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[Vash appears on the Plane quite suddenly, stumbling - but there is something very different about him today. You'd have to be blind to see it's nothing like a haircut.

There's a mass of white feathers sprouting from his right arm, and that side of his back, somehow merged with his coat instead of tearing through. They're forming feathery tendrils that look like wings, and they twitch and curl as he breathes. The whiteness of the tendrils has spread to his face, covering most of it, making him look a lot closer to inhuman. Even with all of this, his hair is still black.]

[his voice sounds raspy, speaking now made at an effort,] I did it! I got...

... away? [realizing where he is, Vash backs up a step, clutching at a feathery shoulder with his left hand]

Oh, no...

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[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[with a slight nod] I'm not the person to decide that sort of thing, anyway.

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

...But you're still sure they didn't add some chicken genes in, right?~

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

How am I supposed to know?

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs] Who did this to you? And do those feathers actually serve a purpose?

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

No one did it to me. I was born this way.

[with a shrug that makes the feathers sway] It's more of a... symptom, I guess. They've been useful before.