Let's go fly a paper aeroplane [OPEN]

[bisssss_cuiiiit]

Characters: Mad Mod, anyone up for shenanigans/schadenfreude
Location: The roof
Time: Sometime that he's probably meant to be doing something responsible like idk teaching
Content: Moddy got bored and needed to test out those remote-controlled paper aeroplanes somewhere anyway
Format: Starting with prose but anything goes
Warnings: There is a viably

Comments

Did somebody say DISASTERPIECE?

[hose_nose]

Having been sat under the cover of a not-very-lofty-at-all tree, but which seemed adequately grand to him non the less, Gonzo was spared the title of airplane-target for the moment, but instead watched with eyes gleaming with awe and amazement as the paper construction sailed neatly into the back of the unlucky victim's head with pin-point precision.

Immediately deciding that whoever was responsible for this was definitely somebody awesome, and therefore somebody entirely worth meeting, the blue furry creature abandoned the book he'd been reading to scuttle as fast as his miniature spats could carry him to the rooftop.

It took considerably longer than he'd thought it might, so it was a rather out of breath but no less enthralled Gonzo flopped out of the door onto the roof behind the red-haired teacher. He was gasping too much to fully explain himself and who he was, but he was sure that was secondary to the importance of intermittently explaining;

"That... was so... COOL!"

\o/ OH ME, ME, I DID.

[bisssss_cuiiiit]

"What the bloody...?!"

Turning around at the sound of the door crashing open, Moddy's face was already snarling in frustration at some goody two-shoes having blown the gaff already, but it abruptly changed to still-disgruntled confusion at the revelation of exactly what had just tumbled out onto the roof.

Lowering the aeroplane that he had automatically readied to assail the invader with, the... thing's words puzzled and flattered him sufficiently for him to crack a meandering-ly toothed smile at the visitor.

"Well, you've got to find entertainment somehow in a place like this."

[hose_nose]

Having had to bend over double to recover his breath, Gonzo nodded fervently as his ability to speak came back to him.

"Oh! I quite agree!" Trotting over to the lanky man with the shock of red hair, the strange pupil started investigating the collection of paper aeroplanes with almost reverent fascination.

"Wow... Did you make these, mister?!"

[bisssss_cuiiiit]

Watching the... whatever it was, poking its hooked nose amongst the aeroplanes still sitting in the suitcase that he'd ordered to walk up the stairs with him (well, why waste the energy when you could make it do the work for you?), Mod leaned against the small edging wall with a high-arched brow.

"Certainly did, laddy. You're interested in this sort of thing, I take it?"

[hose_nose]

Extracting himself from the wire-laced sheets, Gonzo beamed exponentially up at the Cockney accented teacher, gesturing to the sky enthusiastically.

"Sure I am! I love flying! An' paper aeroplanes are great! How did you get it to hit that guy? You must be a real good shot, or are they special aeroplanes? OH!" He jumped perhaps a little too closely to where Moddy was standing; "Are they magic?! I already met another teacher who's real good at that!"

[bisssss_cuiiiit]

Leaning back from the over enthusiastic creature, Mod flapped him back a little way; he was in a solid state at the moment (throwing paper aeroplanes was a little tricky when you were incorporeal), and didn't fancy being knocked off the roof even if he could change back to his holographic form part-way down.

"No they are not bleedin' magic; it's technology, pure and simple." If by simple you meant incredibly complex nano-mechanisms. "Although having a decent aim doesn't hurt either."

He straightened out his virtual braces with a slightly more composed gesture, nodding out over the grounds.

"You fancy a go?"

[hose_nose]

"WOULD I EVER!"

Bounding into the case before clambering up with a little difficulty onto the section of wall next to his new idol, Gonzo scoured the landscape for a promising landing place for his very own homing-plane. Spotting a young man walking a little way off from the lake, he decided that he was probably good natured enough to take it with a sense of humour, before eagerly launching the paper glider off towards the blond target.

"Woohoo! Right on target! Wow, these can go really far! You're amazing!"

Oh Sanji, you never can catch a break.

[bisssss_cuiiiit]

Moddy put a hand to his chin in a considering pose, having to hide a rather glorious smirk behind his fingers at recognizing the unlucky youth who had just received a neat clip on the back of the head from the missile, and was now looking about in complete bafflement for the perpetrator.

"Not bad, sonny. You've got a knack for it."

He waved a hand in entirely false modest at the praise. "Well... I suppose, a bit. Anyway," he looked down at his new acquaintance with more interest than before, "to whom do I owe the pleasure of this assistance?"

I am so mean to my muse ;w;

[hose_nose]

Gonzo drew himself up in pride at the compliment, as he introduced himself in the manner that befitted such a talented and soon-to-be very famous entertainer such as himself.

"Well, I might confess, it is a pleasure! For I am the one and most certainly the only; Gonzo the Great!" The pose would have been more fitting if a drum roll had just come to a close, but he resumed his slightly (if only very slightly) more normal posture as he waved a hand dismissively; "Or the Great Gonzo, if you like, but most people just call me Gonzo."

But that's why you write him well!

[bisssss_cuiiiit]

Halfway between being haughtily unimpressed and utterly amused by the pompous introduction, Mod decided to go for the classic middle road of treating it as completely normal behaviour, simply crossing his arms with a non-committal; "Hm, 'that so?"

Casting another glider out at some unfortunate pupil reading a book on the lawn, the Brit ignored the satisfying yelp of surprise as he continued; "The only, eh? The only what?" He gave the furry creature a poke in the stomach with his cane. "Animal? Vegetable? Mineral? Other?"

Sh-shut up, that doesn't make me happy, bastard,,,

[hose_nose]

Wobbling backwards a little from the solid poke at his ever-so-fashionable sweater vest, Gonzo seemed a little reluctant to answer, but still replied cheerfully enough.

"Eh, I'm a whatever. Come on! I wanna see if I can get one over to the basketball court! Maybe I can get it through the hoop..."

[bisssss_cuiiiit]

If Mod had an ounce of pity in his virtual heart or any inclination to admit that pursuing the matter would have been entirely hypocritical, Gonzo might have been spared any further investigation. As it was...

"Oh no you don't."

The cane neatly flipped the lid of the suitcase back over onto itself, as the merciless teacher leaned on it with a vindictively curious expression.

"Come on. 'Fess up; what the devil are you?" He sniffed haughtily whilst inspecting his nails in a discerning manner; "It's not like I'm in the habit of handing out highly technically advanced aircraft to things wot I don't even know what they are."

[hose_nose]

Only narrowly withdrawing his string-like arms before the case snapped shut like a leather crocodile, the small blue creature seemed to shrink to even more meager dimensions under the teacher's scrutiny.

"Well... I don't know what I am."

Ruffling the outcrop of stubby indigo feathers on his head, Gonzo tried shrugging in an optimistic way; "I'm a me though. I guess that's alright, isn't it?"

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"Oh."

Moddy hadn't quite been expecting that.

Usually when people were elusive it was because they had an answer that they didn't want to give to other people- it was always a fun game, wrangling it out of them. Sometimes it took weeks, even years, but it was always rewarding; partly for the schadenfreude of watching them squirm, but partly because... well, that hadn't been the case this time, anyway.

Lifting the cane off the suitcase the red-haired teacher pulled an uncharacteristic face of uncertainty about the situation.

"Well, that's mighty peculiar." He waved the stick around Gonzo's distinctive nose. "I mean, I guess you look a little bit like a turkey... but not much."

[hose_nose]

Sitting down on the suitcase, Gonzo considered this theory for a moment.

"Hm... I do have a knack for talking to poultry; chickens especially." Ah, dear Camilla, how was she ever coping without him? "But I dunno- it's not really a beak, it's kinda soft."

Not to mention the fact that he had hands, but you know, those were secondary details.

[bisssss_cuiiiit]

Seating himself with his knees tucked up, back against the wall, Mod took hold of Gonzo's snout without so much as a by or leave, easily twisting it from left to right and even all the way upside down.

"Huh, what do you know."

Releasing the whatever's nose he crossed his arms on top of his knees curiously.

"No nostrils either- how do you smell?"