Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26545936-20180604200157/@comment-30700719-20180605223720

The flying machine roars overhead again, almost like it knew of Faida's presence, and sought her out...

 "Oh, really? Well, let's give the newcomer a warm welcome, shall we?"  "Yeah, yeah." I pitch the aircraft down towards the ground, sweeping it up again to land as a tailsitter aircraft.

A man with a sepia brown uniform jumps down from the cockpit and stretches for a few seconds before looking around with interest. Raising his right wrist, he purposefully taps out an instruction on the circle of black metal seemingly (and seamlessly) embedded into his wrist. "Alright, in this direction...no? Huh."