M!a LONG BIRD

...There was a pause as Hohenheim held a hand out for the white bird to land on; its assault on his face finally coming to an end. All in all, he could see how it would cause trouble back at the Head Quarters. Even in such a situation, it only made sense that they would attack a perceived 'monster', only to be devoured; even Hermeticism attempted to bring about such a fate... Ah, but if one treated it with kindness instead, it does in fact appear to calm down quite swiftly.

The problem, however, he noted, arose when it began to land; light refracting around it, there was a moment where it appeared black, and then... Disappeared, for a moment, as a new message sprung from his electronic device. An unpleasant expression crossed his face then, as the white bird fully flickered away, and standing before him...

"...O-02-62. I see, so this is their game," his voice was hollow, and empty, as a slight sigh escaped his breath. He stared at the hulking bird before him. Black feathers, as black as night, with a set of scales balanced upon its winding neck; leading to the bandaged appendage it called a head, 'stared' back at him, and for a moment, he felt a slight tinge of something. One might have suspected it was fear, but he knew this to be a physical response, as something was crawling up from his pocket once more, with reckless speed, too. Hermie had climbed up his coat again, and wrapped defensively around his shoulders. A futile effort, given their current level of strength, and the... Outcomes, of most things reported from headquarters.

"Stand down, Hermeticism," Hohenheim closed his eyes, and buried his hands into his pockets. "We've no chance against it, but it stands no chance leaving this room either. To put it simply, I may as well record what information I can regarding it, until it disappears, or is replaced by some other beast," he stated plainly, as...

"Ah, I see it's begun," Hohenheim paused for a moment, as, through the window of the PDA, the white bird fluttered out from containment, and began to peck at him. He winced for a moment, but relaxed as he closed his eyes, and realized the damage was... Minimal. If anything, there was an almost calming affect given off by the attack. "How interesting. Though I've never seen you," he paused for a slight moment, as the bird moved to diligently attacking his face; though he still seemed none-the-worse for wear.