"I did not see that coming." ((OPEN))
Nov 29, 2016 22:41:19 GMT -5
Post by Maui on Nov 29, 2016 22:41:19 GMT -5
Maui soared over the open ocean. His feathers ruffled in the breeze, and Maui gave a smile. It was so good to be free from that dratted island, and he owed it to Moana. Their unlikely companionship had proven to be most beneficial, no matter where Maui looked.
Gazing over the waters, Maui spotted a likely spot for a new island. He flapped his wings a few times, hovering in place. A quick shift, he would reach down with his magical hook and pull up a decently sized island for Moana and her people to find. He closed his eyes, gathering the minimal energy required for the rapid change in his shape. He felt his feathers shrink into skin, his fingers extended from his wings, his legs thickening and growing. He resumed his human shape, reaching out with his right hand. Just a little jerk of the fishhook, and he would bring—
Maui found himself face-first in a strange rock. His fishhook scattered out of his grasp, sliding just out of reach. Jumping to his feet, he grabbed his fishhook. Priorities, man. Glancing around, Maui realized he had no idea where he was. This obviously wasn’t the ocean, and as he knew he hadn’t had time to pull up the new island, Maui grew concerned. His eyebrows creased down. This was some magic unheard of, to have transported him such a vast distance.
People—mortals—passed him by, most without a second look. Maui frowned. Didn’t these people know who he was? We-ell, he would just have to remind them!
A quick glance down at his chest revealed mini-Maui shaking his head. “Aww, c’mon.” Mini-Maui only shook his head more. Maui threw his head back. “But—” Mini-Maui crossed his arms, tapping one foot, and then looked around. With a dramatic sigh, Maui grumbled only a little. Mini-Maui was right, as usual, and figuring out where he was should be a priority over reminding the mortals of the greatness that was Maui.
The fishhook glowed along its markings as Maui crouched. Feathers, talons, wings—Maui was a hawk again. It was really the best guise for surveillance. Not to mention there was no trace of mini-Maui or his nagging while Maui was a hawk.
The mortals were paying more attention to him now. He thought he heard a kid call out his name, but he had more important things on his mind. He would find the kid later to deliver an autograph. At least someone knew who he was!
Maui flapped his giant wings a few times, lifting his body from the ground. As he soared, he took in every detail he could with his keen eyes. Nothing looked familiar, at all. And the land extended as far as he could see; this was one giant island. Maui decided he needed to get higher. He would find the ocean, and from there he would find his way back to Moana.
An invisible barrier stopped him. While he hadn’t quite been moving fast enough to hurt himself, the barrier had surprised him. Shooting a dirty look at, well, nothing, Maui spiraled to the ground. One of these mortals had to have some answers for him. Just before his talons touched the ground, Maui shifted again, returning to his human form. Maybe that kid that had called out to him would have a few answers...
Gazing over the waters, Maui spotted a likely spot for a new island. He flapped his wings a few times, hovering in place. A quick shift, he would reach down with his magical hook and pull up a decently sized island for Moana and her people to find. He closed his eyes, gathering the minimal energy required for the rapid change in his shape. He felt his feathers shrink into skin, his fingers extended from his wings, his legs thickening and growing. He resumed his human shape, reaching out with his right hand. Just a little jerk of the fishhook, and he would bring—
Maui found himself face-first in a strange rock. His fishhook scattered out of his grasp, sliding just out of reach. Jumping to his feet, he grabbed his fishhook. Priorities, man. Glancing around, Maui realized he had no idea where he was. This obviously wasn’t the ocean, and as he knew he hadn’t had time to pull up the new island, Maui grew concerned. His eyebrows creased down. This was some magic unheard of, to have transported him such a vast distance.
People—mortals—passed him by, most without a second look. Maui frowned. Didn’t these people know who he was? We-ell, he would just have to remind them!
A quick glance down at his chest revealed mini-Maui shaking his head. “Aww, c’mon.” Mini-Maui only shook his head more. Maui threw his head back. “But—” Mini-Maui crossed his arms, tapping one foot, and then looked around. With a dramatic sigh, Maui grumbled only a little. Mini-Maui was right, as usual, and figuring out where he was should be a priority over reminding the mortals of the greatness that was Maui.
The fishhook glowed along its markings as Maui crouched. Feathers, talons, wings—Maui was a hawk again. It was really the best guise for surveillance. Not to mention there was no trace of mini-Maui or his nagging while Maui was a hawk.
The mortals were paying more attention to him now. He thought he heard a kid call out his name, but he had more important things on his mind. He would find the kid later to deliver an autograph. At least someone knew who he was!
Maui flapped his giant wings a few times, lifting his body from the ground. As he soared, he took in every detail he could with his keen eyes. Nothing looked familiar, at all. And the land extended as far as he could see; this was one giant island. Maui decided he needed to get higher. He would find the ocean, and from there he would find his way back to Moana.
An invisible barrier stopped him. While he hadn’t quite been moving fast enough to hurt himself, the barrier had surprised him. Shooting a dirty look at, well, nothing, Maui spiraled to the ground. One of these mortals had to have some answers for him. Just before his talons touched the ground, Maui shifted again, returning to his human form. Maybe that kid that had called out to him would have a few answers...