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Characters: Vincent Valentine and Sulphur [CLOSED]
Location: Isle Des Saphir, Palm Tree Forest
Date: April 28th, about 7:30 pm
Rating: PG
Vincent was distinctly aggravated. He held his breath and took another dive, dropping in the air--only to have that great huge bird swoop down to catch him. A dart to the left wasn't fast enough, and he was captured.
Again.
This made four times.
Normally Vincent wasn't interested in what would clearly turn out only to be an exercise in futility, but he was certain there was something he hadn't tried, some maneuver the bird couldn't follow. It was infuriating that he couldn't figure out what it was. He was fast, and as good at flying as someone who'd been born human could expect to be, but found he was no match in speed for the airborne prison guard designated to keep the less gravitybound passengers from escape. After the first time being tossed back to the ground, he'd tried fighting the thing off, which resulted in an interesting response from the water-level guard.
In other words, the giant fish ate him.
Vincent found himself spit back out on shore, not only soaked to the bone in more than just seawater--although thankfully that took up the greater part of the mess--but also horribly weighed down by his cloak. So he'd taken it off, tossed it below a palm tree, and tried again.
And again.
And as soon as the bird dropped him back in the forest this time, with a kick of his bare feet to propel himself off the ground, he tried again.
Location: Isle Des Saphir, Palm Tree Forest
Date: April 28th, about 7:30 pm
Rating: PG
Vincent was distinctly aggravated. He held his breath and took another dive, dropping in the air--only to have that great huge bird swoop down to catch him. A dart to the left wasn't fast enough, and he was captured.
Again.
This made four times.
Normally Vincent wasn't interested in what would clearly turn out only to be an exercise in futility, but he was certain there was something he hadn't tried, some maneuver the bird couldn't follow. It was infuriating that he couldn't figure out what it was. He was fast, and as good at flying as someone who'd been born human could expect to be, but found he was no match in speed for the airborne prison guard designated to keep the less gravitybound passengers from escape. After the first time being tossed back to the ground, he'd tried fighting the thing off, which resulted in an interesting response from the water-level guard.
In other words, the giant fish ate him.
Vincent found himself spit back out on shore, not only soaked to the bone in more than just seawater--although thankfully that took up the greater part of the mess--but also horribly weighed down by his cloak. So he'd taken it off, tossed it below a palm tree, and tried again.
And again.
And as soon as the bird dropped him back in the forest this time, with a kick of his bare feet to propel himself off the ground, he tried again.