[incomplete] my pretty baby, I'm falling in love with you
Who: Brother, definitely Val, Jr., Makubex, (all at different times?) and whomever else would like to hop aboard
When: After Brother’s 12th post?
Where: A clearing by the forest/aboard the Celsius
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
Summary: Brother’s got an airship and he’s willing to let his friends share in on the wealth :3.
ooc: threads can take place at different times, if'n ya'll'd like~ also, feel free to interact mit one another if the mood strikes ya~!
Brother was singing at the top of his fool lungs as he brought his lady love back to the ground, revving her engine once or twice before settling her into idling, scurrying between the consoles that kept the Celsius aloft to make sure nothing would go awry, as things were wont to do when the Al Bhed was around. He hummed to himself, pausing to survey the cockpit; the innards of his baby were certainly a sight for sore eyes, even though every time he passed the co-pilot’s chair, his mind kept niggling at him. Buddy was missing, and a glance back at Shinra’s console earned the same feeling of ‘not right’. Yfacusa boxed the air with a vigorous ‘chop! Ma-chop!‘ while her hair-twin scurried about, making sure everything was in it’s place.
Ah, well. Perhaps it was better if his friends didn’t come to this place, even though Brother wasn’t quite sure why he himself was here. Apparently, he’d been a not good person, and as far as he knew, Buddy and Shinra didn’t have bodies hiding in one of the Celsius’ storage bays. Then again, he didn’t really check, but he managed to combat the paranoid creepy crawlies that meandered up the back of his neck at thought of his best friend secretly being a psychopathic murderer. However, like most of Brother’s thoughts, it died quickly and went off to the land of things to be yelled out of context, as he tripped up the steps and trotted over to the lift, taking it all the way down so that the platform settled on the ground.
Yfacusa scuttled away from the strange disc, practicing her martial arts on a nearby tree as Brother swung his legs, sitting up on the railing of the lift platform, beginning to sing an old Al Bhed song (and by sing, he was horribly mangling the tune and turning it into poem spoken by a tone deaf Hypello.) His friends were coming, some he was meeting face to face for the first time, and the thought of that made him smile just a little, continue to wail as Yfacusa beat a sapling to pulp.
When: After Brother’s 12th post?
Where: A clearing by the forest/aboard the Celsius
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
Summary: Brother’s got an airship and he’s willing to let his friends share in on the wealth :3.
ooc: threads can take place at different times, if'n ya'll'd like~ also, feel free to interact mit one another if the mood strikes ya~!
Brother was singing at the top of his fool lungs as he brought his lady love back to the ground, revving her engine once or twice before settling her into idling, scurrying between the consoles that kept the Celsius aloft to make sure nothing would go awry, as things were wont to do when the Al Bhed was around. He hummed to himself, pausing to survey the cockpit; the innards of his baby were certainly a sight for sore eyes, even though every time he passed the co-pilot’s chair, his mind kept niggling at him. Buddy was missing, and a glance back at Shinra’s console earned the same feeling of ‘not right’. Yfacusa boxed the air with a vigorous ‘chop! Ma-chop!‘ while her hair-twin scurried about, making sure everything was in it’s place.
Ah, well. Perhaps it was better if his friends didn’t come to this place, even though Brother wasn’t quite sure why he himself was here. Apparently, he’d been a not good person, and as far as he knew, Buddy and Shinra didn’t have bodies hiding in one of the Celsius’ storage bays. Then again, he didn’t really check, but he managed to combat the paranoid creepy crawlies that meandered up the back of his neck at thought of his best friend secretly being a psychopathic murderer. However, like most of Brother’s thoughts, it died quickly and went off to the land of things to be yelled out of context, as he tripped up the steps and trotted over to the lift, taking it all the way down so that the platform settled on the ground.
Yfacusa scuttled away from the strange disc, practicing her martial arts on a nearby tree as Brother swung his legs, sitting up on the railing of the lift platform, beginning to sing an old Al Bhed song (and by sing, he was horribly mangling the tune and turning it into poem spoken by a tone deaf Hypello.) His friends were coming, some he was meeting face to face for the first time, and the thought of that made him smile just a little, continue to wail as Yfacusa beat a sapling to pulp.