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om_hawkeye ([personal profile] om_hawkeye) wrote in [community profile] om_main2015-05-02 09:02 am

Twitterpation: The Very Beginning, Saturday Morning

When Sharon interrupts a training session with Clint and Wanda, Topher becomes a catalyst for the school's greatest mishap: nearly half of the student population is turned into a baby animal for the next twenty-four hours. What follows is hilarity at its finest.

Clint juggled a couple of soft hacky-sacks in his hands, keeping an eye on Wanda out of the corner of his eye. The weirdest thing about training with her was that there was no real concrete way to train probability. Focus, on the other hand - peace of mind and focus and patience - that was the real topic of study. Wanda was pretty much one of the most zen people Clint knew, so working with her on finding that stillness inside of him was probably the best thing he could do for himself, even if he wasn't always sure it was working.

The small bean bags bounced from hand to hand in a paced sort of rhythm - one two three, one two three, one two three - and Clint settled his breathing and his heartbeat, barely letting them make any sound as they hit his palms.

Wanda smiled a little as she watched, careful to stay present but not actually distract him. She wasn't half the teacher Agatha had been and she knew it, but she could at least pass on some of what she'd been taught. With a few changes, of course. She doubted Clint would do well with some of the exact exercises.

Though it didn't mean she couldn't still tease him occasionally. "Want to try another one?" She asked, timing it just as his hands were empty.

Nearby, Topher had built himself a little nest out of soft mats and yoga bolsters and giggling at his phone. He was supposed to be training, but his partner was late, and there was no way he was going to do physical activity voluntarily with no one to witness the effort. Thus he was kicking back, propped against the wall, scrolling through the latest tech blogs as well as the the annals of his sadly neglected tumblr. When did otters become a thing?

"Okay okay," Clint grinned, keeping the rhythm going. He'd noticed the giggling teen a few yards away a few minutes earlier, but in his efforts to keep the balls in play, he'd migrated closer, two-stepping around the balls dancing in his hands. Let the guy snicker at whatever he was doing. It was just one more thing to help with Clint's training and keep him completely focused on what he was doing. Nodding to Wanda, he told her, "Go ahead. Hell, make it two."

"Adventurous," Wanda said with a flash of a grin. The boy in the corner had largely been put of her mind when it seemed like he wasn't going to get in way, but as they'd drifted closer she'd done her best to steer Clint clear of him. Only so much she could do without nudging probability strings, though, and that was very much not the point of the exercise.

"But if you're sure," she added, tossing the two bean bags absently back and forth between her hands, before suddenly flicking both of them Clint's way, "catch."

Sharon, against better judgement, chose that time to jump down from her hiding place the rafters on to Clint's shoulder. This was her intention at least. At the angle she landed at she ended up pushing Clint off balance, into Wanda, and the two of them (cat attached) went careening into Topher where he was sprawled out on the mats.

Wanda startled as she very abruptly found herself heading towards the floor, hands coming up in front of her instinctively. She collided into Topher with a huff as Clint fell into her in turn, and the bright flash of red that exploded out from all of them could have been just a trick of the light. Wanda herself barely noticed it.

Suddenly finding himself at the bottom of a dogpile, Topher huffed out all the air in his lungs in one breath. However, that dizziness didn't compare to the cacophony of powers the were surging through him, fighting for dominance and mingling into one awkwardly amplified event. He wouldn't have had words to describe the feeling even if he had had the breath to do so.

For Clint, all of a sudden, everything was sharper, bigger, and louder. He blinked his eyes shut, but all that did was make things a little fuzzier for half a moment, and then the world was there in all its excruciating detail. He threw himself back, but he fell end over end, arms flailing, encumbered, too long, too fumbly, legs too stubby beneath him. He shouted in surprise, but it came out as a high-pitched kee-aww screaming through the air.

Sharon found her feet, rolling out of the pile of bodies. She quickly noticed that Clint was alarmingly.... A bird. She nosed Wanda, who seemed to be a person and unharmed. Topher also looked perfectly normal. Sharon shifted upward, staying minimally hybrid for the sake of modesty. "Clint?" She called.

Clint's head shot up and swiveled almost 180 degrees at the sound of his name, then tilted up, then up, staring at Sharon with a quiet kee sound. He tried to step back, but fumbled again, tail feathers getting in the way of his balance, and he ended up hopping a bit in place to try and maintain his grip on staying upright.

The bird turned its head sharply at the sound of its name. His name. OH GOD.

"I! You! We!" Topher was still sprawled on the floor, crushed into his mat, and each of those words was a fully formed sentence in his head. Do they expel you for birding people?

Wanda stared for a long moment, mouth working soundlessly, before she made her way closer to the bird. "Clint?" She asked softly, holding out a hand that hovered like she was afraid to touch him. "Are you...alright?"

"Don't think he can answer," Sharon pointed out.

Clint's head swiveled from side to side, looking between each of them, shifting in place, wings spread to try and balance. He gave another plaintive keen, staring up at Wanda with sharp eyes. He'd started to figure out that, yeah, he was a bird, but why the fuck he was a bird!? That was the main reason his breast puffed in and out with his breathing.

Right. Of course. Wanda moved her outstretched hand to cover her mouth and took a couple deep breaths. Falling apart now was definitely not going to improve the situation. "I am so sorry," she said once she had herself a little more together. "I'm going to fix this."

"Really?!" Topher was incredulous and the panic brought out the mocking side of him. "You have a lot of experience with the transfiguration, Professor McGonagall?"

Sharon glared at Topher, having little patience for panicked, nonconstructive commentary when two of her friends were upset. "I do," she said in a please-don't-fuck-with-me tone. She leaned to carefully stroke her fingers over Clint's head in a manner that Diaval in raven form always found soothing. "You'll be okay," she promised. "We're here because teachers are good at figuring powers out. Otherwise we wouldn't need them," she pointed out in a calm, reasonable tone. "And you're a beautiful hawk. You'll get to fly until we sort this. Going to be amazing."

The bird subsided slightly, sitting back, wings tucked back in against his body. Clint nudged his head against her fingers, and shifted in place, but quieted. If anyone could figure out what the hell was going on, it was the girls. He looked up at Wanda and gave a little jerk of his head in a birdy nod. He trusted that she would get it worked out.

"Right," Wanda said, absently dusting off her knees as she got to her feet. "I'm going to try to find one of the telepaths. Look after him, Sharon?"

Sharon nodded and then shifted full were-cat because she was stronger and healed faster like that. Clint was going to have to get used to having very sharp talons. She scooped him up and nuzzled him with her large furry muzzle briefly before settling Clint on her arm. She kept one hand out to balance him. "Will take care of him." She glanced at Topher. "Calm down and be useful?" she suggested. "Help Wanda? Might need science." The intellectual types always seemed more grounded when they had a problem to mull over.

If Clint had become a line of computer code, maybe Topher would have been helpful. As it was, he would probably have been more useful digging up worms or buying corn at the A&P. Or whatever hawks eat. I'm not Jack freakin' Hanna. But he stood and locked step with Wanda anyway, since he didn't think he had a lot to offer team Furry Feathery. He was also mostly sure it wasn't a ruse to get him out of the room so Sharon could eat Clint, so he felt good about it.

"Yeah, sure. We'll get the cavalry."

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