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Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

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Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

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Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

You gonna finish your post Ju~?

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

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The Gift of the Gods

The she-giant was not as tall as her ancestors, but she was quiet impressive anyway. Her hair was dark and shorn short, but soft and never seemed to get too messy. Her features were those of a sculpture's enthusiasm in marble, though not as nearly as delicate towards her femininity. But this did not mean she looked harsh or cold. Instead she just appeared stately and strong. If anything it just gave her more of a wise look. And it was her sharp piercing eyes that could attest to that. But she smiled down at the Avian male.

The little fae fluttered her wings and the ugly crow kept a wary eye on this new creature. Shoma saw the Avian put aside his weapon and she took hers, effortlessly plunging it into the rock of the mountain. The mountain trembled and she smile almost a bit sheepishly. A towering triple bladed sword jutting from the rock, a shield that reflected its surroundings was sticking out of the rock near it. It had only been the reflection of its kin that had drawn attention to the massive skull shaped shield, it’s teeth sunken deep in earth, like the fangs of a vicious beast.

But the weapons’ mistress was calmly entertaining the excited fae, letting her play swinging and leaping games from her fingers. Jar clacked his beak a few times when the Avian glided up to perch in the tree by them. Shoma caught him peering curiously at her, as she had done to him before and smiled to herself. “Nay, tis fine,” she chuckled quietly, “Ye’d be among the few who’ve yet to run screamin’ from mae. Humans think I’d eat their bones or some such foolishness.” The crow crossed to her other shoulder to sit almost protectively between her and the Avian.

“Ye’d think the knowledge that mae kind only eat bones of the grass-eaters would soothe them,” she shrugged. Shoma glanced up at him again and let her chuckle rumble away. “And it’d be the first time I’ve seen a living Avian Kind. Our paintings nary do ye justice.” But as she was about to introduce herself something fell right on her lap. Dusted with rubble, the crow and fae had taken refuge with the Avian, till she shook out her hair and brushed the rock from her armored shoulders. Looking down, a bit curious and rather surprised, Shoma’s chiseled stone-like features turned into a sculpted mask of slight confusion.

“Tis well, Human,” she said calmly enough, “Though with yer kind’s soft body, I do wonder why you’d ever think it’d be a Golden idea to slide down the side of a mountain such as this. Would not a soft hill be better for your health?” But she was smirking slightly. She could hardly help it, even though she knew his real reason for falling had most likely been her own fault. Jar and Tin peered curiously but cautiously down at the human, though the she-giant had managed to become a bit more gentle in her treatment of their drop-in guest.

“‘Fell’ indeed, Soft Flesh,” she stifled a laugh, but looked to Tin and gave her some sort of signal, “As I was about to tell Feathered One, I am called Shoma Othea. This is Jar,” the large one-eyed bird gave a crooning caw, “and this be little Tin.” The fairy fluttered down to sit on the human’s head, holding a small satchel in front of his face. “Take the food offering, Human, for you shall need your energy to bind the weakened flesh,” the she-giant relaxed against the mountain side, “Now, Avian. Ask me those questions ye have. Tis been while since I’ve had a good conversation. Mae wee friends here are nary so chatty.”

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

Red 2, ready ta' rumble~

The Gift of the Gods

Well she harder to hurt than most, what with her advanced armor. But as a woman of technology, I'm sure she'd be able to figure out a way to get healed one way or another. It would just take a bit longer than most creatures to heal. With a giant body, skin and born more akin to mountain stone than tender flesh, it takes a loooong time to heal.

The Gift of the Gods

Ah such is life when you are more giant than all others. There must be a lot of apologizing when you are a giant...

The Gift of the Gods

Jar swooped down, cawing in the face of the avian that had found them. The large ugly one eyed bird's crackling steel hard voice was enough to get the attentions of the giantess. But as her head turned, she peered curiously at the creature her winged companion found peering back at her. With a sharp whistle, one more loud than any a horn could make, the ugly bird stopped his furious cawing. Instead he turned in his pattering flurry and swooped down to rest upon her high ledge of shoulder. In her sleek black armor, with her strange weapons and contraptions, she wonder just what she might look to this tiny avian humanoid. Halting her feets' steady pound, her chisel stone feature softened slightly into a smile.

"Apologies, Feather One," her voice held that kind of intimidating rumble one might of expected had a thunderstorm spoke in words, or the crashing waves might have when speaking, "I oft' forget ye smaller ones are about and no' as durable as me. I forget mae self at times." She quieted her voice, so she might not blow him off the side of the mountain. T'would be sad indeed if she scared off the first Avian Kind she had met in her travels. Ah, the stories she had heard about their kind... Of course in the stories they were always more bird than man, but it had been well a hundred years since her people at run across his. Time changed, as she knew too well.

"Jar and Tin are the only one about mae," she coaxed softly, showing her hands were empty and that she meant no hard, "Jar's an old mangy bird, but he's right harmless. Tin is shy, as her kind usually be. We mean ye nay any harm." Putting out a large hand, she beaconed the odd little creature to come towards, as a human might towards a skittish animal. She was curious of the avian. Stories and paintings, yes, she knew of their kind, but they were more a mystery than anything. Like how the horse upon the ground knew of the circle birds in the sky, but did not know of what they might do or act or look like up close. The little fae had hid herself in Shoma's hair at Jar's cawing, but now her little head peeked out of the dark to peer with innocent curiosity at the other.

The little light almost completely pure white, flittered forwards hesitantly. But then as quick as a little bee, she was hovering in front of the avian, large depthless black eyes gazing at him silently. A redish scar crossed jaggedly down the little fae, her antler-like antennae and pure little form tainted in its beauty by the scarred violence. Fae were a vain kind, mischievous and often a bit hellish, but even little Tin's kind had standards. And with her scar and muteness, she had been cast out, like any animals pack would do of its weakest link. But little Tin smiled something sweeter than raspberry juice and tugged lightly at the avian creature's chin before flitting back to the giantess. Shoma chuckled softly. To her it was barely a whisper of a chuckle, but to the smaller kind it was a deep rumble, like a far away rockslide down a mountain.

The Gift of the Gods

She's just innocently kicking her feet against the mountain, but since she's pretty close to the top it is trembling just a bit. Being a giant and all, it can be quiet cumbersome, especially you don't know you're own strength.

But you need not ask, just stop on by. Birds and humans and giants can all be friends~