Comments | beyondtherift: wax wings on mine fearful flier

ocptmycpt in beyondtherift

wax wings on mine fearful flier

Aug 22, 2010 21:47

It's been two weeks and Jim Kirk's had enough.

He's sick of being rational and reasonable and fucking safe about the wings that the Rift has so helpfully attached to his back. He's tired of stretching them over and over again, get used to the new movements and nerve-endings. He's fed up with pulling long hours in the gym to get his center of ( Read more... )

jim kirk, saul garamond

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princerat August 23 2010, 06:08:29 UTC

Saul is not in this alleyway. He's curled up under the alleyway, in a side passage of the the grand expansive sewer system, on a dry patch of concrete. He's asleep, or he was, until several panicked rats come fleeing in a cascade through the sewer grate, falling and still running when they land, darting into the smallest spaces they can squeeze themselves into.

Owl, boss!
Big BIG owl!
In the alley!

Saul sits up groggily and rubs at his head. In his mind he can feel the pleading of the terrified rats to go investigate. He had asked them to keep a lookout for anything suspicious. Giant owls were certainly on that list.

He stands slowly and shoves his journal in an open pipe. It'll find him later; it always seems to. He climbs up the nearest rusty ladder and eases the manhole cover off the opening, crawls out of the sewer and replaces the cover.

He shields his eyes from the day and sure enough, there in the alley is a giant fucking owl. He hates owls. Only, it's not an owl. It's a guy, with giant barn owl wings. He sniffs the air. No ( ... )

ocptmycpt August 24 2010, 02:33:26 UTC

Jim is not a giant owl, not even a well-disguised one. Though he certainly has the wings. Why the Rift gifted him with barn owl wings, he doesn't know. He believes it'd be more fitting if he was sporting a pair of eagle or hawk wings himself, but what can you do?

Besides, he thinks, a little giddy and maybe high on endorphins his body's probably pumping out like it's going out of style for the pain, they still work the same way. He can fucking fly. Perhaps he should just try to avoid confined spaces next time. And think about placing safety nets beneath him when he jumps from fire escapes ( ... )

princerat August 24 2010, 06:12:04 UTC

Looks like the man with owl wings hasn't been hurting anybody but himself. Saul relaxes his posture now that he's reasonably sure there won't be a fight, and he comes closer, out of the darkness. The light might have a chance to catch his eyes, which are completely black like an animal's.

"No, sorry I didn't see it, but my mates did." That must've been what frightened the rats-- the huge sweeping shadow of the wings. Angels and Demons can't fly, he knows that. So unless this guy's a new breed, he's probably not a local. Which means he probably also belongs to the Tower.

He smiles back at the other man, but it's also partly a just-woke-up grimace. "Congratulations on your victory over gravity, though. I'm sure it was fucking spectacular." It sure seems to have ended spectacularly. "I think there's some medics in the Tower." He jerks his thumb at the Kashtta in case he's entirely wrong and the guy's never heard of the place. "If you can walk. You can lean on me if you need to. Or I can carry you."

ocptmycpt August 28 2010, 02:28:07 UTC

Jim raises his eyebrows at the mention of the man's friends, focusing his gaze beyond the guy's shoulder inquisitively. He doesn't see anybody, but maybe they ran off. It isn't everyday someone pitches themselves from a fire escape in an attempt to fly a flying practice run. Besides, with most of the skin scrapped off his entire right side, he isn't about to argue with the guy ( ... )