Birds: The Gaebrille Guard


Originally posted by Longsword on April 7th, 2009


"Eh...this has been one heck of a trip," Roy sighed as he began trying to find suitable clothing for Daemon.

He stopped for a moment as he stuffed a maroon T-shirt into the bag with a dumbfounded look on his face.

"I'm talking to myself! Must...retain...sanity..." he muttered, slapping himself in the face. "Eh..."

-=Roy's Subconscious=-


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Roy twitched several times before shaking his head and staring at the bottle of tea sitting beside him.

"Hm...stuff's got a kick to it."

"That's what you think," spoke a female voice.


"I'm your conscience, Roy."

Roy looked to his left shoulder, where there stood a blonde girl with wings, black clothing and glasses.

"Holy crap. You look like kinda like Daemon."

Roy's Conscience furrowed her eyebrows and sighed. "Sure. We'll go with that. Id. Ego. Get out here."

A boy with khaki pants, a black and gold jacket, and shoulder-length brown hair, which covered his left eye, appeared on top of Roy's head while a particular movie villain in a purple and green suit and face paint appeared on his right shoulder. Apparently, with some kind of theme, the villain had devil wings.

"Alright, Roy. On your head is your id. And, the fellow on your other shoulder is your--"

"What's the Joker doing here?" Roy interrupted.

"Wanna see a magic trick?" Ego asked.

"Does it involve jamming a pencil through my eye-socket?"

"No. That costs extra."

"Can we get to the point of why we're here?" Conscience sighed.

"Is she always this way?"

Id nodded, conjuring a cup of ramen. "Oh, yeah. You get used to it."

"Shut up!"

Joker-Ego smirked, "C'mon."

Apparently, Ego's Dark Knight quotes had worn on Conscience's last nerves, as she began storing energy for something in an anime-esque manner. Roy and Id, however, merely watched as if amused.

"Kamehameha!" Conscience screamed, unleashing a bluish beam from her hands, which knocked Ego from Roy's shoulder.

Id's eyes widened as he dropped his chopsticks. "You killed Heath Ledger! You--"

"Utter another syllable, and you're next.

Roy shook his head slightly and groaned. "Uh, you guys are insane. In fact, you're making me think that I should commit myself to the nearest mental health facility pronto."

"No, no!" Conscience pleaded. "See...we're here to help you...with your tea addiction and to help you conquer your demons."

"What she said...ow..." muttered an anguished voice.


Conscience nodded. "We'll do it in steps, like any good self-help program. So, for tonight's step, we want you to realize that you're not hallucinating. Everything you've done tonight actually happened."

"So...this stuff's not laced with LSD?"

Id shook his head, slurping down the broth of the ramen.

"That means I'm on a real adventure, then, doesn't it?"

"I would think so," Id shrugged.

"Well, good luck to you, Roy," Conscience waved, looking down to where Ego laid. "Hey, you, get up! We're done here!"

"Again...why so...ser--"

Id held up his hands in the 'whoa-there' gesture. "Um, dude, that's what got you into this mess. I'd lay off."

"Point taken."

As the Freudian Trio left, Roy twitched several times, wondering if he had been dreaming or if they were actually real. Then, he examined the wall where Conscience's Kamehameha had hit Ego, seeing a blast-hole.

"Just when I thought life couldn't get any weirder..." he thought out loud as he began rummaging through clothes again.

*((Taken from "Chic 'N' Stu" by System of a Down.))

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