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[M + Starfox] Falco Lombardi, StarFox*
« on: June 12, 2014, 03:13:54 PM »
- Bird's Nest -

Summary: The blue avian is sick with an unforgiving cold he can't shake off. Falco wouldn't feel half as bad if it didn't come on the frequently postponed, much anticipated, space-race against he and his pink feline friend, Katt.

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   "Huh..."
   "....hehehahuh...."
   "Huh.... huh... hhhh------heeACCTTCHUUUUhaaaahh..."
   Being confined to his quarters in the Great Fox was one thing, being confined in his bed with thick blankets covering every inch of him was another. The hums of the large spaceship floated endless into space and was nearing Corneria orbit within several hours, once clearing had passed through. Slippy Toad occupied his time doing their Arwin ship maintenance repairs, undaunted by the damage they had received during their last mission; Pepper Hare was in the main room, establishing contact with several of the ship's main computers to ensure a nice and gentle ride back home; Fox McCloud was in his own quarters, but unlike Falco, was fully active and taking a lighthearted jog around the ships hallways as a means to stay fit. Everyone had something they could do to abide their time to sleep off the remaining wait, but only Falco, the fourth crewmember of the StarFox team - was confined in bed for the last several days.
   Signs of the cold crept up a few days ago, but Falco mistook it for merely a nagging itch in his beak. Sneezes were brief and far apart; he was certain his Arwing cockpit was nice and neat, and his room was just as well-kept. The Great Fox itself was the epitome of clean machinary and hardly left for naught by the foursome, and the ships robots were always swift to take action to make sure efficiency was one-hundred percent.
   Falco tried retracing his steps if anyone he knew was sick, or had been sick, but coldn't quite think far back. He was far too angry being sheltered in his own room to think that far behind; he should be out there giving his artillery weapons a spitshine, or getting a feel for the new weapons training room with the newly released standard issue Cornerian handgun weaponry. Alas, his hound was pounding, and his beak was starting to feel numb with each passing itch that gripped him: he felt rather cold, and buried himself deeper into the blankets for warmth. Overall the feeling was pretty miserable, as to be expected, and the moaning feeling of being trapped did not make him feel any better. When this was all said and done, this bird was going to make up for lost time and get back in the game!
   Trapped to watching old movies he'd stocked up in his quarters, a respectable television link to the planet, he couldn't do much but sit and mope. One could watch so many cornball comedies before figuring maybe he should give into sleeping in. The service robot, ROB 64, might stop by again towards the near end of the trip with fresh medicine and a glass of water.
   It was only until both eyes were nearly closed when his videophone suddenly rang, coming in from an outside source. Normally channel links were limited to the general that assigned them in space, and Fox, Slippy, Peppy and the robots. However, Falco had managed to get Slippy to tweak the system a bit to let him make outside calls to anyone else he knew the number to. In such case, a pink feline named Katt Monroe - friend, and playful rival, so attached and yet so far apart of each other, it was a wonder why the two never got together.
   "Hey Falco! It's me!" chimed in the perky feline, accompanied by a silly ringtone the videochat made to accompany her presence online. "Okay so, it's going on how many weeks now? Six weeks? C'mon buster, you can't keep getting assigned on so many missions all the time - when're you gonna get some leeway in, huh?"
   Katt and Falco made a challenge to one another earlier in the year. One space race, from one corner of the galaxy to the next, past a barrage of familiar asteroids territory, anc back. The loser buys dinner on the next date. So far, the challenge had been accepted, yet failed to gain traction. The avian had every intention to get going today, but now the cold was standing in his way. As for mission assignments, well, that couldn't be helped: General Pepper, generally speaking, wanted he, Fox, and the rest to stay fit and pro-active while they were going to be assigned under his name. It wasn't his fault, it was just being signed to the regiment. Still, it put a cramp on things, and he couldn't try to keep Katt down for too long.
   The feline was anxious to get things going to see who the best was. A large portion of it was Falco's big mouth, as well, making her want to put his mouth where his money was.
   Falco had barely opened his mouth to speak, but the urge to sneeze suddenly overcame him. His body convulsed completely, lurching him forward and a chill going down his back from the release. It was loud, a bit rough, and from what Katt remembered hearing from a friend one day about it - admittedly tender. This would be her first experience seeing it on the phone; to see it live would be quite a strange moment for her.
   "--ahhhaaaHACCH'TKKchu.... ....hhaAAAACH'TTKChuuu...."
   Katt tried to conceal a blush. His feathers raised when he shot forward, his eyes squinted, and part of his body wobbled a little bit. She could see soe of the spray but quite, on her end. Seeing him sick made her sigh, though, as it would only prolong their competition further - and as one could tell already, she didn't want to wait much any longer.
   "I'm sthick," Falco finally replied, looking back at her on the videochat while reaching for the tissue box beside him, "Sthorry, Katt, you're justhh gonna have to wait a whittle bith longer." He said it in such a mock tone that made it sound like he was getting a good kick out of this, finding more reasons to avoid her.  The feline didn't look too impressed as a result, and huffed with anger a little bit on the other line.
   She shook her head. "You're kidding me, right?"
   "Babe, as long I'm shivering here like I shpent the lasth couploo nightz in an igloo-- yesh, I'mbg gonna haff to postphone again. Be patient, will ya? Maybe Pepperaah-- will get me shome time off after all dis, 'cause I haff been workinth hard, y'know..."
   The feline shook her head. "Falco, you're such a faker. Part of me thinks you're just doing this to avoid me!"
   "I'm Thaking thish? Hheee--ehehhaha---ehehEEAACCHTTNKCHUU!" Falco released a harsh, rough sneeze and moved forward again, his feathers ruffled. Blowing his nose visibly on the tissue, he showed her the results of what he had just used. Looked legit enough, there was no question to deny it. Every time he spoke he felt a little weaker on the inside, and Katt was only making it worse. "No Katt, seriously, I'm ill here. We'll be in orbith in a cupla days and then he-- heh... heh.... heehAACHCHUUU'huh..... cchhhnnssXXTchu-huh.... In a couple days I'll have ROB 64 run an inspection, see if I'm okay, then we'll do it. I promise."
   Katt found it hard to see, but he did look awfully sick. She turned away from the sight of his used tissue, and peeked back when he was done. "...alright, alright, I get it. You do look sick. I bet you caught something on your last mission, didn't you, Falco?"
   "Prob'lee."
   "Like what?"
   Falco shrugged. There was a planet that had gone unmapped for awhile, and they had taken some acute data to send it back to home base to discuss at length. Falco ditched the team midway on the hunch some enemies were using it as an excuse to stay hidden, only to be disappointed when such was not the case. He had gone on foot as well, encountering several strange plants emitting pollen and pores that made his eyes sore. Likely, it might've made him sick, but reports showed no such signs of any ill-fated contact with them.
   "... you askin'th me?" the avian asked, perking a brow, "hell would I know, heh... probably just a bug. Workin too hardth you kno-w-w-eehaAACHUuahhh....acchhTTTCHHuuuuaahhh..... aahhhhcchthuuuucha....."
   The sneezing fit was making Falco ill. Katt was starting to smile. It sucked seeing him in ill, but maybe it was poetic justice for avoiding her for so long.
   "Well, drink lots of water, juice, and stay safe, you big silly bird," the feline comforted her friend.  "When you're fine again we're gonna see who's the fastest flier in space, and one who can come back in one piece. No risky business, you hear me? No frisky business, either."
   Falco gleamed, looking back at her with a wry grin. "Fristhy, huh? This turning you on?"
   She stoppd quiet, blinking without anything to say.
   "What?"
   Falco continued gazing into her, blowing his nose. "Thisth turning you on?"
   "No," replied Katt, turning away a little bit. "...just don't like seeing you sick, that's all. What're you getting at? Get back to bed you goon, before I tell everyone you're wussing out to me!" She finally eased back into a smile, looking back at him with a bit a scowl. "The great Falco finding excuse after excuse---"
   "HeeAAACCHHUUU!.... Heeacchttchuuhuh...."
   Katt continued, mockingly: "...sneeze after sneeze... to avoid his pal."
   The avian chuckled. She was going to get her match one day, just not now. He could only wait for the day she got sick too, just to add to the humor of it all. Then the tables would eb turned! Wishing her a good-bye, he shut the videochat off and turned off the light, quickly huddling back into his bed with the blankets covering him like some feather burrito. As long as the long flight was over quickly, as was this cold, he'd feel a lot better than he did now... it was simply a matter of time.
   *snnifffff...snorrttt* ....I guess I shu---shholud be.... be... thankful.... ahheeaACHHHUUUhah.....
« Last Edit: July 05, 2014, 08:21:24 AM by Furry-Sneezes »

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Re: [M + Starfox] Falco Lombardi, StarFox*
« Reply #1 on: June 14, 2014, 08:59:08 PM »
- Recuperation -

Summary: Peppy Hare helps console Falco with the cold that just won't quit, on the final few hours reaching base in Corneria.

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   Knock knock knock...
   Falco was heavy into his sleep. He finally latched onto a good dream and stuck with it for the remainder of the night, which aided his recovery during the long shuttle flight home. It had been at least four hours, uninterrupted, the only sounds being the faint hum of the Great Fox's inner workings. The avian was spralwed across the bed humorously like a mannequin that had been put onto display but left incomplete, one leg sticking out while one arm crookedly bent for the floor, the other buried into his pillow. Uncomfortable as it might've looked, Falco was unphased by it. For what it was, as long as it helped keep his mind off of the cold.
   Knock knock knock...
   "Mmmngg..." the blue bird pilot groaned.
   The dream in particular was unique. Strangely, his cold still remained even in the dream; scattered as it was, he juggled the notion that it'd suddenly stick with him during combat, or even later in the day. Some dreams were like that, usually just like reels of film of the imagination of how days might play out. In this case, sneezing while in communication with his team or during a dogfight. How embarrasing! The last thing anyone wanted to see in the videochat lines was his spit and snot aimed right at them, and a loud release echoing through their speakers as they were trying to keep formation. The bird imagined it getting silly, the sneezing controlling him in the thick of a batle he was losing, making the ship tilt and slide each time he sneezed.
   'Falco, keep that sneeze in check! You're an open target!' Fox would say in the dream, warning him that his next sneeze could be his last - these doggone rival pilots were gonna abuse every chance they got!
   Falco would snap back with, 'Hey pal, I'm on your side!' before eventually sneezing through the remainder of the conversation. "I--- Iiaiaihh...hehe...ehuh... huh...HHUURAACHHOOO! HHHUaaacTCHHUUUOO!! HUAARRAACHHNSSTT.... CHOO!!! HAANNRRANZZSSXTCHOOOO!!" Followed by a long, long sniffle and snort, Falco was incapable of keeping a word in straight.
   Even in his dream his beak was a sore red. It wasn't too noticeable, but one could almost mistake him for having buried his nose deep into a vat of red chalkdust. His eyes were tearing a slight, and evey third word would offend his poor nostrils. Each result also ruffled his feathers as he tried to stifle it.
   'Bless you!' chimed Slippy innocently.
   'Thankzz.'
   'No problem!'
   The bird continued to fight. He gripped his hands on the controls as he maneuvered into a barrell roll, avoiding barrage and barrage of blasts coming his way. His ship was sustaining damage, an admirable effort all things considered of the situation. Falco wasn't goint to let his cold get in the way of being shot down, much less blown up. It'd be a terrible way to go. Thrusting into full speed once he avoided a painful shot on the Arwing's wings, Falco stalked his attack from behind and unleashed an unruly wave of shots all on his own. The clever fighter took it all, and spiraled out of control.
   'That's the Falco I know!' cheered Peppy from the results, 'All that and then some! Good work, bird!'
   'HehehehACCHHEETCHOOO!' Falco sneezed. Slippy repeated another blessing.

   From here the dream ended abruptly, Falco suddenly waking up with a near heart skip and a jolt. Seconds into his eyes opening there Peppy was, right in front of him - and, oddly enough - a little dripping wet across the face. The hare was unamused: the dream might not've been real, but Falco's sneezing had in fact been tied into it, adding to the effect. As such, his last sneeze had unfortunately found it's way right into an unsuspecting Peppy Hare, looking above him just to see how he was doing. No other moment could've had lasting awkwardness than what was happening right now.
   Falco snorted, grabbing a tissue. "Erm...."
   The hare looked had in his hands a towel, meant to give Falco to rest off the final hours into landing. The Great Fox was due to be pulled into atmosphere soon, leading into a slight rise in temperature. Knowing a little bit about his friend and partner not doing so well, the wet cloth could do a little bit of wonders for the remaining part of the trip. With nothing else to clean himself with, the hare used the towel to clean his facesoon.
   "Ah, gesundheit, Falco," said the older one of the two. Falco was a bit younger than Peppy by at least a few years, at best. In a way the hare was a little bit like their father, or a distant friend with whom could keep their attitudes in check and maintain group stability. "I trust next time you'll try and aim for somewhere else."
   Falco blew his nose with a honk. "Don't look at me, man, you were in the line of fire!" Taking another tissue in hand, he grunted, slowly rising out of bed. The constant sneezing in his dream, the contiued thought of it, left more than a lasting impression on him. In what way he didn't know right now, but he wondered about it for a little bit while regaining his sense. "Are we there yet?"
   "No," Peppy replied, shaking his head. "But we're nearing it. We'll be there just in time for lunch, so just sit tight and keep your mind off.  I take it your cold isn't getting any better?"
   "...AAeehh...."
   Peppy knew wiser, and stepped to the side, as Falco's chest rose-- the bird's eyes cross-eyed --hands into the air and forcing the tissue onto his beak in a huff. "It cu-- it could be beh--- beh---- beehhhehh---- behhhhhhh--- behHETTRAAACCCHHHUUUUhaaahh...." Shutting his eyes, he blew his nose again, feathers ruffling. A groan emitted from the pilot, and he collapsed back into his bed. His body felt numb, and his legs fely stiff. Speak nothing of his region, the dream had affected him in a weird way. For some reason, the sound of his own sneezing sounded almost pleasuable. Falco smothered himself up in the blankets to hide what might've been the faintest feeling of morning wood.
   The hare decided to go get another towel, but not just yet. "If the medicine isn't working, maybe we should check you in with the local doctors. Can't have a sick man on the crew, you know, and StarFox is best in a unit of four-- you're our best pilot, Falco, on par with the rest of whom I've been with. On the other hand maybe this could all be from you pushing yourself way too hard, you really should try to take it down a notch."
   "Tahake it down a notch?" Falco snapped. "Pep, man, going all the way is the only reason I'm still alive! I shift gears now I'm gonna feel as redundant as yesterday's trash---!"
   "That's not what I meant, Falco," replied the hare. "I'm just saying it's a possibility you got it from pushing yourself to the max a lot of the time. Scale back a bit, before your own body gives out on you. Recover. If it's not that maybe you caught it from something you did, but until we can figure out what, this is just an old friend giving a piece of advice."
   Falco sneezed harshly, no tissue to spare him, and the mist illuminated from Cornerian planet glow outside his windows. He sneezed again, then again, and covered himself up from the chest to clean himself. Peppy still strayed far, shaking his head.
   "Bless you," said Peppy. "...now, if it's any consolation, I have ROB looking into re-supplying you with some new medicine, you're nearly out of your previous batch. And some orange juice."
   "HEEAAACHHUUUhaaahhh..... hheeeAAACCHHHUUhhahhheehhAAACHHUUUU.... SSNNZZTTTCCHHOOOO!!"
   Peppy sighed, patting Falco on the back. "Glad to know you agree, heh."
   "It ain't my fault," snorted Falco, looking back at Peppy. "It's just a cold. I'll fight it. Just a bit more rest and I'm out of this joint, I have some unfinished business with Katt and that's that." The avian managed to crack a smile, in true fashion, giving his hare friend and mentor a reassuring sparkle of confidence. "Then I'll rest. You got it? When have I ever failed you?"
   The hare didn't say much, but he agreed. Falco never failed.... even if he was stubborn.
   "Don't get your ears twisted in a not, you dumb bunny," Falco chorted. "I'm gonna be alright."
   With not much else to say, the two parted ways. Falco was left to his own devices, easing back into the sleep, but also in a bit of contemplative thought. What was it about this cold that made him feel so weird? Why did he like it? He decided it was better off not knowin the specifics or getting into it too much. Maybe his dream wouldn't play it like it did. Closing his eyes to rest, the avian drifted off back into a nice good sleep, the Cornerian landing no farther now than it had been earlier.
   Meanwhile, elsewhere, Peppy might not have realized it then, but even he felt as if just being there he was due to catch the sniffles eventually. His whiskers twitched a little and his small button noe began to wriggle. A small rub of the nose fought against the fates played gere, but he knew it would return eventually.
   "Next time,I think I'm going to bring a mask..." the hare said to himself.

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Re: [M + Starfox] Falco Lombardi, StarFox*
« Reply #2 on: June 24, 2014, 04:13:53 AM »
Wow, this was seriously awesome. I typically dont like sneezing from characters with beaks, but this was so well written that I truly enjoyed it!.

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Re: [M + Starfox] Falco Lombardi, StarFox*
« Reply #3 on: June 24, 2014, 04:21:40 AM »


thank you :3 falco's one of my favorites.

i guess up until now i didn't think we had many avian sneezing, hehe. :)