[Skarmory isn't the only one who takes to the rooftops from time to time.
Sakuya avoids making it a constant thing; it's a matter of pride. He doesn't like feeling as if he's been forced off the human (well, and alien) clogged streets and into the air like some common gutter bird from two hundred years ago. Most of the time, he bustles through the sidewalks like any other person here, glaring daggers at anyone who dares comment or mistake him for a pest.
But there are times when a bird's just gotta bird. The view's a hell of a lot better on the roofs, for one thing; why not use a natural advantage at navigation when you've got it?
So that's where he is, on this particular afternoon, perched on the edge of a rooftop with his CereVice in his wings, considering the map and the layout of the streets below. A perfectly calm, ordinary moment in a bird's life . . . until the glint of metal catches in his peripheral vision, and he whips his head around to see what's on the roof with him, and once he looks it just raises even more questions than were answered.]
—What in the hell is this? One of those "Cybuddies"? What irresponsible owner would allow a machine like this to fly free in a heavily populated area?!
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Sakuya avoids making it a constant thing; it's a matter of pride. He doesn't like feeling as if he's been forced off the human (well, and alien) clogged streets and into the air like some common gutter bird from two hundred years ago. Most of the time, he bustles through the sidewalks like any other person here, glaring daggers at anyone who dares comment or mistake him for a pest.
But there are times when a bird's just gotta bird. The view's a hell of a lot better on the roofs, for one thing; why not use a natural advantage at navigation when you've got it?
So that's where he is, on this particular afternoon, perched on the edge of a rooftop with his CereVice in his wings, considering the map and the layout of the streets below. A perfectly calm, ordinary moment in a bird's life . . . until the glint of metal catches in his peripheral vision, and he whips his head around to see what's on the roof with him, and once he looks it just raises even more questions than were answered.]
—What in the hell is this? One of those "Cybuddies"? What irresponsible owner would allow a machine like this to fly free in a heavily populated area?!