He sat on the ledge of a balcony, tome snuggled comfortably in his lap. Theoretical Magicks: Faraway Lands: kind of a dull read, not really what he had been promised nor what he had been looking for, but it served well enough to pass the time. The building he sat on overlooked Maeron's port in all its bustle and glory. Couldn't ask for a better view. Humming peacefully to himself, he flipped the page, revealing a promising passage on the application of astral magic to elemental usage on the dreamweavers' plane.

And then the ground shook. And this was no ordinary tremor! Almost knocked from his perch, he had to fumble to keep his book from tumbling below. Catching it less delicately than he'd have liked, he readjusted himself onto a better, sturdier spot. Muttering in irritation, he glanced up, wondering just what might have caused it and wondering whether he ought to be worrying about a tsunami or an eruption or gods knew what else.

The giant ghostly rabbit fit best into that last category. Frowning, Frey turned his gaze onto the small spectral dragon slumbering next to him. It had only appeared as of quite recently. "Wouldn't happen to be related to that thing, would you?" he inquired dryly, rolling his eyes. With a derisive snort, he turned back to his book.

Meh.

Normally, she would not even bother with the rumors of this spectral bunny running across the continents. While she was lounging in Adeluna, a noblewoman approached her, with a very enthusiastic desire to hear all about the rabbit from a first hand experience. What did this have to do with Mirannda? Well, the woman didn't want to do it herself, too dangerous. She needed someone who could handle herself. The offered pay was decent, and the phoenix didn't have anything else better to do. Besides, she needed to build up her reputation from the ground up again.

Thus, she found herself getting sent to a new destination, with an observatory mission. Her mood was beginning to gloomy by the time she made her way to Sidhiel. Mirannda was caught in a loop of self loathing, and actually feeling decent about this new land. There was no Sin, for starters. But there was Logan, someone she wasn't sure was more dangerous or merely a nuisance. Then there was also her tie to Celeste, another vampiric creature. Offered to her as an apology of a transgression against "holy" matrimony.

Walking through the city, marveling at the marbled walls, Elata screeched overhead. "Didn't think you'd let me go alone." "Of course not." Yet, as she continued, she felt odd. Her control of magic have been tenuous at best, getting steadily stronger by the day. However, something was wrong. It felt erratic, fluxing against her. It wasn't until her hand caught on fire that she realized how potentially dangerous it was. With a shake of her hand, Mirannda attempted to put her hand out. Instead, the fire jumped from her hand and flew up, hitting the wall just above someone's head… Someone who just so happened to be reading a book. "Oops… Sorry!" she called out.

Somewhere nearby, a small white-garbed figure climbed up to the rooftops with some difficulty. Standing on the eaves, she put her hands on her hips and looked out over the horizon. A light breeze passed through the area, gently rustling the hem of her dress. Finally, after following the trail of confusion and rumors–she had found it once again. "I've got you now, Mr. Bunny!" The small oni shouted, pointing her finger dramatically in its direction. "You might've gotten away from me back in Perditi, hopped continents, and even run all the way to an island…but your days of running end here, right now! For the great and magnificent Myouga, arcanist extraordinaire–is not one to be underestimated!" No matter how far it tried to run, or how it tried to hide, the arcanist would not stop until she had her prize. As a professor of the Irian mages' academy, there was almost no place in all of Revaliir where she had not set foot at least once. It was time she got her samples from this miraculous magical anomaly! She had seen elementals, golems, and magical constructs, but having magic manifest as a semi-living being was something she had never heard of. And of course, she wanted a piece of the action…literally.

She might not be able to use her magic against it or cast her beloved spell of explosion, but she wasn't known as a professor who explored the corners of the world for nothing! Taking out a strange horn shaped like a cornucopia, Myouga raised it high above her head while speaking in a loud voice. "Oh spirits of harvest and plenty, heed my call! Come forth and bring devastation upon my enemy! I summon youuu!" Putting the horn to her lips, she puffed and blew as hard as she could into it, and the air came out the other end with a loud BWAAAAAAAAA! Taking a break to inhale, there was silence. Then…ground began to shake as sounds of a chortling gobble filled the air! A flock of abnormally large, gigantic turkeys rushed through the streets in a stampede–trampling anything unlucky to be in their way underfoot! A cheeky grin spread across the little arcanist's face as her summons had succeeded. "Yes! YESSSSS!!! Come my, turkey compatriots–we ride…to VICTORY!!!" Jumping off the tiles of the rooftop, she landed on the back of one of the ginormous galliformes and went charging in full-throttle.

The ground continued to shake as the rabbit hopped here and there, goaded by its myriad hunters. Blissfully ignorant to the situation, the runeshaper dug deeper into his book. Finally, it was getting somewhere of interest, even if he did not wholly agree with it. If the author were alive, he might have had a choice word or two for them. As it were… Well, come to think of it, there were ways of getting around that. If he was lucky, the elf who had lent him the book would know where the guy was buried.

Not that he'd ever get the chance to ask him, at this rate.

He didn't have to duck beneath the stray fireball, but it was still damn close for comfort. Eyes wide as plates, he ducked nonetheless out of pure instinct, and recoiled against the debris and dust that fell about him in scattered pieces. Odd. The thing hadn't felt quite so strong on its way by. Maybe it was the whole 'magic out of whack' thing that had been plaguing the world of late. Narrowing his eyes, he put the book aside, and resolutely hopped off the balcony onto the ground. Disapproval weighed his gaze as he looked over the woman who'd launched the - supposedly - accidental missile. Soon enough, however, it faded, replaced with a mix of resignation and indifference.

"Apology accepted, I suppose. You don't look like-" but before he could utter another word, the loud BWAAAAA! of a horn sounded and he fell short, blinking in stupefaction. He turned to look at the source of the noise. Someone was on the rooftops. Huh. With a shake of his head, he looked back to Mirannda - and then beyond her. Again, his eyes widened, this time in disbelief. "Miss, we better move!" He gave a tug on her arm before hurrying away himself, in no mood to be trampled. Turkeys. Lots of em. Abnormally LARGE turkeys.

As if that weren't odd enough on its own, he found himself treated to a front row view of their summoner up and saddling herself atop one of them. He grinned despite himself, and called out to Mirannda: "Don't know 'bout you, but I think I'm feeling foolish enough to follow her lead! Hyah!" And with that, he took a running leap and vaulted atop a big bird of of his own. Gods help them all.

As expected, the one she nearly charred glared down upon her with agitation. It was all she could do to keep the apologetic look upon her own face. Whatever he was going to say was lost by a loud blare of a horn nearly deafened the phoenix. While it was not as loud as Natsumi's sword, it was still enough to cause her to wince and cover her ears. Mirannda's attention fell to her feet as the ground began to rumble and shake.

Tiny pebbles began to bounce and jump as the vibrations got worse. Her ears picked up a crashing noise from behind. "Move your ass now, Jaliza!" Elata's words pierced her mind, almost overriding what the man before had said. Before she had a chance to even chastize her cousin for using that name, she peeked behind her, cursed and chased after the stranger. These have got to be the biggest avians she had ever seen! Trying to stay out of their way, her jaw nearly dropped to see the once irritated man vault onto a giant turkey with a goofy grin.

'I can't believe I'm really doing this..' With a mighty leap of her own, the phoenix took flight and landed unceremoniously onto one of the giant birds. With fists gripping feathers, she struggled to keep on. Surely, the summoner was after the bunny? Stick with her, and find her target, observe and report. But there was something oddly familiar about that small figure ahead. Without the ability for a closer look, the phoenix thought back to only one instance when she had met a crazy mage… 

"Myouga! What craziness have you brought into the middle of town?!?" What if innocents got hurt? Oh lords, was she really that far regressed? Drawing her blade, she was sure that it would become very handy with that ball of oddity around. Only the gods could deign to figure this one out.

"Na na na naaa na~ Ride, ride on my birdy brethren!" The oni cheered, grinning from ear to ear. The deafening sound of stomps and gobbling made it hard for her to hear anything else–even her own voice. Naturally she was unaware of the others joining her in the wild turkey rampage. Making noises imitating the turkeys' own loud chortle-clucking, she pointed straight ahead with the poise and determination of an army general, wooden wand in hand. Then, she scrunched her eyebrows as she thought she heard something. "Hm? Did somebody call me?" Cleaning out her ear with her pinky finger, she looked around. Spotting a familiar-looking face with bright candy-apple colored hair, her eyes lit up as she put two and two together. "Oh hiiii~ I remember you–we ran into that big ol' orange angry lizard with teeth back in Bakulaw! Are you having fun yet?!" She shouted back, cupping her mouth with her hands.

Clearly she didn't pick up on any of the concern and worry in the other woman's face. Instead she waved gleefully at the two new people on top of the massive turkeys. And as if calling five of these wasn't bad enough, she took the horn she had used to summon them and kept trumpeting through it. Thankfully it didn't call even more gargantuan galliformes, but the situation was hectic enough already. "Excuse me, coming through! We gotta rabbit to high-kick! Alright Mr. Gobbs, let's teach that bad bunny a lesson! Forward–CHAAAARRRRGEEEE!!!!" A rallying war cry of angry gobbling came forth in unison as the birds rushed forth with fury. There were screams coming from the battlefield as they entered the scene, and several people were quick to clear out of their path. The summoned turkeys slammed into the big, bad bunny and began pecking away at it. Flapping their wings and kicking with their legs, it was more like a larger-than-life swarm of barnyard poultry congregating around the feed trough at mealtime. It'd be rather silly if they weren't massively huge.

"GET 'IM GODFREY! YEAH, YOU GO GUYS!!! SHOW THAT BUNNY WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF!!" The arcanist made shadow-boxing gestures as the birds began establishing a new world pecking order. Out in the wild, turkeys were known to adhere to a strict hierarchy. Anything that dared challenge it was an enemy, and were attacked without mercy until they knew their place. The battle of the giant beasts had begun!

And then there were three.

But as the giant turkeys strutted toward the rabbit, heads a-bobbing, Frey was already reconsidering. This had surely been a mistake. There was no way this could possibly be a good idea - or certainly, t'was no sane idea. Gripping onto the bird's feathers for dear life, he was only barely aware of the tiny dragon spectral's claws digging just as fiercely into his shoulder and back. Ah. So the thing had decided to follow him even this far… He wasn't sure whether to be irritated or relieved, truth be told.

In any case, he had decidedly more pressing matters to attend to, and so he tuned into the conversation at hand. It seemed the fire slinger and the summoner already knew each other, for better or worse. And then- and then, for whatever reason Frey could not possibly fathom, the one who'd summoned this stampede in the first place took again to her horn. White knuckled fists gripped tighter. Madness. Had to be. Not that he'd never pulled any questionable stunts in his youth (as though he were even an old man… pfff), but this…

What were they even to do to such a massive creature, anyway? Sizing up the rabbit from up close seemed even more daunting than he might've imagined.

Steeling himself, he relinquished the hold of one of his hands and, runic circle materializing about his arm, he launched a test stream of cutting winds - but the only thing he'd truly succeeded in, he suspected, was giving the thing a small haircut. The birds, at this rate (…much to his irritation), were wont to do more damage.

"What can we do?!" he shouted, hoping he'd not be completely lost to the winds. There were many fighting around them, but how much could they really do…?

Fun? This was by far the furthest from fun she has been since being in this land. In fact, the phoenix could honestly say that this was a new first for her, to be on the back of beyond enormous birds one typically ate for meals! Deciding to no ever eat turkey again, Mirannda wondered how she always got mixed up with this strange little child like woman. Though, she was beginning to doubt that Myouga was even old enough to be called such. 

Word got through to everyone that positive energy was the way to win against the chaotic rabbit. She cursed, as she did not have any positive spells to use. Many others did, however, and there was a massive explosion. Mirannda and everything else was flung backwards from the energy. Ears ringing, the phoenix staggered to her feet, coughing and waving the air attempting to clear the dust. As the debris and such cleared, there was a man standing there that the phoenix could only assume was a deity. At his feet was a small adorable, rainbow colored bunny, begging to see whoever this "her" was.

Mirannda was completely shocked, that it was merely a corrupted being, and it only desired to see a baby merely moments old. After all was said and done, the god and goddess retreating to be with their child, the phoenix blinked. "Well, that was… unexpected." It was at this point in time that she was completely covered with flames! From the tips of her boots to the end of her hair. "What the?!" the phoenix exclaimed, confused as to why she was covered in fire. In all honesty, it wasn't burning her, so it must not have been her own flames that was licking at her skin.

Myouga noticed that there was a sudden influx of magical energy surging through the air right before everything blew up in a massive and flashy explosion. It was a blast bombastic enough for the eccentric arcanist to approve of, though the sheer force of the power released back into the world sent them all flying. Due to her distinct lack of mass, she flew off rather easily from the back of the giant turkey she had named Godfrey. Flailing, she began casting spells with wild abandon in an attempt to brace for impact. And fortunately for her, with the strange distortion of magic now over–her magic worked just in time. "Oof!" The protection spell helped soften the blow, and it was a good thing she had it go off when it did. Sliding across the ground, she placed her hands on the sides of her head to stop the world from spinning. 

The release of magic also caused the summoned birds to vanish, sending them back from whence they came. Which was a very good thing, as having five ginormous birds as big as buildings rampaging through the streets would be just as bad as one big, magically-made rabbit. "That…was…AMAZING! Ow ow ow…" Groaning, she rolled to her side as she regained her bearings. There was a distinct smell of raspberry jelly for some reason. Checking her clothes, she then moved onto rummage through her bag. Pulling out a package of crushed shortbread jam-topped cookies, she looked on at the damage in dismay. They were now lumps of fine, crumbly powder stuck together with reddish goo. "Aww, they're all broken. How am I going to eat them now? It sure would be nice if I could turn back time on these before they were crushed. Oh well."

Back on her feet, she looked to see if any of the others who were with her on the turkeys were nearby. The whole area was a mess, but on the upside having most of the things leveled made it easier to see where the people were. "Mr. Gobbs? Godfrey? Huh, where'd they all go?" Dusting herself off, she started searching through the aftermath for any familiar faces.

Well, that solved that - it did not take long for the battle to end. He'd been in the middle of casting a spell - one imbued with as much 'positive' energy as his at times testy self could muster. But with magic still haywire just moments before the giant rabbit blew up, the spell went awry, instead leaving him dazed. And so as the thing exploded, he flew, unceremoniously skipping along the ground a few times - not unlike a rag doll, he might have noted with some small dark humour, were he watching and not the victim in question.

Ears ringing, he moved to sit himself up with his left hand, only to realize that for some reason, this was no longer an option. Blinking back to awareness, he opted instead for using his right arm and, upon propping himself aright, found a most startling of discoveries: his skeletal limb was missing.

Well then.

Grunting in annoyance, he dragged himself to his feet. There, he swayed a moment or two before steadying, and once he had ascertained he could properly stand, he paused to ascertain the extent of the damage caused. Not too bad, he surmised, when compared to some world shattering events he'd been unlucky enough to witness, but… not great, either. The rabbit had certainly put up a good fight. Starting to pick his path through the debris, he eventually - by coincidence more than by design - came to stand near Mirannda and caught a glimpse of Angela and some unfamiliar gent scooping up the tiny familiar.

Here, he couldn't help a slight roll of his eyes. Angela. Of course it had to be deities. Half the time anything big happened, the gods seemed to be near. Now he was down a crappy book and, more importantly, an arm. And, to make matters more interesting… the woman next to him was on fire. Lovely. Come to think of it too, they were one summoner short, weren't they. He might've had a few questions for the turkey lady. And the dragon spectral who'd been clinging to him throughout the entire ordeal was missing, too. Hmph.

… Wait a minute. "H-hey! Are you all right?" After all, she looked confused and yet not in pain… And magic worked in mysterious ways. Still, judging from her reaction, it wasn't quite normal for her. Glancing at a few urns of water nearby then back at her, he frowned, but kept his relative calm. No need to aggravate the situation. "Do… you need something to put it out with?"