[Keep the bird grounded, he’s told, as though the task would be easy. Sephiroth may be SOLDIER, but he is bound by the laws of physics as they all are. Should he make a grand flying leap at the pigeon flying off, catching it would mean gravity pummeling him downwards into the square if taken at the wrong angle — or worse (or better, depending upon perspective) the two men waiting for their success below. Nicola would be lucky to not be a splatter of bird bones and feathers, in that case. Good luck explaining that one to her owner.
That, and there’s an angry cat to worry about, and no explanation as to why it’s gotten so agitated. He sets the notion aside for now. Sephiroth sidesteps at an angle, aiming to urge the feline towards the open cage if it does go running. The thing continues hissing at him, but continues standing in place, wary.
Out of the corner of his eye, the prized pigeon flaps its wings, but doesn’t fly off quite yet. He makes the executive decision to move closer and stoop down to grab the cat by its sides, lifting up the hell-raiser as it starts to yowl loudly. Nicola begins to fidget in earnest, head turning to glance at the ruckus.
Sephiroth holds it out at arms length.]
I can’t corral both.
[He can’t hold the cat, keep it from making noise, bring it to the cage without it startling the pigeon, keep the pigeon grounded and/or chase after it with a yelling creature already in one hand.]
Didn’t your friend bring extra birds as a distraction?
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That, and there’s an angry cat to worry about, and no explanation as to why it’s gotten so agitated. He sets the notion aside for now. Sephiroth sidesteps at an angle, aiming to urge the feline towards the open cage if it does go running. The thing continues hissing at him, but continues standing in place, wary.
Out of the corner of his eye, the prized pigeon flaps its wings, but doesn’t fly off quite yet. He makes the executive decision to move closer and stoop down to grab the cat by its sides, lifting up the hell-raiser as it starts to yowl loudly. Nicola begins to fidget in earnest, head turning to glance at the ruckus.
Sephiroth holds it out at arms length.]
I can’t corral both.
[He can’t hold the cat, keep it from making noise, bring it to the cage without it startling the pigeon, keep the pigeon grounded and/or chase after it with a yelling creature already in one hand.]
Didn’t your friend bring extra birds as a distraction?