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Characters: Emilio Michaelov, (insert someone's name here)
Content: Emilio's arrival.
Location: Convenient Random Street
Time of day: Late afternoon
Warnings: Emilio's a whiner. Whimpery angst ahead.
Falling. He was falling.
That wasn't unusual. Psychiccers fought high in the air, within a sort of cage designed to prevent any damage to the surrounding area. They were hated enough by normal people without adding mass property destruction to the list. But surely he would have hit the bottom of the cage by NOW. It wasn't so large that he'd be falling for this long. He was supposed to hit bottom by now, and then he'd pick himself up, shrug off the pain, and go after Wong again. This was it. He had to put a stop to that evil man, and he had to do it now. After everything he'd done to him, no, to everyone, he had to put a stop to him. Emilio normally didn't like the idea of killing anyone, but he was more than willing to make an exception for Wong.
The boy opened his eyes to find that not only was there no Wong, but he was now outside. Outside, and without the benefit of a cage to stop his fall. And he was, of course, very high up. Panic gripped him, his breath catching in his throat. He would die. No two ways about it, he would die. Did Wong do this? How? He knew the man could manipulate time, but this...
Those buildings were awfully close now.
Stupid. He didn't have to die. He could fly, after all. Thinking about what Wong did could wait until after he'd stopped falling. Calming himself as best he could despite the circumstances, Emilio concentrated on not falling. Hovering, yes. That's what he wanted to do. As always, once he began using his powers, a pair of glowing golden wings sprouted from his back. The fall didn't stop, but he slowed down considerably. That was odd. He should be able to hover in midair for a good while, but Emilio supposed he shouldn't complain. He wouldn't end up dying this way.
The boy drifted down, landing hard enough for him to stumble and fall onto his knees, wings disappearing once more. Confused, frightened, and still hurting from his fight with the other Psychiccer, Emilio felt very, very alone in his new surroundings.
Content: Emilio's arrival.
Location: Convenient Random Street
Time of day: Late afternoon
Warnings: Emilio's a whiner. Whimpery angst ahead.
Falling. He was falling.
That wasn't unusual. Psychiccers fought high in the air, within a sort of cage designed to prevent any damage to the surrounding area. They were hated enough by normal people without adding mass property destruction to the list. But surely he would have hit the bottom of the cage by NOW. It wasn't so large that he'd be falling for this long. He was supposed to hit bottom by now, and then he'd pick himself up, shrug off the pain, and go after Wong again. This was it. He had to put a stop to that evil man, and he had to do it now. After everything he'd done to him, no, to everyone, he had to put a stop to him. Emilio normally didn't like the idea of killing anyone, but he was more than willing to make an exception for Wong.
The boy opened his eyes to find that not only was there no Wong, but he was now outside. Outside, and without the benefit of a cage to stop his fall. And he was, of course, very high up. Panic gripped him, his breath catching in his throat. He would die. No two ways about it, he would die. Did Wong do this? How? He knew the man could manipulate time, but this...
Those buildings were awfully close now.
Stupid. He didn't have to die. He could fly, after all. Thinking about what Wong did could wait until after he'd stopped falling. Calming himself as best he could despite the circumstances, Emilio concentrated on not falling. Hovering, yes. That's what he wanted to do. As always, once he began using his powers, a pair of glowing golden wings sprouted from his back. The fall didn't stop, but he slowed down considerably. That was odd. He should be able to hover in midair for a good while, but Emilio supposed he shouldn't complain. He wouldn't end up dying this way.
The boy drifted down, landing hard enough for him to stumble and fall onto his knees, wings disappearing once more. Confused, frightened, and still hurting from his fight with the other Psychiccer, Emilio felt very, very alone in his new surroundings.