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Strictly professional, of course.
Fae Mood - A Flying Circus Quest
- Thread starter Texas Red
- Start date
- Original Mature Fantasy Action
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- 100 Meters From Your Location
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1-2 Closing The Deal
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"I have terms. Expenses for my plane. Maintenance, repairs, ammo refills, and medical bills if something happens to me. Call it an investment." You explain, extending your own hand for a shake, ready to close the deal. Riya thinks for a moment, before taking your hand and shaking it firmly.
"Sounds like a deal, Frau Hilda. I'm leaving tomorrow morning, where are you staying tonight?" Riya asks while taking Dipak off her shoulder and starting to pet him. You realized you didn't actually have a place to sleep.
"I… uh… Well, I was planning on getting a room at an inn tonight. There's lots of those around here, right?" You ask, already knowing you sound dumb. You let out a sigh.
"I have an extra hammock on my balloon, if you want to save the scrip." Riya offers, pointing back towards the airstrip. From the elevated street the both of you were on, you could see the red balloon of Riya's airship peaking over the public hangers. Believing she was simply being kind, you saw no reason to not accept her hospitality.
"Dankeschön! See you tonight then!" You say, smiling at the realization that people out here were far nicer than you originally thought.
"See you soon, Frau Hilda." Riya responds with a smile and small wave, before turning back and walking down the street, back towards the airfield.
Was there anything else you wanted to buy before you turned in for the night?
[X]Save your scrip (No added costs to the tab)
[X]Write in what you want to frivolously spend your Gs on!!
The way I'll be doing this is if most people decide you should save your cash, you buy nothing, but if more people want to buy things, I will be taking every listed thing you want to buy with scrip.
And remember, this is an impulsive young woman in a very new world we're telling the story of.
"Sounds like a deal, Frau Hilda. I'm leaving tomorrow morning, where are you staying tonight?" Riya asks while taking Dipak off her shoulder and starting to pet him. You realized you didn't actually have a place to sleep.
"I… uh… Well, I was planning on getting a room at an inn tonight. There's lots of those around here, right?" You ask, already knowing you sound dumb. You let out a sigh.
"I have an extra hammock on my balloon, if you want to save the scrip." Riya offers, pointing back towards the airstrip. From the elevated street the both of you were on, you could see the red balloon of Riya's airship peaking over the public hangers. Believing she was simply being kind, you saw no reason to not accept her hospitality.
"Dankeschön! See you tonight then!" You say, smiling at the realization that people out here were far nicer than you originally thought.
"See you soon, Frau Hilda." Riya responds with a smile and small wave, before turning back and walking down the street, back towards the airfield.
Was there anything else you wanted to buy before you turned in for the night?
[X]Save your scrip (No added costs to the tab)
[X]Write in what you want to frivolously spend your Gs on!!
The way I'll be doing this is if most people decide you should save your cash, you buy nothing, but if more people want to buy things, I will be taking every listed thing you want to buy with scrip.
And remember, this is an impulsive young woman in a very new world we're telling the story of.
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Frivolous spending is the best spending.
[x] Blanket for you hammock
[X] An oil lamp, so that you can read in the (probably hydrogen lifted) balloon
[X] Some store was selling discount Great War era aviation rations. It'll be nice to have something to eat during the flight tomorrow.
[X] A map
EVERY listed thing huh?
Well, we've been so practical, we deserve a reward, don't we?
[X] Shiny earrings, ones that Gunther likes, since he'll be sitting next to them.
[X] A good book to read. And maybe one not so good...
- Location
- Earth, probably.
- Pronouns
- None/Any
I want to support spending frivolously because that feels like a very in character thing to do but I'm not actually sure what I would want us to buy, especially if we're getting everything. I think I'm gonna throw in
[X]A new scarf
[X]A new scarf
- Pronouns
- Ne/Nem/Nir/Nemself
[X]Save your scrip (No added costs to the tab)
I know it's boring as hell, but I can't see someone who has never handled currency before trusting that anything isn't a scam.
I know it's boring as hell, but I can't see someone who has never handled currency before trusting that anything isn't a scam.
[X]I wanna buy a gift for the person letting stay in their ballon!
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1-3 Shopping Spree
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[X] Blanket for you hammock
[X] An oil lamp, so that you can read in the (probably hydrogen lifted) balloon
[X] Some store was selling discount Great War era aviation rations. It'll be nice to have something to eat during the flight tomorrow.
[X] A map
[X] Shiny earrings, ones that Gunther likes, since he'll be sitting next to them.
[X] A good book to read. And maybe one not so good...
[X]A new scarf
[X]A gift for the person letting stay in their ballon!
Hope y'all are lucky with the tab rolls!
You can admit, you got a bit carried away with shopping. As this was the first time you legitimately handled scrip grade tender, and with how meaningless the idea of paper currency seemed to you, it felt like a game handing people paper slips in exchange for all manner of wondrous consumer goods. First, you started with the basics, necessary things. You found a seamstress with a lovely, cozy store selling knitted goods, and decided to pick up a wool blanket for your hammock on Riya's balloon, and a blue and white silk scarf to keep you from losing all feeling in your neck again from the freezing windchill while flying at over a hundred kilometers per hour. Then you picked up an oil lantern from an antique store, as that seemed to be the only shop in town selling one. The town was lit by electric lighting, which you were aware of existing as some scientific innovation over the last century or so, but didn't really understand the mechanics of. The lantern helped you feel a bit less out of place, ironically enough, considering you were the only one carrying one around.
The general store you found yourself in had a "Cosmopolitan" section of travel supplies, backpacks, old maps, and most importantly, rations. Disgusting, processed slop stuffed into cans and waxed paper. Still though, it was basically all that would last on a long flight, so you picked the most appetizing options they presented, dried, salted meat of unknown origin labeled as "jerky", and a pack of crackers so old the brand name was illegible. You'd need to wash your mouth out with vinegar if you ate these tomorrow. Maybe drink some too. On the way out you grabbed yourself a map of the surrounding area. Living in an isolated commune for so long, you never really thought about all that surrounded you other than the distant terrain you saw every day by looking up. You never knew the sea was so close to your home! Just a few dozen kilometers south. You realized you never actually were told by Riya where you were heading with her to.
Oh well, you'd figure it out tonight. Your shopping began to dip into frivolous consumerism when you practically ran back to the jewelry store you met Riya in front of to find something to buy. Gunther always loved shinies, and while your wooden studs were cute, you'd quickly become envious of a lot of the earrings you saw the other women of this town wearing. The shop owner, a short, skinny man approaching his elder years seemed perturbed by the presence of Gunther on your broom, but given that he was well behaved and didn't seem to pose a danger to the contents of the store, he didn't comment. The earrings you decided on were a lovely, slightly complex golden pair, a hoop hanging from a straight strand of thick wire, punctuated by a quartz crystal hanging from the hoop. You could practically feel Gunther's attention lock to you alone as you put them in after paying a hefty sum, to your delight. They weren't heavy, and didn't irritate your earlobes.
Finally deciding to head back to the airfield, your attention was soon conquered once again by the sight of discount novels in the window of a bookstore, some old, some new, and effectively advertising themselves by enticing you enough to enter the store. You knew how to read and write, it was necessary for your studies as a witch, but your never read for pleasure before. Novels were fittingly fantastical to you, so you thought why not grab a book or two for the flight? You grabbed an autobiography made by who you gathered was some esteemed pilot during the Great War, someone named Markus Becker. Might be a good read for instructional purposes. Then you noticed a book with a stitched cover depicting what appeared to be a woman in a dress of leaves holding hands with a man titled "Fae Love". You quickly swiped it and brought the two books to the counter, getting a look from the cashier as you briskly handed him some scrip.
Finally, you decided a gift for your gracious host was in order. What would she like as a gift though?
[X]Another write in, I think this is pretty important so I'm leaving it up to y'all.
[X] An oil lamp, so that you can read in the (probably hydrogen lifted) balloon
[X] Some store was selling discount Great War era aviation rations. It'll be nice to have something to eat during the flight tomorrow.
[X] A map
[X] Shiny earrings, ones that Gunther likes, since he'll be sitting next to them.
[X] A good book to read. And maybe one not so good...
[X]A new scarf
[X]A gift for the person letting stay in their ballon!
Hope y'all are lucky with the tab rolls!
You can admit, you got a bit carried away with shopping. As this was the first time you legitimately handled scrip grade tender, and with how meaningless the idea of paper currency seemed to you, it felt like a game handing people paper slips in exchange for all manner of wondrous consumer goods. First, you started with the basics, necessary things. You found a seamstress with a lovely, cozy store selling knitted goods, and decided to pick up a wool blanket for your hammock on Riya's balloon, and a blue and white silk scarf to keep you from losing all feeling in your neck again from the freezing windchill while flying at over a hundred kilometers per hour. Then you picked up an oil lantern from an antique store, as that seemed to be the only shop in town selling one. The town was lit by electric lighting, which you were aware of existing as some scientific innovation over the last century or so, but didn't really understand the mechanics of. The lantern helped you feel a bit less out of place, ironically enough, considering you were the only one carrying one around.
The general store you found yourself in had a "Cosmopolitan" section of travel supplies, backpacks, old maps, and most importantly, rations. Disgusting, processed slop stuffed into cans and waxed paper. Still though, it was basically all that would last on a long flight, so you picked the most appetizing options they presented, dried, salted meat of unknown origin labeled as "jerky", and a pack of crackers so old the brand name was illegible. You'd need to wash your mouth out with vinegar if you ate these tomorrow. Maybe drink some too. On the way out you grabbed yourself a map of the surrounding area. Living in an isolated commune for so long, you never really thought about all that surrounded you other than the distant terrain you saw every day by looking up. You never knew the sea was so close to your home! Just a few dozen kilometers south. You realized you never actually were told by Riya where you were heading with her to.
Oh well, you'd figure it out tonight. Your shopping began to dip into frivolous consumerism when you practically ran back to the jewelry store you met Riya in front of to find something to buy. Gunther always loved shinies, and while your wooden studs were cute, you'd quickly become envious of a lot of the earrings you saw the other women of this town wearing. The shop owner, a short, skinny man approaching his elder years seemed perturbed by the presence of Gunther on your broom, but given that he was well behaved and didn't seem to pose a danger to the contents of the store, he didn't comment. The earrings you decided on were a lovely, slightly complex golden pair, a hoop hanging from a straight strand of thick wire, punctuated by a quartz crystal hanging from the hoop. You could practically feel Gunther's attention lock to you alone as you put them in after paying a hefty sum, to your delight. They weren't heavy, and didn't irritate your earlobes.
Finally deciding to head back to the airfield, your attention was soon conquered once again by the sight of discount novels in the window of a bookstore, some old, some new, and effectively advertising themselves by enticing you enough to enter the store. You knew how to read and write, it was necessary for your studies as a witch, but your never read for pleasure before. Novels were fittingly fantastical to you, so you thought why not grab a book or two for the flight? You grabbed an autobiography made by who you gathered was some esteemed pilot during the Great War, someone named Markus Becker. Might be a good read for instructional purposes. Then you noticed a book with a stitched cover depicting what appeared to be a woman in a dress of leaves holding hands with a man titled "Fae Love". You quickly swiped it and brought the two books to the counter, getting a look from the cashier as you briskly handed him some scrip.
Finally, you decided a gift for your gracious host was in order. What would she like as a gift though?
[X]Another write in, I think this is pretty important so I'm leaving it up to y'all.
Everyone needs a scarf. Something that goes with her eyes, perhaps?
[X] Deep blue scarf.
[X] Deep blue scarf.
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That's how you know they're edible.
A tin of crackers whose name is still legible means that it's been taken care off, and you'll be disappointed when you open it to find only bits and bobbins. Either because it's your grandma's sewing kit, or a gremlin nest.
[X] Deep blue scarf.
[X] Gift for the person staying in the balloon! Its only common courtesy.
1-4 Tip Your Landlord
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It didn't seem like Riya had a scarf, you didn't see one on her when she dismounted from her balloon, and she wasn't wearing one while out on the town, despite the approaching bitter cold of winter, so you jogged back to that seamstress you bought your scarf from earlier that day, and picked out a beautiful deep blue scarf for her. You didn't know a thing about fashion, but you thought it'd look pretty along with her other colorful silken clothing. As you traveled across the town back towards the airstrip, finally, as the sun began to set behind you, your mind wandered back to the home you just left this morning. It already felt like a past life. You weren't sure if the other witches would come looking for you, maybe your mother, but it wasn't as if you were especially well liked by the rest of the coven. Whatever, fuck them. Come morning and you'd be gone, too far for either of you to worry or care.
You clumsily ascended the rope ladder hanging off of Riya's ship, nearly breathless by the time you hoisted yourself onto the deck, seeing that Gunther had beaten you to the top long before and was cheekily perched on the wall of the deck, with your employer adjusting some ropes attached to the hydrogen balloon hanging low above both of your heads just behind him.
The fuck was hydrogen?
A highly flammable lighter-than-air gas used in most airships and zeppelins across Himmelgard.
How did you know that? It was almost like it was someone telling you all you needed to know about flying exactly when you needed it. You looked down at the piece of glass on a string around your neck, feeling uneasy. You weren't sure why.
"You alright?" Riya said, snapping you out of a bought of anxious tunnel vision. You blinked and looked up at her again.
"Yeah! Yeah. I got you something for letting me stay on your blimp!" You said with a smile, holding out the scarf you'd bought her, which you'd tied into a bow as if it was decorating a box.
"It's a…" Riya started, taking the scarf on her hands.
"A scarf!" You said, yanking on the ends of the silk to untie it into its usual shape, seeing an expression of excitement shoot over Riya's face.
"Oh! Wow! I… didn't expect a gift, I mean, I'm employing you." Riya said, grinning as she wrapped the scarf around her neck to try it out.
"Not that I don't appreciate it!" She said, gripping the scarf and still smiling at you.
"Thank you, Hilda." She looked legitimately, deeply moved by the gesture.
Riya trusts you now!
Riya's ship was empty of other people belowdeck, loaded with a few crates at the stern and bow, with a hatch in the middle of the floor assumedly for Riya to get into her plane while in the air. Off to the port side of the dark storage deck was a hammock hung between two support beams, granting the illusion of you having a room the size of the deck itself. You'd been told by Riya an oil lantern was fine, but to just be as careful as possible above deck with it, so you lit your lantern with the internal igniter and hung it above your hammock.
You slid out of your black dress and basically flopped into the hammock, realizing as soon as you got comfortable that there was no way you were getting out of this anytime soon. One, it was a very comfortable, very new experience, and two, you didn't know if it was mechanically possible to escape the pitcher plant of comfort you'd fallen into. Eh, whatever, that was tomorrow-you's problem, you were exhausted. You reached down into your bag on the floor, and pulled out your new blanket, and…
[X]wrap it around yourself, flick off your lantern, and turn in for the night.
[X]pull out that romance novel you bought and read for until your lantern burns dry.
[X]pull out that old pilot's autobiography, and try to find out what to expect of your future career.
You clumsily ascended the rope ladder hanging off of Riya's ship, nearly breathless by the time you hoisted yourself onto the deck, seeing that Gunther had beaten you to the top long before and was cheekily perched on the wall of the deck, with your employer adjusting some ropes attached to the hydrogen balloon hanging low above both of your heads just behind him.
The fuck was hydrogen?
A highly flammable lighter-than-air gas used in most airships and zeppelins across Himmelgard.
How did you know that? It was almost like it was someone telling you all you needed to know about flying exactly when you needed it. You looked down at the piece of glass on a string around your neck, feeling uneasy. You weren't sure why.
"You alright?" Riya said, snapping you out of a bought of anxious tunnel vision. You blinked and looked up at her again.
"Yeah! Yeah. I got you something for letting me stay on your blimp!" You said with a smile, holding out the scarf you'd bought her, which you'd tied into a bow as if it was decorating a box.
"It's a…" Riya started, taking the scarf on her hands.
"A scarf!" You said, yanking on the ends of the silk to untie it into its usual shape, seeing an expression of excitement shoot over Riya's face.
"Oh! Wow! I… didn't expect a gift, I mean, I'm employing you." Riya said, grinning as she wrapped the scarf around her neck to try it out.
"Not that I don't appreciate it!" She said, gripping the scarf and still smiling at you.
"Thank you, Hilda." She looked legitimately, deeply moved by the gesture.
Riya trusts you now!
Riya's ship was empty of other people belowdeck, loaded with a few crates at the stern and bow, with a hatch in the middle of the floor assumedly for Riya to get into her plane while in the air. Off to the port side of the dark storage deck was a hammock hung between two support beams, granting the illusion of you having a room the size of the deck itself. You'd been told by Riya an oil lantern was fine, but to just be as careful as possible above deck with it, so you lit your lantern with the internal igniter and hung it above your hammock.
You slid out of your black dress and basically flopped into the hammock, realizing as soon as you got comfortable that there was no way you were getting out of this anytime soon. One, it was a very comfortable, very new experience, and two, you didn't know if it was mechanically possible to escape the pitcher plant of comfort you'd fallen into. Eh, whatever, that was tomorrow-you's problem, you were exhausted. You reached down into your bag on the floor, and pulled out your new blanket, and…
[X]wrap it around yourself, flick off your lantern, and turn in for the night.
[X]pull out that romance novel you bought and read for until your lantern burns dry.
[X]pull out that old pilot's autobiography, and try to find out what to expect of your future career.
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- Earth, probably.
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- None/Any
[X]pull out that old pilot's autobiography, and try to find out what to expect of your future career.
Not that I don't like a little bit of Romance before bed but I do feel like we'd want to catch up on what we should expect and what might be expected of us.
Not that I don't like a little bit of Romance before bed but I do feel like we'd want to catch up on what we should expect and what might be expected of us.
- Pronouns
- Ne/Nem/Nir/Nemself
[X]pull out that romance novel you bought and read for until your lantern burns dry.
Gotta go with exposing our poor, naive bean to the pulp romance!
Gotta go with exposing our poor, naive bean to the pulp romance!
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[X]pull out that romance novel you bought and read for until your lantern burns dry.
Considering the character has Woods Wise and Faerie Speak, this could be like a physicist trying to enjoy Star Trek smut…which is what I've voting for
Considering the character has Woods Wise and Faerie Speak, this could be like a physicist trying to enjoy Star Trek smut…which is what I've voting for
1-5 Foreshadowing
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You pulled out that romance novel from the store, grinning as you opened to the first page. On the wooden post your hammock was hung from, Gunther let out an accusatory coo. You looked up at him. He was squinting at you.
"You're one to talk," you say, squinting back, before turning down to read your new book.
It was interesting in the beginning. Daring, hot pilot Alex Schmidt, musculing manily down the stairs out of the barracks and out to his plane for a patrol of the Fokker coastline. Three chapters in he'd crash landed in the woods, and immediately completely charmed a Nymph, putting her completely under his spell. The dialogue was hilariously flowery, and the characters so cartoonish you weren't sure if the author had never met a fae, or never met a pilot. Possibly both.
At least the steamy bits were well written.
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The rain that had been searing your face for the past forty minutes was now falling onto your back in fat, cold droplets. Your face was against your dashboard, and you were freezing. You gently picked your head up, feeling your left arm shift ever so slightly, and an OVERWHELMING SHOCK OF AGONIZING PAIN shoot though it. That was dislocated, that's for sure.
You bit your cheek and GENTLY moved your forearm onto your lap, unbuckling your harness and GENTLY sliding out of it. You took a deep breath, and used your right arm to button the cuff of your left arm's sleeve onto the middle button of your jacket as a sling. You looked to your left, seeing the violent black streak of soot around a hole in the wing of your airplane. Right. Lightning, losing control, crash. Fuck… you had to walk back to base. With a dislocated arm. You looked up back into the sky, rain splatting off your goggles, and saw the afternoon sun to the left of you. That meant you needed to walk… directly ahead of you. That was north.
You had no idea how far away you were from base, and as you walked for what felt like dozens of kilometers you feared the bleeding from your head was starting to affect your ability to move forward. Every tree looked the same. It was so dark. Eventually, you came upon a clearing with a small tree in the middle. Fuck this, you couldn't walk for another twenty meters. You collapsed to the ground, realizing too late that was a terrible idea for your shoulder. You suppressed a groan of agony and reached into your pocket, pulling out your favorite brand of cigarettes, Felsen. If this was your last cigarette, at least it would be smooth.
You lit it with a loose match you struck against your boot, and took a looooong drag with your eyes closed. When you opened them again, there was a woman in front of you. With skin that looked just like the bark of the tree you were sitting against, green, glowing eyes, and hair like willow leaves. This day couldn't get any fucking be-"HILDA!"
"WHAT?! IM UP! IM UP!" You loudly proclaimed, rolling to step out of bed, forgetting you weren't at home, and rolling out of the hammock you were sleeping on and falling onto your face. Gunther cackled like a seagull from above. "One of these days I'm using you to stuff a pillow," you emptily threatened while throwing your black dress back on over your head.
"Come on! Game time!" Riya called from up the ladder, as you picked up your book and slid it back into your bag. Weird fucking dream, you should probably stop reading so much before bed.
"Coming!" You called back while running to the ladder and rapidly ascending it, hearing Gunther flapping behind you. You must of looked like shit as the sun hit your face, cause Riya visibly grimaced.
"You alright?" She asked.
"Na Klar. Wild dreams," you dismissed. "So… I just fly above you, provide overwatch for the trip?" You asked, trying not to sound as wildly inexperienced as you were.
"Yeah. I'm heading to Schwarzstrand down on the coast, probably should have mentioned that," she said with a slight uncomfortable laugh.
"Genau! I've never seen the ocean before. Are we taking off now?" You asked while trying your hardest to blink away the sleepiness.
"Jawohl, I've got the gasbag filled and preflight checks done." Riya said while walking back towards the controls. "I'll get her in the air, you just follow."
You gave a joking salute, and ran back to the rope ladder, Gunther in tow, sliding down the rungs and sprinting towards the hanger for your aircraft. You were quickly taxied out as Riya's balloon rose into the air, enormous wings slowly flapping to draw it forward. An attendant helped you with Contact, and you rolled out down the runway for your first mission.
[ ] Write in what Altitude you'll be flying at. Ideal altitude for your aircraft is 0-29.
For those new to the system, multiply that number by 100 to find how many meters in the air you are.
Now I need three rolls here.
1. A 2d10+4 (Daring) roll for indulging in reading as a new vice. If you roll high enough, you might get it as a new familiar one.
2. A 1d20 roll to see how much stress, out of 2, the reading cured.
3. Flat 2d10. Don't worry about it.
"You're one to talk," you say, squinting back, before turning down to read your new book.
It was interesting in the beginning. Daring, hot pilot Alex Schmidt, musculing manily down the stairs out of the barracks and out to his plane for a patrol of the Fokker coastline. Three chapters in he'd crash landed in the woods, and immediately completely charmed a Nymph, putting her completely under his spell. The dialogue was hilariously flowery, and the characters so cartoonish you weren't sure if the author had never met a fae, or never met a pilot. Possibly both.
At least the steamy bits were well written.
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The rain that had been searing your face for the past forty minutes was now falling onto your back in fat, cold droplets. Your face was against your dashboard, and you were freezing. You gently picked your head up, feeling your left arm shift ever so slightly, and an OVERWHELMING SHOCK OF AGONIZING PAIN shoot though it. That was dislocated, that's for sure.
You bit your cheek and GENTLY moved your forearm onto your lap, unbuckling your harness and GENTLY sliding out of it. You took a deep breath, and used your right arm to button the cuff of your left arm's sleeve onto the middle button of your jacket as a sling. You looked to your left, seeing the violent black streak of soot around a hole in the wing of your airplane. Right. Lightning, losing control, crash. Fuck… you had to walk back to base. With a dislocated arm. You looked up back into the sky, rain splatting off your goggles, and saw the afternoon sun to the left of you. That meant you needed to walk… directly ahead of you. That was north.
You had no idea how far away you were from base, and as you walked for what felt like dozens of kilometers you feared the bleeding from your head was starting to affect your ability to move forward. Every tree looked the same. It was so dark. Eventually, you came upon a clearing with a small tree in the middle. Fuck this, you couldn't walk for another twenty meters. You collapsed to the ground, realizing too late that was a terrible idea for your shoulder. You suppressed a groan of agony and reached into your pocket, pulling out your favorite brand of cigarettes, Felsen. If this was your last cigarette, at least it would be smooth.
You lit it with a loose match you struck against your boot, and took a looooong drag with your eyes closed. When you opened them again, there was a woman in front of you. With skin that looked just like the bark of the tree you were sitting against, green, glowing eyes, and hair like willow leaves. This day couldn't get any fucking be-"HILDA!"
"WHAT?! IM UP! IM UP!" You loudly proclaimed, rolling to step out of bed, forgetting you weren't at home, and rolling out of the hammock you were sleeping on and falling onto your face. Gunther cackled like a seagull from above. "One of these days I'm using you to stuff a pillow," you emptily threatened while throwing your black dress back on over your head.
"Come on! Game time!" Riya called from up the ladder, as you picked up your book and slid it back into your bag. Weird fucking dream, you should probably stop reading so much before bed.
"Coming!" You called back while running to the ladder and rapidly ascending it, hearing Gunther flapping behind you. You must of looked like shit as the sun hit your face, cause Riya visibly grimaced.
"You alright?" She asked.
"Na Klar. Wild dreams," you dismissed. "So… I just fly above you, provide overwatch for the trip?" You asked, trying not to sound as wildly inexperienced as you were.
"Yeah. I'm heading to Schwarzstrand down on the coast, probably should have mentioned that," she said with a slight uncomfortable laugh.
"Genau! I've never seen the ocean before. Are we taking off now?" You asked while trying your hardest to blink away the sleepiness.
"Jawohl, I've got the gasbag filled and preflight checks done." Riya said while walking back towards the controls. "I'll get her in the air, you just follow."
You gave a joking salute, and ran back to the rope ladder, Gunther in tow, sliding down the rungs and sprinting towards the hanger for your aircraft. You were quickly taxied out as Riya's balloon rose into the air, enormous wings slowly flapping to draw it forward. An attendant helped you with Contact, and you rolled out down the runway for your first mission.
[ ] Write in what Altitude you'll be flying at. Ideal altitude for your aircraft is 0-29.
For those new to the system, multiply that number by 100 to find how many meters in the air you are.
Now I need three rolls here.
1. A 2d10+4 (Daring) roll for indulging in reading as a new vice. If you roll high enough, you might get it as a new familiar one.
2. A 1d20 roll to see how much stress, out of 2, the reading cured.
3. Flat 2d10. Don't worry about it.
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@10ebbor10 you can vote on the altitude if you'd like as well.
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3. Flat 2d10. Don't worry about it.
3. Flat 2d10. Don't worry about it.
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Uh, how high is the airship flying? Is day maybe 1 or 2(00 m) above the airship. We're not an energy fighter, so being too high just means we burn out the engine before we can get down there.
- Location
- 100 Meters From Your Location
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I was thinking they'd be probably 1-2 altitude below you too, you basically set the altitude.
- Location
- Earth, probably.
- Pronouns
- None/Any
[x] 20
I figure that gives us space to maneuver up or down if we need to.
I figure that gives us space to maneuver up or down if we need to.