Missy

How to bluff... terribly

"Mello..." Your hands formed a vice like grip around the black metal shaft. "You have... You have a..."

"I... It appears so..." Mello opened his... beak, for lack of better words... and closed it slowly. As if getting used to what exactly it was. It was quite disturbing, watching the blade split neatly in half and join again without a trace. Eventually he turned to you. "Wh-Why do I have a beak !? Young Mistress... How am I even communicating !? Out loud for that matter!"

Your brow furrowed. "You mean you don't know !? B-b-but you're so old !"

"I am the exact same age as you thank you very much!"

Kronos it was so disconcerting to be yelled at outside of your head.

"You get what I mean though. Like... You've been around for... for..." The words were getting so tangled up inside your head. How on earth were you supposed to string one thought coherently to the next? "For ages . You must have been like this at some point before."

He looked at you.

You looked back.

He drooped.

"Oh no." You shook your head, abruptly collapsing onto the roof tiles. "No no no no no no... There's no way you don't know... You know everything . This must have happened at least once!"

"No... This is the first time I have been able to so much as verbally speak alongside my bearer. Forming a beak is... it is... unprecedented."

"So you don't know what's going on?"

"I do not know what is going on, correct."

"UGH!" You flopped backwards onto your back and stared up at the vast blue sky above. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't. It cou...

Aaaaah why did all the crazy stuff have to happen to you ! It wasn't faaaaaair! Seriously, why ?! Didn't you have enough on your plate as it was right now, what with making a deal with a black hearted pirate, stopping your brother's best friend from dying, and now trying to prevent your own crewmate from being sent to one of the worst prisons that had ever existed.

You did not need this. Not now.

Grimacing, you raised a hand to shield your eyes from the blinding sun.

But then again... what else could you do? Moping wasn't exactly an option, even if your brain was a little fried.

"Right." You flipped to your feet. "What's the plan now? There must be something we can do to help."

"Indeed." Mello frowned, twisting around your shoulders for support. "As strange as this situation is, we will not get answers without Robin and dear Chopper's help. They know considerably more about our physiological make up than I do."

"The file we got on us wouldn't hurt either," you muttered. "There're probably some experiments in there that could help."

They were still in your side pouch. Probably a little crumpled by now, but relatively intact. Although it did look like a damned bird had managed to slash at the outside... You hissed. Stupid Hattori. Fighting him had taken up too much time and effort.

You kicked at the bird, still lying limp on the roof tiles. It would be pretty bad if he came to and went after you. It would be best to get rid of him. But you wouldn't kill him. You had promised to yourself, and even if he was the most annoying pigeon in the whole of existence you would not break that promise. So what should you do?