[Ah. Yeah. Julien's prepared for this now, enough that his human body doesn't react, not even with the palps thing. His bird self rocks in the cage; he preens at his shoulder and shakes himself off as Joker sings.
The cage is on a plinth against a wall, a fairly clear and therefore very open and exposed place. When Joker's song ends Julien opens his beak and his throat starts belling, but he's singing much more quietly.
At a glance he seems to be wearing a hat. There are plumes off the top and straps in the back and decorative eye spots on the side, and it's made up to flow with his markings, so it's not immediately obvious that what he's got is actually an elaborate hood. It's bulky and massive to accommodate his big, un-falconlike head, of course, but this is still clearly supposed to be the same thing.
In fact everything he's wearing resembles something you'd put on a hunting hawk, save for the collar. Those poor servants who had to whip this up, it's all leather and all custom made for something much, much bigger than the animals usually strapped up in this way.
Right now he's only really manifesting eyes around his human body. If Joker gets close enough to hear the song he'll find it's very different, much more clearly not period-appropriate. It has a bouncy, happy tune and is brightly, sharply sarcastic. Julien's bent formal, archaic angel words into the song where they sit strangely and have all kinds of disquieting connotations.]
Ain't it fun, living in the real world? Ain't it good, being all alone?
[Like, that phrase could be taken as the real world, as in not hypothetical, but it's also the world without God. And sometimes he's using a word that's more literally 'enjoyable' or 'pleasant' for 'fun', but sometimes it's 'proper' or 'righteous'.]
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The cage is on a plinth against a wall, a fairly clear and therefore very open and exposed place. When Joker's song ends Julien opens his beak and his throat starts belling, but he's singing much more quietly.
At a glance he seems to be wearing a hat. There are plumes off the top and straps in the back and decorative eye spots on the side, and it's made up to flow with his markings, so it's not immediately obvious that what he's got is actually an elaborate hood. It's bulky and massive to accommodate his big, un-falconlike head, of course, but this is still clearly supposed to be the same thing.
In fact everything he's wearing resembles something you'd put on a hunting hawk, save for the collar. Those poor servants who had to whip this up, it's all leather and all custom made for something much, much bigger than the animals usually strapped up in this way.
Right now he's only really manifesting eyes around his human body. If Joker gets close enough to hear the song he'll find it's very different, much more clearly not period-appropriate. It has a bouncy, happy tune and is brightly, sharply sarcastic. Julien's bent formal, archaic angel words into the song where they sit strangely and have all kinds of disquieting connotations.]
Ain't it fun, living in the real world? Ain't it good, being all alone?
[Like, that phrase could be taken as the real world, as in not hypothetical, but it's also the world without God. And sometimes he's using a word that's more literally 'enjoyable' or 'pleasant' for 'fun', but sometimes it's 'proper' or 'righteous'.]