054. Air
054. Air
It was the first day that Cain finally let her out of the medical area of the school. Arabelle's wings, over a lengthy, painful, and gorram itchy process of three weeks, had finally fully grown in.
Even then, she was still a bit of a klutz with them. Knocking stuff down unintentionally as she adjusted to taking up more space than she usually did.
But now. Now she's allowed to actually make an attempt at flying.
Arabelle was in the Danger Room. Set to holographically mimic New York. She stood on a rooftop of a high skyscraper steeling herself for what she was about to do.
She flicked her wings, spreading them experimentally. She didn't want simulated wind yet. In hindsight, this was probably a bad idea.
"Alright. Let's see how the hell I defy the laws of physics." She joked. To herself, since she was alone in the room.
And then, she took a flying leap, wings spreading! Unfortantely, the ability to fly wasn't a natural born instinct, nor was the ability to even attempt to glide, at this point. As such, Arabelle took off much like a bird not really built for long flight. A giant chicken would be about the closest description.
She also didn't have a hang of her windcurrent power either, as she stayed in the air for about half a moment, then dropped. Straight down into the fire escape below, and then into the dumpster below. Loud metal crashes and noises abound.
....
Silence for a few moments.
Then a chirp of a comm device. "Medic to the danger room. Please." Arabelle groaned. Owwww.
How the hell do birds make it look so gorram easy?
(( A part of Arabelle's canon, and previously mentioned in her journal before as her attempts at flight. This elaborates specifically on what exactly happened. ))
It was the first day that Cain finally let her out of the medical area of the school. Arabelle's wings, over a lengthy, painful, and gorram itchy process of three weeks, had finally fully grown in.
Even then, she was still a bit of a klutz with them. Knocking stuff down unintentionally as she adjusted to taking up more space than she usually did.
But now. Now she's allowed to actually make an attempt at flying.
Arabelle was in the Danger Room. Set to holographically mimic New York. She stood on a rooftop of a high skyscraper steeling herself for what she was about to do.
She flicked her wings, spreading them experimentally. She didn't want simulated wind yet. In hindsight, this was probably a bad idea.
"Alright. Let's see how the hell I defy the laws of physics." She joked. To herself, since she was alone in the room.
And then, she took a flying leap, wings spreading! Unfortantely, the ability to fly wasn't a natural born instinct, nor was the ability to even attempt to glide, at this point. As such, Arabelle took off much like a bird not really built for long flight. A giant chicken would be about the closest description.
She also didn't have a hang of her windcurrent power either, as she stayed in the air for about half a moment, then dropped. Straight down into the fire escape below, and then into the dumpster below. Loud metal crashes and noises abound.
....
Silence for a few moments.
Then a chirp of a comm device. "Medic to the danger room. Please." Arabelle groaned. Owwww.
How the hell do birds make it look so gorram easy?
(( A part of Arabelle's canon, and previously mentioned in her journal before as her attempts at flight. This elaborates specifically on what exactly happened. ))