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[mad_dog_maguire]

The roaring of two Bristol Hercules engines is kind of hard to miss.

More so when in comparison with the relative silence of the Milliways wilderness.

The speck, at least, initially, is easy to miss.

However, as it grows into a very clearly distinguishable plane, well. Not so much.

As it happens, the stretch of land that said plane is heading towards

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[hatchingviper]

"Ryan, what the hell are you doing."

You can tell when Deitmar is upset because he quits with inflections or emotional hints at all. That could have been delivered by an android.

Instead, it was delivered by a skinny kid in black with loose brown hair and blue eyes.*

*Okay, his eyes look very strange when the light catches them right, because they are slitted yellow eyes that reflect light red and he's just put colored contacts over them. Play along.

[mad_dog_maguire]

It's a rather odd kind of delivery, really, as far as Maguire's concerned.

"Landing my plane," are the first words out of his mouth, never mind that he's being called by the wrong name.

(The first hint that he's not Ryan ought to be the Irish lilt to his words.)

[hatchingviper]

That's actually the second hint if we operate on the theory that Captain Ryan has not once again completely lost his marbles! Fortunately, the brand new accent and the fact that Ryan could not have acquired an entire plane in the few days it's been since Wesker saw him inform Deitmar he is not, in fact, dealing with his lunatic housemate. He unfreezes a bit.

"That," Deitmar says, picking a piece of mud from his hair, "was a successful landing." Having damned it with faint praise, he surveys the plane and pilot again.

[mad_dog_maguire]

This is true.

"I should say so," Maguire replies, without the faintest hint of modesty. (You can practically see the bright red feathers on his chest.)

"And if you'd be so kind as to tell where exactly I happened to have landed, I would be much obliged."

[captainryan]

'Loud' is definitely the first thing that comes to mind, particularly when someone has sensitive hearing. Ryan watches the plane a bit sourly but he has to admit he's curious. So far as he knows, no one's arrived to the bar in this fashion.

Of course, then he sees the pilot.

And stares.

[mad_dog_maguire]

The best way to describe the look now on Maguire's face would probably be: "WHAT, NO. WHAT IS THAT." He immediately takes one step back, knees bent almost as if in preparation to run far, far away from all sorts of brain-breaking hijinks.

Of course, we all know better.

All in all, though, it seems the staring is mutual.

[captainryan]

Ryan's holding very still for the moment, trying to get his brain back on track. His head's thrust forward a bit as he intently studies the man in front of him. It's like looking in a fun house mirror. This man isn't that much older than he is, a few more lines in his face, greying hair.

(Is that what he smelled like before he got bit?)

Finally, Ryan tilts his head in an extremely canine manner.

"I hadn't expected this," he says in his smooth British accent.

[mad_dog_maguire]

The scrutiny is unsettling. This sort of look has generally provoked a, "And what do you think you're gawking at?" on Maguire's part, but it hardly seems appropriate.

And he's a Brit.

This is cause for a faint frown. Well, a slightly more skeptical look, anyway.

"You're telling me," he counters, Irish lilt a little more pronounced than usual.

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace grabbed her dog's collar as soon as she heard the engines, knowing that her dog has this unique gift for running in the exact wrong direction.

She's forgotten to let go.

Good grief. She hasn't seen one of those in ages.

[mad_dog_maguire]

It's a beautiful plane, really, in the I-have-been-through-everything way.

Ace is given a rather cheerful grin and a slight wave as the helmet and goggles are tossed back into the plane.

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace really appreciates sturdiness. She tends not to be too gentle with her toys.

And, hey, cheerful strangers is a nice change. She's gotten grumped at entirely too many times lately.

"I do not envy your takeoff." She notes, with a cheerful grin in return. "Nice landin' though. I never got the hang of horizons."

[mad_dog_maguire]

"I know there's been complainin' when it comes to managing the weight, but it's not too bad. As for landings, it's easier when your snowy mountain range doesn't suddenly turn grassy."

He nods, glancing once back at the plane.

"Nothing t' beat flyin', though. Hobby or profession?"

[aimedforthemoon]

[ooc:...I HAD to get a migraine when he was being EPed. HAD to]

Esfir is the very picture of...the very picture of...

Well, a tiny, beautiful young Russian woman, to be honest, even if she is wearing pants that, strictly speaking, she probably shouldn't if she was aiming for conservative (despite everything, she is from 1965 - even her uniform has a skirt.)

Still, she's standing at ease from eight years in the military, and her eyes are sharp and knowing they glance over the plane.

There is, really, only one response she can offer.

"Nice plane, comrade."

[mad_dog_maguire]

The look in her eyes gives him enough to fill a book, and the smile that's quick to his face should tell her that. As for her attire, 'conservative' is a term that has never held much stock with Maguire.

Patting the side of the plane, he grins, his own stance at ease. "My girl," he says fondly, pride clear on his features. "Kept me through the second war and more. Hasn't failed me once."

By which he means that he hasn't died. He bears an impressive set of scars, nothing perhaps too noticable, but there nonetheless. There are risks to being a pilot, especially during a war.

[aimedforthemoon]

Being a curious little girl during a war isn't a good idea, either, which explains the scars on her arms. Still, Esfir grins at him.

"Even to the end of the world."

(Accent? So very Russian. But the 'comrade' would have given that away)

[mad_dog_maguire]

His own accent is Irish, toned down only in the slightest after serving in the French Foreign Legion.

"End of the world, eh?" he asks.

He seems a little incredulous, but ready to listen. He's seen enough off stunts in his time.