Celebrity Staus

The bird's flew with us. Glamour mocked how slow humans traveled, even though it was actually very fast, and quickly asked for the first dose of blood.

There I sat, a fashionista raven drinking my blood, with two drunks passed out on the seats. Things would get very interesting for this planet, soon enough.

It only took an hour to arrive right outside of the Guild, in the middle of the city.

Chaos immediately ensued. Party flew out at lightning speeds, smelling the food stalls. He started stealing food left and right, casually asking strangers for booze and other drugs. Glamour calmly walked out, her mouth and coat still covered in blood. She complained about this loudly, and raided a pet store for bird-based lotions and oils.

Many, many people were around. Many phones immediately went up and took video. I was pleased by this. If they became known entities, the government would be forced to protect them and not turn them into dissected test subjects.

The police came, and Party got into a drunk fight with them.

"Demn cops, cath me if you can!" he tried to fly, but immediately plopped on the ground, passed out. He was then taken into police custody. Glamour too was nearly apprehended by the cops, but I showed my face and paid for the products.

"If you guys kill anybody, there will be serious consequences. Maintain some control, glamour." I warned seriously.

"Why me?" She scoffed, "My brother is much more of a troublemaker."

"But he wouldn't kill anybody." I countered.

"Whatever, he's just too lazy."

I went to turn in the mission. I reported the coordinates of the corpses of all the slain ravens, as well as the chief. Their bones and feathers would be useful. I'm sure the research value of the mutated raven chief would give me points. The other two, I was less sure about their value.

I had no cores to offer, but I did bring back two talking birds.

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As the months went by, Both Glamour and Party became world-wide celebrities. They were all that was ever talked about. I became somewhat famous as the one who helped Cyrek discover them. Why Cyrek was given the credit of discovery, I have no idea.

Not that it mattered. He was also then forced to pay for all the damages that Party would cause. Glamour maintained decorum, embracing her celebrity status completely. By now she had been taking my blood for months, and shone with a red hue. She would only become human after a complete evolution.

Me and Cyrek were both bumped up to rank A. The value of this discovery even won us multiple awards. Including "discovery of the century". No other organic talking animals had appeared, and Party was willing to be researched as long as they supplied him with adequate druggage. Glamour was not, but became symbol of feminism somehow.

I trained with Sergio for these few months, slowly perfecting my style. I now only had to do one Mission a year, and also got my own mansion sponsored by the guild. It even had robot butlers.

One day, I was lazing on a massive couch, watching more animated shows for battle inspiration on the theater sized 16k screen in my mansion. This was the good life.

"So, Party, you've become quite famous in these past few months, tell me what it's like?" A talk show host had Party in the guest seat, asking him questions.

"Where am I? I don't even remember getting here?"

The audience was in hysterics.

"You're quite a mischievous little bird aren't you?"

"*hiccup* no, you're a bird. Dude."

"In these past few months, you've been arrested over 37 times for public intoxication. Why are you so dependent on these chemicals?"

"Because of this," he struggled to stand, turned around, and farted somehow. I didn't think birds could fart. I changed the channel. Glamour was hosting a clothing design show.

"No, no, no. Girl, why are you limiting yourself? Shine, baby! Be creative!"

These two were all over the place. Advertisements, documentaries, Party even had an autobiography called "The Birds and the Weeds."

Six months passed. Johnson became a Rank B, and was showing steady improvement. Cyrek learned some more spells, and got some more women. Barbos kept chugging ale. Glamour dined on my blood weekly, and by the signs of it, she was close to an evolution any moment. Party quickly lost the love of the public, already being blasted by the media as a menace to society. I reached a point where I could battle over 12 Robots and Sergio without using any abilities but my Boxing.

One day, I was sent a mission by the guild. A little drone landed on my doorstep, and it gave me a phone. I still had not bought a phone, I realized. Well, good things come to those who wait.

The mission was this:

"A magnetic Field is approaching the central tower where Au-ha is hosted, threatening to shut her down. Go disable this magnetic field, ASAP."

"Look at this, treating you like an errand dog the moment you prove to be of any use, you should ignore them. That'd be pretty funny."

"But what if I made them hurt even worse?" I Smiled brightly.

At the A rank, you could be assigned certain missions. I suppose they deemed this a suitable mission for me. Probably because of the ability to fly. It was definitely notable, along with my entire body appearing to be pure metal. I earned a nickname on earth. Metal Chimera.

It was much better than John Star.

This mission, though. It was an incredible opportunity.