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[The video is completely accidental and the feed starts with a view of what looks like an alley, large bins, crates, cardboard boxes and whatnot. In the middle of it, stands Iruka, his back to the unassuming journal, hand stretched out to one side and fingers poised to yank out a few feathers.
Which iruka does.

And like a hen who's had a few feathers plucked, Iruka sort of just starts to thwack his head with his fist a few times, before biting down on it, an attempt to keep himself silent from the unexpected sting because well, clearly doing anything more like say, yanking the wing off would be stupid.

Iruka then just sort of tries to stick the feathers back in place but then they end up just drifting down to the ground. There is a sigh before the video freezes for a moment when Iruka sort of accidentally steps on the journal, frame freezing with the view Iruka's sweatpants clad ass.

When the video restarts roughly almost a minute later, the face that comes to view is one that scowling in concentration, breath misting from the cold topped with hair damp and standing in all kinds of direction. Iruka looks frazzled, possibly distressed and the flush on his cheeks deepens with each ticking second and the more he is exposed to the cold.

Iruka is also muttering to himself. Apparently, waking up with wings isn't his cup of tea.]

Little ingrates. Ball-less, fucking slimy, greaseball of a halfwit scumbag.

[The video freezes again when Iruka rotates it and taps on the lens before it cuts off completely.]

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[A very, very hoarse, but slightly deadpan voice.]

The wings. If you remove too many of the feathers, you'll make yourself sick. If you remove the wings, you'll die. Quickly and painfully.

Getting just one torn off won't kill you, but it'll hurt like hell.

[He'd know, he was currently in the clinic recovering from one such wound.]

[There is a sound like Iruka had wanted to say something but then shuts his mouth. Then there is a pause.]

And you know this... how...?

Check the guide, it'll back up everything I'm saying, unless you're the suspicious type. [A moment, before a link that will open up this will appear in Iruka's journal.] ....And because I'm sitting in a hospital bed with one of my wings regrowing after a bad spar.

[If Iruka really wanted to be a skeptic, he could always turn on the video feed, but the guide worked most of the time.]

[Fascinating, this technology. Or justu. Or whatever it is called. So Iruka doesn't reply immediately. It takes quite a while and when he does, he still sounds unsure.]

From a bad spar, you say? How badly damaged were your wings?

Bad enough I've been here nearly week. [He wasn't going to go into the nitty gritty details of wings regrowing.]

Don't be surprised if you end up feeling really sick soon. Tearing out feathers seems to do that.

I see. [A pause.] How useful are these wings to you, anyway? Do you use it to get to places? Can you fly? Or are they really just there for display?

They're too small to carry a human being in flight. They're pretty much a glaring weak point and not much else, sorry.

Right, of course. Well, I guess it's nice to know that they're pretty useless. In that case, then, on average, what do people end up doing once they reach here? Clearly, everyone is out of their element and culture. Do people just try to build a life in a new town? Something along those lines?

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