Someone: “Pigeons are gross garbage dwellers”
Me: *Tries to resist the urge to info dump on how great pigeons actually are and are not rats with wings but actually very clean and super intelligent birds*
Ladies and gentlemen the transformation is complete. Sam has left the marvel universe and has become The Penguin. Mentally broken and bird obsessed he now resides in Arkham Asylum and fights a giant winged rat.
For many city-dwellers, pigeons have a reputation as
repugnant creatures — “rats with wings,” if you will — but in London, a
handful of them are doing their part to tackle the city’s air pollution
levels. Birds equipped with tiny pollution sensor backpacks and GPS devices took off on a three-day flight over the U.K. capital on Monday — and it couldn’t have come at a more critical time.
I think the Reiji pigeon thing is because his colour scheme shares similarities with pigeon colour schemes. (Red eyes and navy blue colours) But it might also be because of that one DL crack video where Reiji is called a 'winged rat' I literally just typed Reiji into google and 'pigeon' came up before 'Sakamaki' did XD
The screech that echoed through the night, made Kael grind his teeth together. Yet another Diver. It honestly felt like he had a bloody target on his back, like he was some kind of walking beacon for those over grown rats with wings. “Seriously?” He groaned, glancing up to the sky where he could see the creature closing in rapidly. He turned on his heels, darting left for the nearest building he could see. He could help but wander if it were the same Diver every time, it happened often enough that Kael was starting to feel like he had an arch nemesis on his tail - as if it weren’t enough that he was constantly looking over his shoulder for any remaining factions of Valeris - but that was a silly notion, Diver’s didn’t think like that,
Bursting into the building, Kael slammed the door behind him, the ferocious and frustrated scream of the creature just outside the door. He took a moment to catch his breath before laughing, but when he opened his eyes he found that he wasn’t alone. “Well, I’d call that a close shave, wouldn’t you?” He offered to the stranger, thumbing over his shoulder as the Diver continued to cry out into the night. “I think that one’s been following me for a while now, can’t seem to shake him…”
Marinette followed the yellow brick road over a few hills and over a bridge til she entered a corn field.
“Let’s rest for a minute Plagg.”
Marinette rested against a fence, just then a crow flew by. Plagg having a strong love of chasing birds went after it.
“Plagg! Come back!”
Marinette stood up and ran after him. Plagg followed the crow further down by the corn field where a bunch of other crows were perched on the stalks.
“Hey boys lookey here.” One of them squawked. “It’s our favorite straw man.”
“Let’s make him sneeze!” Another said.
The crows began to circle something in the corn field.
“Achoo!” Their victim said. “Achoo! Go on! Achoo! Leave me alone ya rats with wings! Achoo! Achoo!”
“Let’s peck out his eyes!” Another crow said.
“Hey! Ow! Achoo! Achoo! Bunch of bird brains! Thieves! Scavengers! Why don’t you pick on someone who’s not pinned up on a post?”
Plagg hopped on to the fence and hissed at the crows.
“It’s a cat!” One crow cried.
“Abort! Retreat!” The head crow squawked as the flock flew away.
“Plagg! There you are!” Marinette said finally catching up with him. “You need to stop chasing birds! It’s only gonna get you in trouble.”
She was just about to continue her journey when she saw that the yellow brick road had come to a cross road.
“Oh no.” She said. “Now which way do we go?”
“Pardon me milady.” A voice said. “That way’s a very nice way.”
She looked around for who spoke to her but there was no one there except a scarecrow hanging on a pole pointing toward the right. But he didn’t look like any scarecrow she had seen before, for one thing he was dressed head to toe in black with a few patches on them and seemed to have cat ears stitched on to his head. She also noticed that he looked a lot more human than any of the other scarecrows she had seen. His face while it had a few stitches here and there but it hardly looked like the burlap sack face that most scarecrows had. His eyes weren’t buttons either nor was his mouth stitched shut. Oddly enough he kind of reminded her of her friend Adrien from back home, he had the same blonde hair though it was ruffled and the same green eyes but he seemed to have a mask stitched over them.
“Who said that?” She asked.
Plagg mewed and gestured toward the scarecrow.
“Don’t be silly Plagg.” Marinette said. “Scarecrows don’t talk.”
“It’s pleasant down that way too.” The voice said again.
She looked to see the scarecrow was now pointing left.
“That’s funny.” She thought. “Wasn’t he pointing the other way?”
“Of course people do go both ways.” This time she caught him crossing his arms.
“You…Did you…You did say something didn’t you?” She asked walking toward him.
“Hope you don’t mind the little trick I played.” He said. “Very seldom people around here don’t know that I can speak and I just can’t help myself when one comes around but then again it is rude.”
“Oh my!” She gasped. “Can’t you make up your mind?”
“Nope. All I’ve got in this head of mine is straw no mind, no brain, nothing but straw.”
“How can you talk if you haven’t got a brain?”
“I don’t know but some people without brains do an awful lot of talking, don’t they?” He joked.
“Oh you’re funny guy are you?”
“Only when I’m bored and I’m bored pretty much everyday of my life. If somebody walks by and I try to make conversation they just ignore me and walk away, but you’re the first person who’s actually acknowledged my existence that is other than these stupid crows that come around here.”
“Well we haven’t really met have we?”
“How do you do?”
“How do you do?”
“Very well thank you.”
“Lucky you. I’m not feeling at all well, it’s very tedious being stuck up here all day long with a pole up your back.”
“Oh dear that must be terribly uncomfortable. Can’t you get down?”
“Down? Well I would but um…It’s a little difficult.”
“Well here let me help you.”
She went over behind his post.
“Oh…Um…How exactly do you..” She said searching for something.
“Well I’m not bright about doing things.” He said. “But if you’ll just bend the nail down in the back maybe I’ll slip off and-”
She bent the nail and he fell off while losing some straw from his chest.
“Whoops! There goes some of me again.” He said picking up the straw that fell out.
“Does it hurt you?”
“Oh no! I just keep picking it up and putting it back in again. My it’s good to be free.” He stood up and stretched. “I am eternally in your dept milady.”
“Oh it was nothing really.”
“Here.” He picked a blue cornflower and handed to her.
“Thank you I’m Marinette.”
“I’m Cat Noir.” He took her hand and kissed the back of it. “At your service milady.”
“Cat Noir? Odd name for a scarecrow.”
“Well the farmer who made me couldn’t decide weather he wanted a cat or scarecrow to protect his fields so he decided to make a scarecrow with some black cat features added to it.”
“Yeah but there was one problem with his plan.”
A crow landed on his shoulder and he sneezed.
“Shoo! Scat! Ah…ah…achoo!”
“Freak!” The crow said before flying away.
“I’m allergic to feathers.” Cat Noir sniffled. “They come from miles around to eat in my field and laugh in my face. I was made with bad luck, I’m a jinx, and one of the things of having bad luck is being a scarecrow who’s allergic to crows!”
“That is a problem.”
“Tell me about it. My job is to scare crows away and if I can’t scare crows away I’m not doing my job and if I’m not doing my job the farmer gets rid of me.”
“Maybe you just need a lucky charm.”
“I need more than that, I need a new job without feathers being involved. But how can someone hire me if I can’t think? I need a brain.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Too bad you don’t live back in France because if the crows there saw you walking around and talking they would be scared to pieces.”
“It’s where I live and I wanna go back so badly that I’m going to ask the wizard of Miracula to help me.”
“You think he might help me?”
“I don’t see why not but maybe you better not I’ve got a witch mad at me and you might get into some trouble.”
“Witch? Ha! I’m not afraid of a witch. I’m not afraid of anything.” He looked around to see if anyone was listening. “Except a lighted match.” He whispered to her.
“I don’t blame you for that.”
“But that’s not a big problem that is as long as you don’t smoke and I won’t be much trouble, cat’s honor.”
“Technically you’re not a real cat but I’m sure your word is good.”
“So I can come?”
“Of course but you’re not allergic to cats are you?”
“No just feathers.”
“Good because this is my cat Plagg, he’ll be traveling with us.”
“Hey I remember you.” Cat Noir said petting him. “You’re the little guy who scared off the crows. You really saved my skin back there actually my straw.”
“Glad you two like each other.” She hooked her arm in his. “Shall we?”