Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170616114550/@comment-30700719-20170621223340

I jerk back from the bulletproof glass. "What the...Claire?! N-no...you're supposed to be dead! I pulled the trigger! The Trieste self-destructed! How are you alive? There's no way..." I curl up as much as I can in the enclosed cockpit, hands in front of my face. "There's no fucking way...this can't be real!" My voice sounds rather on edge, which is appropriate, because I killed her. Shortly after, the entire Trieste exploded, including the nuclear reactor. The ship had been vaporised. And yet, here she is, in all her annoying persistency...

As my hands left the throttle, momentum combined with nullified gravity sent the Rauser floating forward towards the ocean, in a slight arc. Prompted by the lack of manoeuvring, fliers swarmed the hull and wings of the Rauser, to the point of obscuring it. Not a patch of sepia metal could be seen, save for the engine.

"Ah!" Momma's hand releases the whip, getting hot and starting to throb. "Do we have a sniper somewhere? Griffons, seek out the marksman! Dispose of him as you wish." The Griffon leader makes a hand signal, and they sweep out in an ever-growing circle, searching for a human with their innate ability.