You see, kid, I can fly like an eagle.
Characters: Goose, Pit
What: Flying and possible flight instruction shenanigans!
Where: Ummm somewhere outside. 8|
When: June 4th
Rating: PG unless Goose gets a little too sailor mouthy.
Goose was a maverick in the skies, an iceman at his profession, so why would he be one to pass up the opportunity to pass down what his father and flight club instructors taught him? Guess what: He wouldn't.
Piloting was always his biggest passion in life, something he would give almost anything in the world for. Sure, he wasn't FULLY enlisted in his flight club anymore, but at least he was able to let the love for piloting and flying live on in the next generation. Plus he was still enlisted for Meca Hawk battles... that of which he hated, but he had no choice in the matter.
This Pit kid, he had to admit, intrigued him very much. This was the first time he had ever seen a human being with natural wings of his own that he could remember, and they were of BEAUTIFUL quality. They reminded him of the wings of a dove, which was-... well, okay, he actually hated doves, but wings like theirs were cool enough on a person. It was a set of wings like that which needed to be taken care of and taken advantage of, a pair that he thought should definitely grace the skies with excellent skill and for a long, long time.
That and they would probably help with killer stunts.
He headed up to Pit's door and knocked on it. He waited anxiously and excitedly for his reply.
What: Flying and possible flight instruction shenanigans!
Where: Ummm somewhere outside. 8|
When: June 4th
Rating: PG unless Goose gets a little too sailor mouthy.
Goose was a maverick in the skies, an iceman at his profession, so why would he be one to pass up the opportunity to pass down what his father and flight club instructors taught him? Guess what: He wouldn't.
Piloting was always his biggest passion in life, something he would give almost anything in the world for. Sure, he wasn't FULLY enlisted in his flight club anymore, but at least he was able to let the love for piloting and flying live on in the next generation. Plus he was still enlisted for Meca Hawk battles... that of which he hated, but he had no choice in the matter.
This Pit kid, he had to admit, intrigued him very much. This was the first time he had ever seen a human being with natural wings of his own that he could remember, and they were of BEAUTIFUL quality. They reminded him of the wings of a dove, which was-... well, okay, he actually hated doves, but wings like theirs were cool enough on a person. It was a set of wings like that which needed to be taken care of and taken advantage of, a pair that he thought should definitely grace the skies with excellent skill and for a long, long time.
That and they would probably help with killer stunts.
He headed up to Pit's door and knocked on it. He waited anxiously and excitedly for his reply.