[they're totally speechless, this whole thing is crazy]
Yeah! Holy crap. [they're also clinging to vax with white knuckles, because even if it isn't real, it's still fucking terrifying. in a good way.] Man, do you get to do this all the time?
Yeah. [ maybe even more, now. he's gonna just take bass on a big, wide circle around whitestone castle, wings open wide to catch the drift from the wind. ]
Used to have a time limit. Nowadays, not so much. [ oh to be a celestial ] Missed it, here. 'm glad this place is around.
[ and also that he doesn't have to just rely on a duel to the death to be able to fly all the time now? thanks ]
[ it's very genuine - there's a sense of familial warmth to his emotions, affection for bass. he'll finally slow down a little with that, letting bass half dangle, though his hands never slip. ]
Place is powered by your imagination, you know. Bet you could get a pair if you tried. [ wings, that is! ]
Maybe. Thing's just an illusion, so, what've you got to lose?
[ the mischievous warmth in his voice carries over in his emotions, but there's a sense of bravery, too - bass can probably feel the adrenaline, vax's utter fearlessness. the kind of person who lives for a near death experience. ]
there's a pause, and then - they echo that bravery. a burst of adrenaline, no thinking, just - go. just do it. this is the sort of thing that drives riff nuts, but he's not thinking about that now.
instead, he grins, and glances up at vax. he wiggles free! and starts to fall.
and he goes, and goes, drops and drops, and it's just a touch too close before suddenly a vibrant splash of color, bright searing yellow, bursts from his back. wings appear, and he avoids the ground entirely, whooping.]
[laughing, he tries to like - arrange himself a bit, figuring out how to fly with these things. and then, after a minute, like a kid learning how to do a flip underwater, he clumsily zooms forward and does a really lopsided flip.
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Yeah! Holy crap. [they're also clinging to vax with white knuckles, because even if it isn't real, it's still fucking terrifying. in a good way.] Man, do you get to do this all the time?
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Used to have a time limit. Nowadays, not so much. [ oh to be a celestial ] Missed it, here. 'm glad this place is around.
[ and also that he doesn't have to just rely on a duel to the death to be able to fly all the time now? thanks ]
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Thanks.
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[ it's very genuine - there's a sense of familial warmth to his emotions, affection for bass. he'll finally slow down a little with that, letting bass half dangle, though his hands never slip. ]
Place is powered by your imagination, you know. Bet you could get a pair if you tried. [ wings, that is! ]
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True... [a beat.] Kinda afraid I'll splat, but maybe I can try it out.
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anyway ]
Maybe. Thing's just an illusion, so, what've you got to lose?
[ the mischievous warmth in his voice carries over in his emotions, but there's a sense of bravery, too - bass can probably feel the adrenaline, vax's utter fearlessness. the kind of person who lives for a near death experience. ]
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there's a pause, and then - they echo that bravery. a burst of adrenaline, no thinking, just - go. just do it. this is the sort of thing that drives riff nuts, but he's not thinking about that now.
instead, he grins, and glances up at vax. he wiggles free! and starts to fall.
and he goes, and goes, drops and drops, and it's just a touch too close before suddenly a vibrant splash of color, bright searing yellow, bursts from his back. wings appear, and he avoids the ground entirely, whooping.]
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Do a flip!
[ just a couple of stupid adrenaline junkies now with wings ]
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lord. at least he's having fun with it.]