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The Winter Festival Extravaganza!; Open to all
Topic Started: Jun 25 2017, 07:02 AM (1,512 Views)
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Travel was a wonderful thing, and it was showing in a certain bunny girl who had already made her way from one side of the globe to the other.

Flic was positively glowing in the wintery evening air, her snow white fur and ears almost blending perfectly with the pure snow laid on the ground. Snow was still falling slowly, its coldness making her smile while she walked cradling a hot cocoa in one hand. With her fur, she rarely felt the cold, and as such, she wasn’t dressed massively practically even in the middle of winter. A basic black wintery jacket, with a pale blue scarf and black shorts made up her outfit, and made people feel cold just looking at her! Her feet were fitted with specially made pink snow boots to cover them, because of how sensitive the undersides were. But otherwise, she would be walking around without shoes on, really. It was that much more comfortable and natural for the bunny.
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Almost a month previously, she had been in the warm and sunny country of Greece to learn more for her history project. She had made some wonderful friends there and spent time olive farming with her father for a week or so, before they hopped around even further. They next visited Sweden briefly to meet her father’s family, as they had originally emigrated from this European country. After a few days spent there, they started heading east, and winter well and truly set in. First it was Russia, and that was extremely nippy indeed! They travelled further east again, through China with a few stops in places like Beijing and Hong Kong. Roughly a week ago, they booked a boat and sailed out to northern Japan, because the rumours of how wonderful it was in the winter were world-renowned. A lot of people went to Sapporo to delight in snowboarding or skiing, and Flic was sure that she and her father would partake in that soon as well. But first and foremost, there was a very amazing and fascinating festival taking place!

Sapporo’s Winter Festival.
Snow Festival Aesthetic

People travelled from around the globe to visit Sapporo during this time, due to the beautiful snowfall and festival which followed. Magnificent snow sculptures were created and lit up with beautiful lights, which were a real marvel to look at. What looked like a snow palace stood at the front of the city boardwalk, and other locals were hard at work in the early evening to create even more. Kids and adults alike were otherwise trying their hand at making snow sculptures, and it was heart-warming to see so much positive energy in one place. The blonde bunny girl was excited to learn about why the Winter Festival was so important, because aside from a basic overview from a tourist brochure, she wasn’t entirely sure. Aside from it being a stunning spectacle to behold… well, she wasn’t sure of the cultural significance, and she would love to!

She sipped at her warming drink with sheer delight, smiling all the while as she exhaled a soft plume of vapour into the air due to the wintery conditions. She watched this little cloud ascend and form into what looked like a snowflake (somewhat) before disappearing, and the sight made her giggle. “It’s so beautiful…” She murmured as she navigated her way through the busy city streets. Not only the physical spectacles, but the energy which emanated from the whole event surrounding here… everybody was so at peace and happy in the stunning snow.

As she wandered through the steady flow of people, she smelt a different aroma with her keen senses. Her chocolate brown eyes widened and started sparkling; gosh darn it, she would recognise that smell from a mile away!

Food!!

“I wonder what foods are native to this area… oooh, maybe they have specialty dishes for the festival!” She always chattered to herself when nobody else joined her, and it gave her the image of a very bizarre tourist. Because she spoke in English, most people she passed while speaking aloud just shrugged it off. A few civilians pointed her in the direction of some street food stalls when she got disorientated by all of the different smells, and she was quick to thank them happily before bounding off to investigate.

Next to the snow palace, there was a row of street vendors, each of them selling food which looked and smelt as delicious as the last. So now she had a bit of a tough choice…! She stood in front of the various stalls, gripping her hot chocolate and salivating silently as she debated which food to sample first. Maybe her father wouldn’t be too happy with her for eating all of it, so… that made her decision even harder! She had to choose just a couple of things and she felt rather lost. Did these stall vendors even speak English? She hesitated even further, biting her lip gently and almost psyching herself out. Goodness, her excitement couldn’t half get the better of her sometimes… “If only I learnt more from that Japanese tutorial film…” She sighed a plume of warm air again, but she didn’t marvel at the shapes it made as it ascended this time.
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Winter; the season of merriment, joy, and brewing cups of hot tea.

A popping orange beak, one that had itself angled downward reflecting into a mossy cup of freshly brewed green tea, sipped the warmth from a piping hot beverage. Winged fingers grasped the cup in a loose grip, but held the plastic tight enough so that the cylinder shape didn't slip from his palms and into the white blanket of snow beneath his bare feet. The beverage had been ordered from one of the several vendors that lined mythical, magical ice sculptures and an assortment of beautiful snow creations. Saporro, a northern spot nestled in the colder regions of Japan, had never let Shirou down year after year with its marvelous winter festivities.

Cold air puffed out in the likes of a cloudy pile of moisture, and Shirou batted his tiny eyes at the sight pressing a tiny quack past his beak. The air, the crowd, and even the food had a sort of magical touch to it that no other place on the earth could hope to recreate. Every year he would come to see the beauty that is ice sculpted into grand shapes, castles, and characters that he knew he'd never have the skill to create. Most times, however, his family would decline the want to visit a place so cold, so frigged, for they typically traveled out of the country in the winter due to their less than durable bodies. Shirou, a young boy at the age of fifteen, thought himself perfectly fine despite the weather.

One day, though, he plans to show this wonderful event to his youngest sister in hopes that she'll understand that the world isn't all rice fields and patties. Farm life lead to a boring century of solitude, quiet, and foreboding thoughts.

The grip on his steamy cup tightened, and Shirou clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth discarding his south heading thoughts. This was supposed to be a special time where he could enjoy himself freely, not stand to the side and brood himself into a bitter mood. The end of his tail twitched pushing back the ends of a freshly knit sweater fit for his strange body type, and he quietly nodded to himself, blobs of fur dangling at his throat. "Let graves lie where they rest."

His attention shifted from the green mirror in his cup toward the shifting crowd of humans. Each one so different from the other, and he found himself watching one by one each person who passed by his lonely spot beside a steeled bench. Minty green eyes trained along a duo of horned humans, their skin a bright red and eyes equally as sharp as the spikes that jutted upward on their foreheads. Quirks had become so advanced, so peculiar, that something as simple as being able to breathe fire was a rarity all on its own. The sparkle in his eye further grew as he spotted an unfamiliar figure, one that had a strange figure that he could understand. She was what he described as a friendly body.

Rabbit ears and all!

Before he left his spot, Shirou gulped the rest of his drink down ignoring the scold that bit at his tongue and clawed at his slim throat. A stream of coughs followed his daring chug, but he breathed out a satisfied hot cloud of air into the snowy atmosphere. He turned toward a large bin much bigger than himself tossing the cup into the top, and the moment it landed inside he pumped a winged fist of enthusiasm. His bubble of excitement further climbed when he turned his head spotting the rabbit girl trying her hand at a silent fight with herself, and he felt for her. Either she was extremely shy, or she didn't understand Japanese, but Shirou noticed how her lips moved in a way that his native tongue didn't quite match with. So, she was an English speaker!

Having lived with a family who raised rice for a living, Shirou has had his chances at meeting with English speakers and making deals out of the country. Plus, being able to speak the universal language was one step closer to his goal of becoming a somebody who could aid others. Even if that meant all he could do was speak a bit of English, then so be it!

He waddled forward carrying himself in a friendly manner, and by the time he approached the stall he'd folded his wings back against his sides and tugged his backpack higher up on his shoulders so that it didn't slip away into the snow never to be found again. Sniffing, Shirou puffed up his chest beneath a heavy winter sweater and raised his head up pointing his little beak toward the much taller bunny gal.

"E-Excuse me, Miss? Do you speak English? Look's like you're having a little trouble, huh? I totally get'cha. Ain't so easy here in Japan when you don't speak Japanese," he joked, a booming quack puffing out in the likes of a laugh that rattled the stalls wood. The shopkeeper sent him a scolding glare making Shirou gulp and bow his head repeativly mouthing a soft, "S-Sorry!"

Shirou's outfit! Winter!
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Harsh words and violent tones could be heard and those who would look could see a small group of elderly Japanese men chasing after a young man in a hemp hoodie. The hoodie stretched down and dangled, adorned in wrinkles and burn marks from ashes, below his knees. Hono's soft droopy ears were up in alert as he scampered out of the ice house that was apparently "for eyes only"

"Hey, man! I was just trying to enjoy the art!" he said in broken Japanese, his words sounding like a bad animation dub.

A soft gust of wind hit Hono in the face and sent the ash at the end of his joint airborne trailing behind him in his streamline as he fled the seen. For being as well 'aware' as he was suppose to be, he didn't seem to notice anyone else around him. His head was turned behind him as his face wore a large, toothy smile; though when he turned his head he would find himself tripping head first over top Shirou and crashing into Flic. Looking up, he saw who was his human airbag and he got flustered, stood abruptly and grabbed her by the paw. He slammed his knees to the icy ground and placed the top of his head to the earth.

"I'm sorry Bunny-love, Duck-guy." he said, apologetically... for the moment. Hono's ears began to twitch underneath the weight of his 'apology' but still managed to pick up the voices of those men looking for him, coming closer and closer but thankfully unable to find him for the most part. Favor must have been in Hono's hand, the crowds were gathered in mass today; after all, the Winter Festival is why he was here at all. The bunny boy raised his head and stood, joint no longer in his mouth, but on the ground, moist and ruined. Without a thought, he reached in a deep, pocket and pulled a joint out, lighting it.

"Sorry about all that, I was avoiding trouble. Apparently, the houses aren't hollow and you can't go inside them... kind of lame if you ask me." he said, seemingly dejected and disappointed.

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“Just go with an open mind, Jin. You used to have so much fun there when you were younger.” Jin’s mother looked at his tender from the passenger’s seat, eventually reaching to grab a hold of Jin’s chin. An annoyingly common practice of his mother, to address how much he had changed over the years. Jin resisted her touch and looked to the side, somewhere between asleep and annoyed. “I could’ve just stayed home.” Jin replied, looking out through the car’s window. “Listen, just—“ His mother reached into her purse and extended her hand with a significant amount of money. “-- Just at least Try to have a good time. We’ll come pick you up right after, shouldn’t be long.” She spoke with a tender smile that Jin had trouble arguing against, the money did help as well. He looked at her hand and reached out to grab and put away the money. His eyes then drifted towards to his side. There were over 5 wine bottles from the house’s wine cellar that they’d brought over. This meant two things for Jin. First, it would, in fact, be too long and second, it was unlikely they’d actually come to pick him up and instead send a taxi or message him to get one.

“Whatever.” Jin replied. Shortly after, the car came to a stop. They’d arrived. Jin waited for his parents to begin their conversation about the beauty of the whole thing and took the opportunity to slip one of the wine bottles. He held it within his jacket as he stepped off the car. “Let us know if you need anything, we’ll be close by.” Jin’s mother said, pointing towards her phone. They were late to their meeting at that point, as they’d spent significant amount of time convincing Jin to get into the car back at the house. For such, they sped off as soon as Jin was out of the car.

Jin was not one to enjoy big crowds gathered in one place, not in the least. However, the cold weather and open place surely made it tolerable. There would be no sweaty bumps and push-shoving here. Jin looked about himself, only to feel small in comparison to the sight. It was hard to deny the beauty of it all. The snow palace was the piece that obviously stood out, the decorations and lights did have some appeal to them. Jin was not the type to dwell on the beauty of scenery for long. He looked to the wine bottle he’d snatched and began to wonder just about how he was going to manage. Drinking from the bottle did seem a little over the top and would likely cause unnecessary stares. Despite looking over his age, there was no way they’d believe he was of legal drinking age.

He hid the bottle within the jacket once more. His other hand slipped into his pocket as the cold was picking up with every minute he spent there. He’d need to find one of those brown bags to cover the bottle with, and a glass. An easy task, as there were plenty of stands to choose from. He reached for his back pocket as he began to look for his wallet. It wasn’t there. He felt his tongue retract to his throat and his stomach shift. His mind raced to retrace his steps, while his hand continued to pat every pocket he had on his attire. A terrible realization had come to him as he remembered when he’d placed the wallet on the middle seat in the back after his mother had given him the money. He brought his free hand to his face and pulled on his bangs. “FUCK!” He said aloud as he begun to walk around.

He was startled in place as a “Quack” had been produced beside him. He could feel his ear ringing still from it. He’d not been the only one as others among the crowd had also turned their attention towards the actual duck. Upon closer observation, he noticed it was part of a quirk. The duck was wearing a sweater. Next to the duck, comically enough, was a pair of bunny-humanoids. One of them was about as tall as he was, too. Quirks had made this sort of sight common. However, it had not stopped being strange for Jin. If they were to look in his direction, they’d notice the man staring straight at the trio.

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The blonde girl wasn’t somebody that people would assume to be shy when they met and socialised with her; she always appeared to be so happy and bright! However, when she was out of her element in a country with a foreign language, of course she would be a little timid. By nature, she was a lot more of a listener anyway. It was only through her learned behaviour of being hyperactive and bright that she was so bubbly. It was part of her bid to be liked by everybody, of course!

She was furrowing her bunny brows with concentration as she tried to figure out the alien symbols displayed on the many and various signs at stalls, but to no avail. Flic was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn’t notice anybody approaching her whatsoever, so when she heard a voice start addressing her from seemingly nowhere… well, she was a little surprised.

Eeek!!! She squeaked in a startled manner, jumping as her body became taut all of a sudden from the shock. She almost dropped her hot cocoa, which would have made her immensely sad, but she was just able to save it from splattering down in the snow. She turned to each side, looking for whoever was talking to her, and was surprised when she looked down to her left and saw…

Was that a little duck?!

Her chocolate brown eyes grew wide and started sparkling with wonder, clutching her hot cocoa close to her chest with absolute adoration and joy. He was so little! And he was talking! Did that mean… he was like her, and had an animal/ human hybrid quirk? It certainly seemed as such! His words almost went over her head with how excited she had become at seeing somebody like her (albeit in duck form), and it took her a second after he was talking for his words to sink in. He had been speaking in English to her, and asking if she was struggling with the Japanese on the food stall signs. She laughed sheepishly along with him when he pointed out that it must be difficult being in a foreign country without speaking the language, her snow white cheeks heating up with a pink flush that showed her embarrassment about this matter.

“E-Eheh, it’s very difficult! Sorry, sorry, I shouldn’t be just stood here gawking, it’s so rude of me!” She couldn’t look at one thing solidly for more than a couple of seconds, courtesy of her ADHD. There was just so much exciting stuff around her! First and foremost, food was present in the offing. And now a cute little white duck had approached her with kindness. It was no wonder she was so flustered!!

“Yeah, I didn’t get much chance to learn Japanese very well before getting here. So my knowledge is a little rusty.” She laughed sheepishly once more, raising the hand which wasn’t cupping her hot cocoa to ruffle the back of her straw blonde locks. It was a universal gesture for being bashful about something, of course, and she did it very frequently. Her companion’s quack startled her, but she proceeded to giggle. It was really cute! He had gotten flustered too, it seemed. Well at least she wasn’t the only one, she guessed. “Would you be able to… suggest some local food for me to try? It all looks and smells so good, I just can’t decide!” She asked with a blush on her cheeks, unable to help her obvious sheepish behaviour.

It felt like she was inconveniencing this poor duck, after all. Before she could receive a response from her duck-billed companion, however, she was taken by surprise as a foreign body suddenly rammed into her. Flic yelped, clearly startled as she almost lost her footing and fell down in the snow. Luckily, she caught herself and the stranger who had bumped right into her. He apologised to her and called her… Bunny-love?

Now that she was no longer seeing carrots from the jolt to her body, she focused on the red-headed youth properly. He… why, he had bunny ears atop his head too! She gasped loudly and started beaming at him, not really able to contain herself and the clear excitement she had for this revelation. “H-Hey, it looks like you’re a lagomorph too, huh?! I’ve never met another before, this is so exciting!” She couldn’t help reacting with awe at this chance meeting, no longer flustered by being bumped into and keeping close proximity with people she didn’t know. She felt as if she were in her element now!

He started smoking something and talked about how he had gotten in trouble for trying to go into some of the snow houses, which made Flic giggle uneasily as she imagined the anger such a thing would provoke. “I-I mean, people work hard on those. I wouldn’t much like someone damaging something like that which I made either.” She piqued up gently, playing absently with her blonde bangs. As she was turning to look down at her duck companion to hear his input, she noticed somebody else stood quite close-by… staring. She was used to it by now; a lot of people found her quirk fascinating, and they had made quite a gathering of animal/ human hybrid quirks right now.

“C-Can we help you over there?” She addressed the dark-haired youth, raising her voice a little to be heard over the joviality of the festival around them.
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Snow, stares, and rabbits.

Tiny softly shaded feet back peddle leaving webbed prints into thick snow. The excitement that burst to life in the likes of a gentle looking soul gave Shirou little goosebumps all along his feathery body. He couldn't blush like the average human being, or any duck for that matter, but the soft pin prick feathers that covered his round cheeks fluffed up like a ball of needles at either side of his gaping bill. This stranger, so full of life and squishy joy, had his heart skipping a beat.

What a good spirited rabbit!

For the tiniest of seconds he didn't think she'd notice him from all the way down on the ground, her eyes having instead searched around herself rather than at the floor. Hope bloomed, however, when her button nose turned his way, and Shirou gulped his nerves before offering a cheery quack. Friendly as can be, Shirou sparkled at the seams and spread his wings out using feather like fingers to adjust his skewed hat.

"W-W-Well a-aren't you as sweet as a berry," he stuttered in a mess of lows and highs. His voice held a youthful vibe, but a nervous little squiggle wiggled its way into his words making him come off as shy or timid. In truth he was! Years of being picked up, tossed around, and thrown like a ball had him grow into a puddle of anxiety, but he steeled himself pushing forward not wanting to be one to dwindle on the past. A winged palm faced forward, and he shifted his gaze down upon his snowy white feathers before extending it outward toward Flic.

Shirou's feathers beacon for her to shake, as he knew this was a common practice among those outside of Asian culture, and he cleared his throat before exclaiming gleefully, "Stand all you like, Miss! This here place is one'a the prettiest sights to see in winter! That, and Tokyo! Them alleyways can sure pack an eye full for the tourists. Plus, these foods are awesome, and they look just as yummy as they taste!"

He was about to answer he request at showing her what exactly was fit for a King to dine upon, but a sudden foot, heel, or some sort of limb had bumped against his round petite body. Blinking owlishly at his rejected hand, Shirou pulled his wing back to his side and glanced at the figure that loomed over his body. The moment felt so slow, and he stood stock still as the rabbit figure practically launched himself on to this beautiful foreign girl. In a flash the little duck found himself in a pickle spot, feet stomping on the snow feverishly leaving several mushed splotches of slushy ice beneath his webbed toes. Shirou blanched, wings spread and shaking in the air wildly, "Not the bunny! She's too young to DIE, Mister!"

...Ever one for the dramatics, Shirou draped a wing over his fluffy forehead, neck bending back and a sorrowful quirk bubbling up that shook the snow beneath his feet. This was it! His damned body, one so conveniently placed for mischief, had been the cause of a poor tourists downfall again!

"Oh, gosh! I'm so s-sorry you poor rabbits! Gash! T-This happens all the time! People never see me when they walk around! I- Oh, you're alright," he coughed out. He folded a winged fist to his beak watching the two rise up from their pitiful pseudo-movie fall. Before anyone could tell him a solid no, Shirou sprang to action and waddled in circles around Flic's legs eyeing her from head to fuzzy toe. He patted bits of snow off of her calves and the tops of her shoes, but when he saw that she was perfectly fine and not a single fur or hair on her head was harmed, he shot the rabbit man a twisted glare.

"Apologize accepted, but gosh, Mister! What if Miss Bunny here got herself all hurt 'cause you fell on her?! Also, that was partially my fault, I say, but don't you go trippin' on me again, you hear? We don't need casualties here on the ice!" An enthusiast of his kind, he is. Shirou heaved a quiet quack before rubbing soothing circles into his temples, tough white feathers working magic on his oncoming headache. Humanoids and humans could be so gasn darn silly sometimes!

Wings planted themselves onto what was assumed to be a ducks hips, but he raised one wing and wiggled a pointed feather like finger at the now smoking stranger. "Lots'a people work super hard on these here sculptures, yup, yup they do! Why would you wanna go walking into something they made? But, guess I can't say you aren't wrong about wantin' to know what's inside those darn things. They're so freakin' pretty!

The duck was momentarily lost as to who Flic was talking to! At first, he hadn't noticed anyone staring. He hated to admit it, but he was far more obscure than a simple humanoid rabbit or a horned demon, for he was a walking talking duck. It was extremely uncommon, but he didn't care nor pay a single mind to those who stared. As common practice, the stranger staring at them was no different from the rest. Clearing his throat, Shirou tapped his fingers together nervously shifting his beady little eyes from Flic onto Jin. A small series of quacks followed, though muted and not booming, and he gently folded his wings before waddling a few feet from Flic's side toward Jin's direction.

"Hiya! Somethin' the matter, Sir? Gotta problem with my bunny friends?! I'll fight you," he joked, but raised up two winged fists and started to hop from flipper to flipper. Powerful wings punched at the air, and he quacked a hearty laughter that shook the snhow off of a nearby sign. "Just kidding, my man! What's up? Never seen the three musketeers before?"
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Sojito was never really one to get out much, he didn't really like meeting many new people, nor did he like getting over the hurdle of introducing himself to them. It felt weird in a way, like some kind of switch. Alas, a friend from his old school back in Nemuro, Osaki, had finally convinced him to join him at the Saborro Winter Festival this year. That was a good eight hours by train. Sojito would be definitely sleeping on the way back.

The festival had been what one would expect, tastefully tacky with amazing food for an amount of yen that stopped mattering after you got a taste of it. With a skewer of dango in hand, he walked along with his friend cracking jokes and making memories. Honestly, now that Sojito thought about it, he should have asked her like he said he was going to. Now he was never going to have another chance like that again. But what if he did. What would she have thought about him having a third wheel? Would she have dropped him there? He needed to know....

Osaki suddenly realized Sojito was no longer with him. He thought he knew what happened.... No, he knew exactly what was happening. Going back a few meters or so, he found Sojito standing under one of the makeshift festival signs, nibbling furiously on what remained on his dango, a worried look in his eyes.

"Hey, Zujiki, you gotta stop doin' that man, you hardly made any friends back in Nemuro because of stuff like this...." Well... It was worth a shot at least right, but it didn't really phase Sojito at all. Nothing really did until he got poked or-

A decently loud honk reverberated against Sojito's ears, it caught him by surprise as he looked around for the ducky source of the sound near him, not realizing what had just transpired, nor was he able to predict that a large amount of snow was about to fall on his head.

"Hwah-!" The boy let out a surprised yelp as the cold, damp powder fell on top of him. He began to shiver as he felt the heat leaving his body. Without thinking he would place his hands up to his hair and activated his quirk, causing the sound of an old Kirby vaccum to emit from both of his hands, the snow being pulled into his hands quite quickly. Unless he was swimming he hated it when his hair got wet.

Letting out a sigh, Osaki turned around to see a...duck, with its... wings...hands? They were put up like a boxer's at some boy. Osaki smirked as he recalled some old picture that he had seen on the depths of the internet. Without much of a thought, and loud enough so that his friend could hear.

"Zujiki, it's Donald Duck!"
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H-Hey, it looks like you’re a lagomorph too, huh?! I’ve never met another before, this is so exciting!

Uh, no... I'm a bunny?" he said to the cute, blonde girl... thankfully his fur hid his blushes. Hono gave a bow to both of those he stood with, assuming it was what all people did in Japan, and brushed the snow off his near, full-body hoodie. Along with his outerwear, Hono wore a big grin with middle amounts of embarrassment, but the way he took the fall and so casually brushed it off, people most-likely wouldn't notice. The droopy-eared guy turned to the duck as he finished brushing his body clean and commented on their account of how often it happened.

"Well, doesn't help you are the same color of snow! I generally have pretty good awareness, I am a bit surprised this happened, but as of now you both are the nicest people I have met since coming to Japan!" he muttered, fixing a joint tightly between his lips and pulling two more from out of thin air. "Yes, you are right I could of. All I can offer is some smokes, if you care too, but can Ducks do that?" he wondered. Just because he was a bunny didn't mean he understood all animals; but it would be now that he felt the gaze on him and turned as the blonde and the duck, in secession, began to question the glare of the onlooker as he heard someone exclaim over a the sight of a duck...

'My mutation shouldn't be that random. If three of us are here in one place, surely we aren't this rare... unless these people are prejudice like many others I have met...' he thought, taking a step in front of his new friends and called out to Jin. "Oi..." he began in a darker tone than he had spoken previously while the sharp talon-like nails unsheathed themselves on each paw and from each of his toes. "...Are we going to have a problem?"

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Jin was usually inattentive to his surroundings, but the three of them just seemed too much to simply look away from. The female bunny seemed to be quite an energetic one. The male bunny seemed more like, well, more like himself. Interesting enough as they were, his eyes were mostly focused on the little duck. The lagomorphs seemed more like humans turned bunnies, than the other way around. Which seemed to be case for the duck. In fact, the only human part of the duck seemed to be the sweater and the fact he could talk. It was all still very amusing. His expression was stuck somewhere between a laugh and amazement.

His nose, although definitely not as keen as theirs, managed to pick up on the joint the male bunny was smoking. His eyes scanned for the source of the smell but he couldn’t find any. If the red-haired lagomorph was observant, he’d notice Jin had been particularly interested in his hands when he was smelling around. It had not been the first time Jin had experience randomly smelling weed after not having smoked for some time. Perhaps it was some exotic spice someone was working on for the festival. Regardless, he decided not to address the subject. This however reminded him of what he held in his hand, which he had forgotten to conceal as he had been focused solely on his sight.

He opened his mouth as if to reply to the female bunny, but closed it when the Duck began talking. Just the duck’s walk alone had Jin about to burst in laughter. It wasn’t particularly making fun of the duck, it was just that the duck surprisingly did have some presence and walked with some “sass”. He couldn’t hold any more as he broke out in laughter at the Duck’s fighting gesture. Jin’s English was nowhere near developed enough to sustain a conversation. His laughter developed into a bit more, as he understood the three musketeers reference, at which point he restrained himself from laughing any further and held onto his core for a moment before catching his air.

The hints of the laughter remained, even after the male bunny flashed his claws at Jin. “Ooh, The Bad Bunny.” Jin said, almost musically. That bit he spoke in broken English, which might have been even more difficult to understand through his deep voice. Jin flashed his pearly whites at the bunny, somewhat expecting him to follow suit in Duck’s jest. He eyed the bunny and drew closer, eyes fixed on the talons. “How about you lend me one of those and get this open.” Jin wiggled the wine bottle he had underneath the coat, placing little to no effort in actually understanding what Hono had just said.

Jin paused for a moment, clearly something going through his mind. At the end of the day, he wasn’t much for censorship or so he just said what he had in his mind plainly. “So, you’re all family or something?” He spoke in Japanese, assuming one of them would at least understand him given they were by themselves in Japan. His question encompassed the whole three of them. Seems like in his mind he’d gathered them together as part of a singular quirk. It wasn’t uncommon for family members to express the same quirks, or variations thereof.
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"Osaki, you can't just go around calling people names!" Sojito had finished getting the snow out of his hair and had rushed back to his friend's side. Oddly enough, it seemed that his final year of middle school had turned Osaki into more of a jerk than he was before. Sojito doubted that his words would reach his brain.

"I mean, it's a little hard not to when I'm not lying, look!" Indeed there was a duck. A large duck with his hands in fists. Like some boxer exaggerating his stance at some Japanese name. The conversation seemed to be in English, and Sojito was regretting not paying more attention in class... Hands?. So they were, and they seemed very out of place on the bird. Osaki was actually right this time. Was this guy some kind of duck mutant? Or just one of those really smart animals that he had heard about?

He wasn't even thinking about the lagomorphs that were also in view as he pulled out his phone to snap a picture. There was the shutter sound, of, course, but for some reason Sojito had forgotten to turn off his phone's camera flash! His eyes went wide as realized he would probably get their attention now. Not to mention how bad the picture would look! He started to think back to when he would have turned the flash on, he always had it off! Oh no.... that was.... a week ago! How could he be so dumb as to not turn it off?!
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It was quite interesting to see a bunny blush. She was looking down at her duck companion with a very pronounced pink hue showing through her snow white fur, with her ears bobbing and bouncing every so often with curiosity for the whole situation. She really wasn’t one to hide emotions; her outward appearance made it very difficult for her to do that, what with her ears and cottontail. The duck boy quacked again and claimed that she was as sweet as a berry, which only served to darken her cheeks with an more embarrassed hue. “T-Thank you!” She squeaked in a very high-pitched manner, straightening up exponentially as she was clearly startled by such a compliment.

“Y-You seem very n-nice too.” She lowered her pitch and tone to a much more accepted level, and smiled shyly at the duck beside her. Shortly after complimenting him in return with all of the innocence she could muster, he offered her his wing. She seemed much more comfortable and happy with a familiar gesture, and leant down a little bit before extending her own hand to shake his wing. It was quite the experience, and she expected that the scene would seem rather comical to say the least.

Nevertheless, she smiled at the friendly duck as she shook his hand (wing) and retracted her own snowy appendage once more. He told her that Sapporo was one of the prettiest sights to see in the winter, alongside Japan, so her staring was justified. He didn’t seem to latch onto the fact that she had instead been staring at him with surprise, but that was just fine with her. He also said that the foods were just as yummy as they smelt and looked, which made her chocolate-coloured eyes start shimmering and shining with sheer glee. “Ohhhhh, but that makes my decision even harder!!” She pouted and looked between all of the stands with their divine-looking food, not even knowing where to begin.

Her focus was rapidly shifted, however, when she was bumped into roughly by another stranger. She kept her feet firmly planted on the ground and pushed herself against the new arrival, to stop both of them from toppling down to the floor. The whole happenings made the poor snowy duck start panicking, thinking that the stranger had harmed her in some way. He slowly came to the conclusion that she was fine, and she couldn’t help giggling at the concerned duck’s antics. “I’m fine, don’t worry. It’s very sweet that you were worried about me though.” She assured him softly and reached a hand down to pat his hat-clad head.

Her fellow lagomorph looked very confused when she asked about him being the same as her, and answered plainly that he was a bunny. Afterwards, he bowed to both of them and dusted his odd attire off while he did so, which gave Flic a chance to be suitably confused. She was sure that he had the same quirk as hers, albeit a different strain in all likelihood, but he referred to himself as a bunny? How strange. “I-I suppose was are bunnies, yes. B-But that word has always been used towards me in a… like a… derogatory way.” She obviously struggled with her word choice for a short while, as seen in her stammering and pausing.

It was true; people had always called her a bunny in ways which made her feel uncomfortable, because they always seemed to be talking down to her for being cute or such things. Her quacking companion started scolding the other lagomorph youth to watch where he was going, and he proceeded to call her Miss Bunny, which had her little nose twitching somewhat. Oh, this was all so confusing! Being called a bunny was a nice thing now, whereas it had always been a mean thing for people to say to her? Goodness gracious, it was so confusing for the blonde while she tried to digest it all properly. The red-headed bunny came up with a good point; the duck was indeed the same colour as the snow, so it was a little hard to see him until the last second.

Flic couldn’t help giggling somewhat at the following exchange between her two companions, aware of a unique feeling within her in that moment. She was with two other people with animal mutation quirks, colloquially known as X-Form types. It was immensely odd for her to experience when one considered the fact that she had never met anyone with this sort of quirk before in her home town, and now to meet two in the same place… Japan was an amazing place with such a diversity of quirks!

“O-Oh, I completely forgot to introduce myself! My name is Felicity, but you can call me Flic… if you want to.” She smiled softly, hands pressed together with her cropped blonde locks scattering with the winter breeze around them.

Shortly after she introduced herself properly, another person approached and shouted that he saw Donald Duck. Was he referring to her snow-white duck companion…? Goodness gracious, he was! Flic’s brows furrowed and she tried her best to appear fierce, standing up to her full height with her hands pressed to her hips as she faced him. “T-That isn’t a nice assumption at all! Just because he is a white feathered duck doesn’t make him a cartoon character!” She asserted firmly at the new arrival, unable to help herself from standing up in this fashion. She was more than used to being called all sorts of variations of cartoon rabbits, and she knew that it didn’t feel that nice. So she would help her nice new duck friend!

The dark-haired youth who had been staring was challenged by her red-headed bunny companion, and she looked over worriedly to make sure everything was okay. It seemed that they had an interesting situation on their hands, with the more unfamiliar male approaching and… laughing at them? She couldn’t understand what he was saying, but she recognised a couple of the words to be in Japanese. She immediately looked at her feathered friend for a translation, unable to help herself.
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Donald Duck.

He'd been called several names throughout his measly life that ranged from comparisons to cartoons to being blatantly compared to a feast. All of which he took with a grain of salt, but never spoke out to in the years past. Being so little gave him little room to fight back, or so he'd thought for a good portion of his duckling years. He was, after all, the boy that couldn't.

A duck is no hero, but he'll prove them wrong.

At first his mind drew a proper blank. Felicity, as she introduced herself as, turned out to be someone he admired after only knowing her for a few measly minutes. The way she carried herself made him want to protect her like he would any damsel in distress, but at the same time he recognized that she had her own strengths. Outgoing, strong in personality, and vivid in her blooming berry sweetness had Shirou a fluffed up mess. Tiny snow speckled feathers stuck up around his cheeks, eyes batting furiously away from her direction not wanting to show her his embarrassment. S-Such'a nice girl!

But, still, there were many problems arising one after the other.

The other rabbit, who had yet to spill the beans on what his name could possibly be, smoked himself away with what Shiruo came to the conclusion of it being a blunt. A bit odd to be openly smoking something so potent in an area full of children, elderly, and those like himself who didn't bode well with smoke, but he didn't pay it too much mind aside from offering a quaint little wave of his wing. Luckily, wind was on his side blowing the second hand as far away from his grounded body as possible.

Wet, rubbery flippers plopped one after the other on the snow, and Shirou squawked an ear piercing laugh that rang out like jingling bells. Old, unlikable bells. He's come to enjoy the trios company; that being Felicity, Bunnyman, and Jin. His playful banter was caught well by Jin, and the two shared a fit of laughter before Shirou caught onto the shift in language barrier which was promptly pointed out by Felicity. Gulping, a thick feather tapped at the tip of his bill as if it were a pseudo-chin.

First, he quickly realized how rude of him it was to be calling her a bunny. Derogatory terms should have passed his mind as quickly as he'd said it, but he didn't catch himself. Having grown up in an area that was full of X-Form families had him trained in the arts of avoiding racial terms, but it hadn't crossed his mind in the slightest making him feel like an absolute jerk. Both wings fanned out suddenly, his feet wobbling in his awkward run back toward Felicity. His 'jog' was as fast as a turtles, and he stumbled over himself several times before falling at Felicities fuzzy toes and planting his bill into a pile of snow.

"I'M SO SORRY! FORGIVE ME! I- I- G-GOSH! I SHOULD'A KNOWN, FELICITY," he cried out extremely apologetically. Funky tail feathers twitch in the air, bum angled upward like a pointy party hat. His head came up, however, and he dragged his wings on the snow while waddling toward the person he'd dubbed the Bunnyman. His Japanese, the Bunnyman's, wasn't the best in the world, but he figured he'd at least understand some of what Jin was saying.

"You're so silly, Mister. He asked if you could open his win bottle for him! Wait- You! Are you able to drink out in public like that?! You look so young," he questioned Jin. Slyly, though, Shirou tilted his head toward the young boy and giggled out in Japanese, "He's is pretty bad, isn't he? But, damn, he's really cool! Like, totally, absolutely, knock yer' socks off cool!"

Sighing, he gingerly rubbed a feather under his eye before holding out his wings and clapping them like the jovial fellow he is. "Felicity! I love your name, berry girl! My name is- Uhm... Oh! In English usually surnames come last, right? So, my name is Shirou Ahiru! Though, I prefer if I was called Ahiru if that's okay? It's a custom here in Japan for formality reasons."

Donald Duck.

Oh, Donald, you angry fellow. The voices that came from behind Jin had been ignored, but he couldn't take it. Thankfully Felicity and Bunnyman both took a stand, and as nice as it was of them he didn't want to have them defend him out of pity or some strange mix of heroism. He was a big boy that could handle himself, but he was grateful none the less and nodded his head back toward the duo of rabbits. He's got this.

Cold air puffed out of his nostrils atop his beak, and Shirou nodded his head toward the rude friend that followed Sujito. Hissing quacks barked at the air, and Shirou held up his wings showing off a touch of hostility. An angry orange bill clicked like a furious engine toward the mysterious 'friend', and his quacks sounded less like a 'quack' and more like a revving chain. Duck's had odd vocals, and the sounds of a frustrated, pissed off duck was always a sight to see.

"Who are you callin' Donald Duck?! That stupid bird is a cartoon! I'm a proud duck, and if you wanna pick on me then I'll quack at you! I swear it! I'll quack and you'll regret it!" He might not be scary, but he held his ground, tiny flippers angled inward and his tail feathers fluffed in an angry fashion.

This situation got so much worse when the boy TOOK A PICTURE!

Pupils dilated wildly at the sudden flash that clicked in front of his billed face. Two minty eyes narrowed in on his beak, and he wobbled unsure of what to make of the flash before he noticed a cellphone sitting in Sojito's palm. A cellphone... a picture? Did this boy- Did this kid just take a picture of him because he's a talking duck?

The poor boy saw red, and Shirou jumped from his spot on the ground and flapped his wings creating a nasty gust of wind. Snow shuffled, and his gliding leap had him up in the air and honking a nasty quack at Sojito. If he had the means to make an angry killer facial expression his looks could make a grown man melt into a mushy puddle, yet he was a duck. He let out several vicious quacks when he dropped down from his jump in front of Sojito. Wings had themselves spread wide and aggressive, and every feather that wasn't hidden under his loose sweater was bristled.

"You did NOT just take a picture of me! Seriously?! I have half a mind to break your stupid phone for that! That's so rude! I didn't give you permission to take my freaking picture! Or Miss Felicity or Bunnyman! That's rude, Mister," Shiruo called out, voice a bit off in its squiggly pitch due to several unwarranted quacks mixing into his Japanese words. The language barrier was frustrating since he was the only one fluent in both languages, it seemed, and it had him wanting to pluck his feathers out.

Shirou's cheeks puffed up like white balloons, and he planted his webbed heels firmly in the snow beneath him before letting out a monstrous quack unlike the previous soft rumbles and tumbles his laughter caused. The sound waves came out in a soft glowing orange hue in Sojito and his friends direction. The quack was his defensive mechanism, and one of his favorite ways to make people he didn't like go away. Completely fluffed and spiked at the tail, Shirou waved his wings and sliced his wings at the air like a kung-fu fighter.

"That was a warning! Don't pick on me or my new friends otherwise I swear I'll have you put down! Bullying is wrong! People shouldn't judge others because of who they are, and none of us can help how we are born! Sure, I was born in an egg and am only three feet tall, but that doesn't make me any different from you. I can read, write, and I can cook an awesome plate of spaghetti! So, please, take another picture so I can quack louder and break the castles behind me. That'd be no fun." Hot clouds of air puffed out, and he snapped his beak at the duo of friends that he has a strong dislike for... Clearly.


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Begins to feel extremely awkward with the amount of people and starts thumping his foot on the ground and moving around idly as though he were looking for something until he apparently did and jumped into the air, swan diving at the dirt and burrowing away.

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It was impossible for him to gauge the duck’s age for Jin. But his appearance made it seem like he was a kid in all ways. The duck did carry himself as a kind fellow. Relying on others was not something Jin really enjoyed, and made him feel incompetent. For a moment, he questioned his own approach to school and his studying habits. But the thought of sitting down and practicing for an extended period of time did kill the train of thought in its tracks. The duck was nice enough to even translate for him. Shirou he took note in his mind. Despite the female bunny introducing herself to others in the group, he wouldn’t know that she was. So, her name went by unnoticed for Jin.

Jin had not been paying much attention to the approaching pair that came after him. Again, American cartoons were popular with children in Japan. ” It’s Donald Duck.” That bit he understood as well. Jin could’ve joined in with a chuckle or a smile at least in response, if it were not for the flash that followed soon after.

Jin turned to look at the boy’s hands and noticed the cellphone. He attempted to make eye contact with the boy, a visibly annoyed expression made its way through Jin’s mostly uninterested or expressionless eyes. Unaware of which direction the picture was taken from, his immediate concern went towards the bottle he was holding in his hand. Many thoughts raced through his head in that instant, some of which lingered and furthered his annoyance. Who is he? Where is this picture going? Am I in the picture? What if its posted in the festival’s site? . His first thought had been to smash the bottle on top of his head and be off with his phone, but there was a massive gathering for the Festival. Before Jin decided on his course of action, it seemed Shirou had taken the initiative.

He fully turned away from the male bunny to face the pair. Jin was looking entirely awake at this point as there was conflict brewing. The situation had caught Jin’s attention and for once, it wasn’t he who was surfing against the crowd or causing the commotion.

Jin once again couldn’t contain his delight. Shirou’s tapping feet, his puffed feathers, his extened wings, his small size. He was actually going OFF on the boy, and he wasn’t joking around this time. Jin had a wide smile as he watched it go down. The duck’s vicious quack caused Jin to drop the bottle and reach to cover his ears. The bottle dropped in place, luckily the snow was able to cushion its fall and it did not break. However, not even the quack was able to wash away Jin’s grin and amazed expression.

Despite Shirou’s actions, it wouldn’t fix Jin’s concern. Jin would’ve acted alone, if the situation had had him have to do so. But he was twice as likely to act within a group. He began walking towards the pair, and extended his hand towards the one who had just taken the picture, expecting something to be placed in it. The phone. “Oi, idiot. Give it here and you might get to keep it.” He’d be walking closer toward Sojito still with every word he spoke, the open palm out in front. Jin stood some 4 inches higher than Sojito, the difference in height become more notable the further he stepped towards him. Jin was well aware of this, and intentionally doing so as part of his intimidation antics. Jin was broad shouldered, and although his face was true to his age, his bone structure was developed with sharp features that might suggest otherwise.
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Really, he hadn't meant for this to happen.... How did this happen. If he wasn't in public he might be crying right now. He really didn't mean for this to happen... No no no no no no no no no! He really only took the picture because he thought what he saw was funny and cute. He would admit that he was going to post it on social media, and honestly thought that people would think the same thing. He wanted to say that, but he couldn't, something was in the back of his throat. This was the worst time for him to lock up like this!

"S..S...S....S...Sor...Sorry!" He spoke in Japanese as his english was very poor and the duck was speaking to him in Japanese. Of course he couldn't really hear anything at all aside from a ringing in his ears, nor was he looking. He was still looking at the picture that he had just taken. He would've giggled if it weren't for the very same duck now directing actual anger towards him. Honestly he was just in shock. He couldn't really bring himself to look at the duck who he just unintentionally angered.

"I... thought it was cute and funny... Please forgive me? I...I'll delete it!" There was an innocent look in Sojito's eyes. Really, he didn't mean any harm. All he could hope for is that these people would understand it. "I don't an excuse for what I have done..."

His words were barely a muffle in his own ears. Hopefully he would be able to understand whatever else this duck had to say to him. Hopefully he could diffuse the situation.
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