Philadelphia, the self-proclaimed King of Eagles, felt a little bit slighted when the Dooby Gang decided to ignore him so they could celebrate their stolen victory further instead of answering his authoritative question. Then again, maybe the foursome and their strange looking dog were hard of hearing. Years of ghostbusting probably did that to people. Or something. Philadelphia didn't really know what was up with them and he pretty much didn't care. All he cared about was what the peck just happened and whether his queen, @Destiny Divebird, was still alive, still breathing, and okay. Oh, crap! Destiny! Philadelphia started to scramble to find the face of his beloved, more or less forgetting about her during the whole weird ghost things floating through him and all that jazz. It was an honest mistake. He thought he was dead, at least dying, so the last thing on his mind was his make-out partner, his queen, his source of e...xcitement. Thankfully, when he turned around, the Queen of Divebirds popped up right next to him. Relief washed over the bird man but it was immediately replaced by hearts floating in the air, hearts replacing his own two eyes, and a strange pink and white backdrop replacing everything else. Figuratively. This wasn't some Japanese animation thing or whatever, after all. "D-Destiny..." Slowly, carefully, Philadelphia opened his arms for an embrace directed towards his Queen. Closing his eyes, he puckered his lips, already imagining the taste of her sweet, juicy--- "Caw caw!" Freedom, from out of nowhere, flew right into Philadelphia's face and started fighting him, trying to claw his face out, in a friendly kind of way between man and familiar, idiot and actual head of house, pretend bird and actual bird. (You're not getting a kiss, a reward, or whatever, you dumbfowl! You almost killed a bunch of people! You almost got this woman killed! And now you're trying to get a kiss?! Over my dead squeakity squeakers body, you fowl!) "W-what are you doing, Freedom?! I like you but my lips are for Destiny and Destiny alone!" Philadelphia tried to fight his familiar on his own but Freedom was, well, Freedom. She was as strong as any fighter out there, as any warrior Philadelphia has ever met, which was a pretty empty bracket, considering Philadelphia hasn't met a lot of fighters and warriors. But Freedom was well worth her salt, pecking and clawing her fury away. And then Destiny said her goodbyes. Philadelphia was the first to freeze, followed by Freedom but only out of curiosity towards the woman. Philadelphia, on the other hand, froze in horror, in fear that he would never see his queen again, only realizing that seconds later, the possibility of which freezing him in place. "W-what? W-wait! D-destiny! Nooooo!!!" Philadelphia tried to reach a hand towards her but no dice. Her very existence started to fade, and in one quick moment, seconds before his hand could've made contact with hers, she was gone. Philadelphia was left with nothing but the memory of her beautiful face. "Caw caw!" Freedom slowly, carefully, took her spot on Philadelphia's very head, her warmth a nice feeling despite the loss that he had suffered. He was being over-romantic and stuff, but the familiar considered his rough day and decided to just go along with it. Besides, she was tired of flying. She needed, deserved, some rest. (Ah, well. Maybe you'll get to see her again one of these days. At least you'll have time to build your kingdom so you can finally face her as an actual king instead of being this pretender of sorts.) For a few seconds, Philadelphia kept his head bowed, shadow hiding his face. When he finally decided to look up, look towards the horizon, he had a weird but determined smile on. "You're right, Freedom. I'm going to focus on building that kingdom first, so when we finally meet again, I can actually offer my queen a throne to sit on. You're such a good bird." He reached a hand towards the eagle on his head and combed her feathers. It was a thing that he did to reward Freedom. Or something. Pretty much like when a dog owner decides to reward her dog by rubbing its belly. Except Freedom was smarter than a dog. Faster, fiercer, and more reliable. "Caw caw!" Freedom relished the whole feathers rub thing Philadelphia was doing. She deserved it. She wanted it. She needed it. She would have preferred some actual feast or something, to celebrate her very massive contributions to his adventure, but, well, she was going to take what she could get. Then something dawned on her. (Wait, you understood what I was saying?!) Quest Completed Philadelphia started laughing like an idiot. Or an anime protagonist who was about to embark on a new arc. The creepy ghost things were defeated. The farm house was saved. More or less. And the weird foursome and their equally weird dog? Philadelphia didn't give a shit about them. He was going to focus on himself, for now, on building that kingdom from scratch. He was going to make Destiny proud. Cue end credits.
