed.
Note, of course, how there was no visible reaction from her just yet. The rabbit slowly waded through the chaos to assess if everything was still there. Naturally, no. Not everything was there. Whoever broke in had obviously found and taken the phone. This wasn't to say Coolmon was at all complacent with this.
No, she wasn't complacent with this in the slightest. Several thoughts began to race through her head. Thoughts on who might have done this (obviously the person you invited in like a fucking moron, of course,) and slightly darker thoughts. Like how she wanted to hurt whoever took her phone.
Anger was mounting. Anger was mounting quickly. So, Coolmon quickly exited her apartment and the building. Where did she meet Birdie before? Near that partially collapse building.
Okay. Let's go there, then. With a rather passive expression, the rabbit set off.
Post by Unica Scarlett & Birdie on Jan 18, 2019 17:08:34 GMT
Birdie didn't know if she had left anything behind to reveal herself as the culprit responsible for breaking into Coolmon's home and stealing the phone, and she didn't know if Coolmon would've been able to connect the dots enough to know what exactly happened. After all, she was too nice and she gave people the benefit of the doubt more often than note, so it was possible that she never would've accepted the truth of Birdie's cruel nature. That, of course, was a gross simplification of Coolmon's person, but that's exactly how Birdie perceived the situation. It didn't much matter to the Biyomon whether or not the Cutemon discovered she was responsible; she had something better now. Not only did she have a brand new phone, but she also had revenge with no repercussions. It would have been sweeter to see Coolmon's face when she returned home to find everything in ruin, and it would've been more relieving to have the chaos assigned to herself, but this was fine too. As far as she was aware, she had gotten away with the crime.
Partially due of her own curiosity, Birdie sat in her apartment, fiddling with the phone instead of heading straight into the city. Originally, she planned to delete all traces of Coolmon from the phone then head to the street to sell it. However, she got distracted by one of the phone's apps, a stupid little game where the player would tap on the screen to make a pixelated Puwamon fly between sets of pipes. After hitting a high score and dying a sixth time, Birdie quit with a huff. If there were any other gaming apps, Birdie didn't bother trying them out. Instead, she simply mass-deleted all the files that Coolmon had downloaded, leaving only the default applications on the screen. The next logical place to go, in Birdie's opinion, was the phone's camera roll. If she was being honest with herself, Birdie didn't know what she expected to find there, but she certainly wasn't expecting selfies, pictures of a Scolomon, and photos of the sky. Birdie wondered if this was the reason why Coolmon was so sentimental about the phone. Without hesitation, unburdened by the prospect of what she was doing, Birdie scrolled through the images and deleted each photo, one by one.
Post by Ayaka and Coolmon on Jan 19, 2019 9:58:09 GMT
Coolmon wasn't stupid. She might be a bad judge of character but she was far from an idiot. The pace the rabbit took as she headed to where she had initially encountered Birdie, near that...collapsed building? It was calm. As though she knew exactly where she was headed to.
Naturally, the place was vacant, but...Coolmon figured she could draw the bird out. Ask a few questions. Probably engage in a fight that won't get held up by a cute mobster Astamon. The rabbit didn't need to steel herself. She just inhaled, before she shouted at the top of her lungs.
"HEY, BIRDIE, BET YOU DON'T HAVE THE NADS TO COME OUT HERE LIKE A REAL 'MON INSTEAD OF A COWARD. GET OUT HERE, TURDIE."
Post by Unica Scarlett & Birdie on Jan 30, 2019 22:36:34 GMT
A crimson claw lingered centimeters above the delete button, but stopped suddenly at the sound of a familiar female's voice hollering from outside the window. It was Coolmon, unmistakably, and she sounded enraged. Something about that fact made Birdie smirk and and tap the delete button regardless. Moments later, she turned off the phone and appeared at the shattered window, peering down at the pink fluff-ball four floors below. The Biyomon cocked her head to one side as she listened to Coolmon's proclamation, which was really more of a challenge on Birdie's bravery than a real accusation about her being a thief, followed by a less-than-offense play on her name.
Birdie had yet to really develop a connection with the name, Birdie, that Unica had given her in the few minutes they spoke, so "Turdie" was no more impactful than if Coolmon had called her a "poopy-head." With a smug grin, Birdie flapped her wings and glided down to the street below. "What's shakin', Long-Ears?" she chirped acrimoniously as she swooped mere inches above Coolmon's head before gaining altitude again. She was highly tempted to slash at the rabbit's ears the way she had done previously, but she didn't dare get that close. Not that she was scared, of course! It was just because she didn't feel like it.
"Lose something?" she whistled as she circled over Coolmon's head like a vulture having spotted a long-dead meal. Even if Coolmon hadn't been aware that her phone was stolen, Birdie's diction and tone made it glaringly obvious that she had taken something of high value. This was an intentional choice, as Birdie wanted the Cutemon to know who was responsible. "This is what friends will get you, a world of hurt and betrayal. You'd be better off watching your own back," she considered saying, though she ultimately decided against it. She didn't need to spell it out; after this encounter, Coolmon would be hard-pressed to still call Birdie a friend.
Post by Ayaka and Coolmon on Jan 31, 2019 4:05:11 GMT
Now that Coolmon thought it about it? This might just be the rage talking, but holy crap, Birdie's attitude was grating. Either way, the bird had shown herself. The rabbit, while actually shaking with anger, decided to cut right to the chase. She was never one for small talk.
"How about you cut the crap and give me my damn phone back? You're the only one who'd know where I leave it, so obviously you're the moron that broke into my apartment. After I decided to -give you food- out of the kindness of my heart, too! You're a third-rate friend, and a fourth-rate partner, asshole!"
Post by Unica Scarlett & Birdie on Feb 4, 2019 21:01:33 GMT
Yikes! For a moment, Birdie was taken aback by Coolmon's tone. There was a sharpness to it, a bite from an unseen blade, cutting deep and causing a moment's hesitation to pass over the Biyomon. She shouldn't have been surprised by the rabbit's attitude, but she was. She knew full well, from first-hand experience, that there was more to Coolmon than met the eye. There was an anger and sadness there that laid dormant and was disguised by a layer of compassion and friendless, veiled by trickery. It wasn't intentional trickery, or so Birdie thought at first, but trickery nonetheless in the form of innocence. Coolmon hadn't previously flaunted her strength, so Birdie foolishly assumed that was a sign of weakness. Long-Ears is weak which is why she backs down from fights and doesn't try to engage in confrontation with others, Birdie thought.
And yet, gliding there, above Coolmon, Birdie knew she had made an error in her judgement. Within a matter of seconds, she was able to shake the thought from her mind. Just because Long-Ears talked a big game now, in this moment, didn't mean she was any stronger. Rage made a Digimon blind, disadvantaged with a one-track mind. If anything, stealing the phone and angering the Cutemon put Birdie at an advantage... right? The curses and cruel tone and furrowed brows had a dull sting to them but it wasn't anything Birdie hadn't heard before, save for the bit about her being a "fourth-rate partner." That line was new. Perhaps in an attempt to save face, or perhaps because the rant proved to her that Coolmon had learned her lesson, Birdie began to laugh, all the while gliding in lazy circles above Coolmon's head.
That was it. Right there. What Coolmon was experiencing in that very moment was what Birdie felt every hour of every day of her life. A perpetual sense of betrayal and hatred, to the point where she became paranoid and confused by the very prospect of having a real ally. Yes, living this way led to moral ambiguity, but Birdie couldn't simply change her mindset with a compliment and a candy bar. As far as she knew, she had been in the right all along and Coolmon was only just now beginning to experience the sting of reality as well. "Moron. Asshole," Birdie repeated, "If I am then why'd you trust me? Sounds like you're the moron here, Long-Ears."
Her squawking laughter bounced off the abandoned buildings and echoed down the streets of Old Terminus, making it almost sound as if other Digimon, hiding in the shadows of the alleyways and crumbled buildings, were laughing at the rabbit as well. "Why don't you go cry to that Scolomon about it. Ain't that what friends are for?" she flapped a few times before landing on a nearby signpost. Birdie tapped her claws against her beak and glanced up at the sky in mock concentration. "Ooh, unless your friend isn't around anymore." She looked back at the Coolmon in the street a few feet below. With a shrug and a devious grin spread over her face, she added, "It'd explain why you're so attached to the stupid phone. The pictures are all you have left of them, isn't it?" It honestly didn't matter to Birdie whether or not she was right, she was just trying to get under Coolmon's skin by using the one thing Coolmon seemed to value over all else: her friends.
Post by Ayaka and Coolmon on Feb 5, 2019 4:17:38 GMT
Coolmon was starting to see red. Genuine red. "Because I was stupid enough to think you had a shred of character, chicken strips." Wisps of data started to flare up from around the rabbit. One in number. Then two. Then three. More only came with each word Birdie said about Rinji.
Until ten became a hundred. Until the bird dared to suggest that her Rinji wasn't around anymore. How DARE she imply that.
Birdie was right about one thing. Stealing the phone angered Coolmon. Rage did put someone at a disadvantage. However, that someone was not Coolmon. The Cutemon was engulfed in a bright, blinding light, before she was promptly replaced with a pink Pucchiemon. One with a stone cold expression rather than a smile on her face. "I'm going to snap your Yggdrasil-damned beak off." The champion-level snarled as she balled up her fist and sprang up from the ground, towards Birdie. The intent to strike her with that fist was there and the Pucchiemon was moving fast.
Post by Unica Scarlett & Birdie on Feb 5, 2019 19:04:24 GMT
Birdie had witnessed Digimon evolve before. She herself had evolved once, long ago when she still lived in the Village of Beginnings, so the concept of digivolution was not foreign to her. Needless to say, the evolution itself was not the reason why her eyes widened ever so slightly at the sight of data flaking around Coolmon's body. What was surprising was the fact that the rabbit was not just a rookie, as Birdie had previously assumed, but had access to a champion form. Coolmon's humble attitude had proved to be truly deceitful. It pissed Birdie off, though she told herself that she'd never make the same mistake of underestimating others again, however unlikely a promise that was.
As Coolmon's body began to glow, Birdie stood at her full height and spread her wings out to either side, revealing the large purple eye-shaped markings on the downy feathers underneath. "Hit a nerve, didn't I?" the Biyomon whistled in response to the Coolmon transforming into a Pucchiemon. Upon seeing the large rabbit ball her hand into a tight, white-knuckled fist, Birdie flapped her wings a single time. The attack was coming. Birdie's eyes scanned the rabbit's body for any subtle movements that could tell her what was going to happen next. As soon as Cutemon spoke up, threatening to snap Birdie's beak off, she flapped her wings again, launching herself into the air from the signpost just in time to avoid to incoming attack.
Damn, Cutemon was fast, but not fast enough. Birdie had long since perfected the art of dodging, which unfortunately often gained her such labels as "coward," but was the primary factor for why Birdie was alive today, regardless of her reckless and combative nature. "Pathetic. You're too slow. Too weak," she mocked as she zipped through the air, distancing herself from the now berserk Pucchiemon. She didn't need to say what she thought: that friendships and Coolmon's compassion toward others, especially humans, was the source of her weakness. It was implied. Birdie had already made her point, and now she was merely basking in her success.
Birdie fluttered in place roughly ten feet about Cutemon, prepared to glide away again if the rabbit chose to attack again. Long-range or melee attacks, it didn't matter, she was ready and she had the upper ground. She had the advantage of distance to allow her plenty of time to react, her keen sight allowed her to pick up on subtleties before an attack, and her speed would prove to be a challenge. The only thing that would even had a chance of landing was - oh, I don't know - some kind of mental, invisible, or otherwise stun-slash-disorienting attack. But, honestly, what was the likelihood that Pucchiemon had such an attack?
Post by Ayaka and Coolmon on Feb 5, 2019 19:19:49 GMT
D'oh! She missed. That was okay, though. Acceptable. Kind of. Not really. She couldn't afford to be messing around here.
The Pucchiemon knew exactly what she needed to do, though. She grabbed the signpost and used it's momentum to throw herself back near where she jumped from. Now, Pucchiemon and Cutemon both possessed similar moves. Healing. Physical moves. A barrier in the case of the former (that may or may not need a rebalance), but there was one move that both forms had.
A move that Cutemon as a SPECIES in particular was known for.
"And you're small. Pathetic." Coolmon uttered before she turned towards Birdie and let out a bloodcurdling, ear-piercing shriek. One that echoed throughout Old Terminus akin to an angry roar. That was Pucchiemon's Hypersonic Wave. And Birdie was unfortunately at the center of it.
Post by Unica Scarlett & Birdie on Feb 5, 2019 19:44:14 GMT
The scream, like a banshee wailing for her loved one's return from the grave, caught Birdie off guard and instantly disoriented her. Ears ringing, head throbbing, and balance thrown for a loop. The Biyomon fought against the urge to raise her hands and cover her ears to block out the sound, but doing so would've caused her to plummet to the ground below. And yet, she couldn't fly away. Where would she even fly to? Everything was spinning and her head hurt too much to concentrate. Before she could think of what she ought to do, her body slammed against the ground. As her body collided with the broken pavement of Old Terminus, Birdie let out a cry of pain and fear, instantly regretting her decision to pick a fight with Coolmon.
Standing seemed like too much trouble, especially given the fact that she was still seeing stars, so she instead lifted her wings and covered her ears in an attempt to stop the ringing that persisted even after Coolmon had finished her Hypersonic Wave. She couldn't remember what she was doing before being blasted by the ear-piercing screech. Where exactly what she? Why was she being attacked? Ugh, it hurt too much to think. With a groan, Birdie squinted her eyes into narrow slits of blue in an attempt to limit the amount of stimulus that her body had to deal with. She wanted to close her eyes altogether, but something deep down told her that she couldn't risk it right now. She was being attacked and she needed to remain alert... even though it proved difficult.