Entry tags:
- (!) estellise sidos heurassein,
- (!) fon master ion,
- (!) marco the phoenix,
- (!) nephry osborne,
- (!) susanne fon fabre,
- another crash landing,
- forgive our butchering of aviation terms,
- i believe i can fly,
- just plain crazy,
- just plane crazy,
- mallynap return,
- mayday! mayday!,
- sandwiches are best lunch,
- test flight,
- tiny pilot,
- tl;dr
Seventh Crash [Voice/Action]
[Up, down, up, down. That's the way wings are supposed to work, right?]
[Grandpa said something like that. About how the top of a wing curves and the bottom's straight to create a difference in air pressure. And lift. Flying. Airfoils and angles of attack. The weird book said something like that, too, but he can't read all the words. There's some pictures though. It's sitting open a few feet away.]
[The boy (about age five) peers down over the top of a large hill. It's a long way down, but heights aren't scary at all. The only tricky part is he still doesn't get all this 'Luceti stuff'. He's never seen it on any map (is it on the other side of the Highlands?), and despite all the new sights (gardens, nice monsters, nice weather, green grass) and people, he needs to head back home. Mom'll be mad. Really mad! If it wasn't for that, he'd stay and poke around a little longer. It seems like a neat place. Maybe he can come back.]
[Up, down, up, down, up! What'll everyone think of these? Two blue wings right on his back. Like a bird's.]
[Ginji squats close to the ground, flapping as hard as he can. It's a long hill. Surely it'll be enough time to get them working okay. He chews his lower lip, pulling a pair of goggles down over his eyes (you're supposed to wear those!), and takes a deep breath.]
Rocket Tower, this is S'erra Hotel Echo-- Um... Roger Iemon Delta Alf-Nova Zero Zero One! Preflight check complete! All systems are normal and green! Ah, er...well okay maybe they're not green 'zactly but they're all doing okay! Wind? Check! Wings flapping? Check and double check! Lunch? Sandwich! Ready for takeoff!!
[Jumping up a little, Ginji stretches his arms and legs out, still flapping determinedly.] Readyyyyyy??? Are you, are you? Okay! Go!!!
[And there he goes, running down the hill. Down, down, down, faster faster faster fasterfasterfast--]
[...Uh-oh.] Ahhhh!!!
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[Grandpa said something like that. About how the top of a wing curves and the bottom's straight to create a difference in air pressure. And lift. Flying. Airfoils and angles of attack. The weird book said something like that, too, but he can't read all the words. There's some pictures though. It's sitting open a few feet away.]
[The boy (about age five) peers down over the top of a large hill. It's a long way down, but heights aren't scary at all. The only tricky part is he still doesn't get all this 'Luceti stuff'. He's never seen it on any map (is it on the other side of the Highlands?), and despite all the new sights (gardens, nice monsters, nice weather, green grass) and people, he needs to head back home. Mom'll be mad. Really mad! If it wasn't for that, he'd stay and poke around a little longer. It seems like a neat place. Maybe he can come back.]
[Up, down, up, down, up! What'll everyone think of these? Two blue wings right on his back. Like a bird's.]
[Ginji squats close to the ground, flapping as hard as he can. It's a long hill. Surely it'll be enough time to get them working okay. He chews his lower lip, pulling a pair of goggles down over his eyes (you're supposed to wear those!), and takes a deep breath.]
Rocket Tower, this is S'erra Hotel Echo-- Um... Roger Iemon Delta Alf-Nova Zero Zero One! Preflight check complete! All systems are normal and green! Ah, er...well okay maybe they're not green 'zactly but they're all doing okay! Wind? Check! Wings flapping? Check and double check! Lunch? Sandwich! Ready for takeoff!!
[Jumping up a little, Ginji stretches his arms and legs out, still flapping determinedly.] Readyyyyyy??? Are you, are you? Okay! Go!!!
[And there he goes, running down the hill. Down, down, down, faster faster faster fasterfasterfast--]
[...Uh-oh.] Ahhhh!!!
[[OOC: Voice responses will be delayed. And with anything written, lack of kiddie words means he won't be able to make heads or tails out of it. Replies from
albioreiii.]]
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Yeah...I think. But how come? Isn' that what they're there for?
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Well that's just silly! Wings're supposed to fly, and there's no point puttin'm there if they're going to do the oppsit. Maybe we can find some way to fix them up.
What...meanie barrier people?
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I don't know! People just said they put up a barrier that even Pops can't break. They're wrong though, he can get through anything. The barrier people are the ones who gave us the fake wings though, eh.
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Still's silly, though... You'd think they'd get bigger!
Hmmm... [Ginji folds his arms.] I bet he can too. Nothing's 'mpossible if you try hard enough! Sounds like the meanies are trying to keep us from going anywhere.
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I don't know of anything else that can fly other than birds though, eh? Were they really big?
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[Ginji nods emphatically.] Real big. Like big enough for more'n ten or three-ten people big to ride in. Maybe bigger!
[He spreads his arms wide. See? Like this big!]
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I hope I get that big someday! Then I can definitely carry my brothers around.
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You'd have t'eat tons and tons of vegetables to get anywhere near big enough to carry other folks around. [Not said out of meanness, but he's grinning at the thought.]
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My brothers and Papa are ten and twenty feet tall so I'm going to keep getting bigger until I can carry them.
[Right, this kid doesn't know he can (normally) fly yet, but he's not going to tell him either. Yet.]
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Wow! Ten an' twenty feet? That's huge! I seen smaller boats leave harbor than that.
Your family must be giants.
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Yes, our ships always have to be super huge, eh? [Laughs~] They're not giants! Giants are over a hundred feet tall!
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[...Okay now that's gigantic.] Really?? So then you seen a real giant before?
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Aye! And Little Oars Jr. He's even bigger than normal giants!
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And maybe your ships're for now, but we'll catch up sooner'er later! [Catch up and soar! That's a promise. But before Ginji can muse on this for too long, he becomes distracted by another thought. Rather a thing. Ginji cocks his head to one side.]
Rudder... Maybe that's what's missing.
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Your ship doesn't have a rudder?
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Guess we don't do joke names too much. Mine's Ginji so it matches, see? [He gestures at his head.] Hair almost looks silver don't it?
[After a moment he shrugs and points with one finger. Tail.] Nope! But yours does.
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[Nods to the name Ginji.] It does!
[Covers his mouth though and glances back at the tail.] Oops. [Proud stance, all puffed chest and standing his full (very very tiny) height.] I suppose I have no choice for it then. [Actually, he totally does, but whatever.] I'm actually a bird! But I can't fly here. It's very annoying. [Fists on hips.]
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[He grins, maybe in amusement and maybe out of interest. Or both. He's seen all sorts of neat things already today. Now there's fun talking bird-kids!]
So's zat mean you eat birdseed and stuff instead of people food? Bet it's pretty awful to be made to fly and not b'able to...
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And aye! It's very frustrating. I'm going to find the barrier people and kick them for it. I already have wings, I don't need extras! [Holds up his wings and cranes his neck to look back at the extra set.]
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Mmm! Sunflower seeds ain't bad. But's kicking the meanies really gonna make them sorry for putting up a barrier? Could be a whole lotta kicking in it.
[You'll have to excuse him. Curious children are curious and it's easier to understand a thing when you handle it. He'll be stretching an arm out towards one of the wings.]
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[Nah s'cool Ginji. You can pet Marco's feathers and they do not burn, despite being "fire." At most they'll feel warm and possibly a little soothing. And Marco himself won't mind. He gets manhandled by his "younger" brothers constantly. And his Pops.]
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[Ginji inspects one of the wings with relative care. It's warm and feels nice to the touch.] Huh. They ain't as hot as I thought. Good ones, though! S'a shame about th'other dinky wings and not flying with them.
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[Don't ask why that makes it okay. And he just nods fervently.]
Aye. But my brother said maybe we could the wind spirit here to help!
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[Your life's just endlessly exciting, little firebird.]
Never met 'em b'fore, but I heard stories! My pop's pals talk about 'em sometimes. Says they use'ta live long time ago in caves and set off 'splosions to keep sailors from stealin' the gold away. I guess kicking's a'right 'slong as you're protecting your folks. For the fence (defense).
And a wind spirit too...Gee, it's like this is some kinda big play with a lotta other plays all thrown t'gether. Meanie people and barriers and pirates an' wind spirits... Now we just need a prince an' a dragon.
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