#harold

Thinking about my Harold Helicopter bird creature again ough. I want to pick him up and inspect him.

I imagine he's a part of a species of odd bird-like creatures called whirlybirds. I like to think they come in many colors à la pigeons and can be iridescent in some places, too. They are very social creatures and will gather in large numbers to chat and groom each other.

Within his community, Harold feels a bit like he doesn't fit in. He struggles a bit to get the attention of other whirlybirds and has difficulty attracting a mate. He much prefers hanging out with mold spore Percy and preening his fluff.

Welcome, everyone.

[He said coldly, Tobor the first to walk on the metal floors.]

@half-a-poluscrew

PUPPY!!

(The jester screamed, bells ringing as they ran out and tackle hugged said armourer, getting peeled off by a tan-suited ram, who was glaring down at him)

Oh great, we have a crew with a jester.

(He grumbled, tossing the clown at Tobor.)

A RAM, TOO?!

A clingy one.

(Harold came out, the crown that was normally on his helmet on his head, with marina following him out soon after)

So helpless, and so insufficient.

Why does it have to be this way

Why is love not able to save a person

Why is love not enough

Why does the human who's so deserving of so all love and care and warmth and comfort and happiness of the world don't believe they deserve it

Why do they feel like they are not good enough, that they are never going to be good enough

Why do they they think they are a bad child and ... (please read between the lines)

Why does it have to be so repressed

Why do you have to make that lovely child go through all that. They did not deserve any of it.

They should've been happy and loved and cared for, which they are technically, but why do the horrors, the damn horrors persists?

Guys! Our Mira HQ Captain has said he wants to join us for our first trip! How wonderful is that!?

[Tobor exclaimed, his visor full of pride. The Mira HQ Captain waved, looking bored already.]

Ahoy…

[He said, shoving his hands in his pockets of his suit. George was sitting beside Harold, looking a little worried as he looked at the pirate.]

…eugh, a pirate…? Really…? That’s what Mira went for as a captain…?

@half-a-poluscrew

Eye-eye see!

(The bright yellow jester, bell, joked, giggling to themselves as they did a pirate's salute.)

Well, captain, I hope you don't mind another.. Recruit.

(Harold, the pink crewmate grumbled, shooting a glare in the direction of a pale turquoise crewmate, who was flipping through a book of plant specimens showing them to wine)

--and this one is my second favorite, it's a poison that can make the membrane of your cells implode, ensuring you become brain dead if the organs shutting down doesn't do it! Though, nothing can beat good ol pufferfish, simple and deadly!!

Ugh. So brutalistic..

(She looked up from her book, the veil-brimmed cap on her head barely hiding the annoyed look)

What was that?

This is our captain, uh... What was your name, sir?