Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190218061847/@comment-29564364-20190719204106

(I guess now's as good a time as ever to introduce my character.

Alex: Yes! Viva la introduction!)

Beyond the walls of Ivorysteb, a young man wings over the fields aboard a very minimal aircraft whose unusual shape* could be mistaken for a large bird or dragon in the darkness of the night. "Ah..." He sighs as he leans back against his backpack that served as the seat's backrest and pulls two big metal boots out of the cockpit that he rests over the dashboard, feet crossed. "Beautiful scenery, the wind in my face... If this is what freedom feels like, I never wanna get back down."

"While this is much preferable to being stuck underground, I would strongly advise against it as you only have less than an hour of power remaining." A disembodied voice notes, causing the pilot to look at a timer displayed on the back of his gauntlet that showed exactly 47 minutes and 13 seconds.

"Holy shit, you're right!”

”As has been the case for the last two hours.”

“Alright, this far should be enough to be considered a successful test run. Let's land, spend the night in that city over there, then head back to the workshop tomorrow." He retracts his legs and looks around for a suitable place to land. "Ah, shit... I just now realized I've no idea how to land this thing. I guess I'll have to learn... on the fly."

"I suppose that is a considerable issue." the voice responds, not acknowledging the wordplay that was just made.

"That pun just flew right over your head, didn't it?"

"That might have been the case if I had a head to begin with."

"It was a pun. It wasn't mean to be...” his voice devolves into mumbling as he quickly gives up on explaining the pun to the oblivious spirit. ”You know what? Never mind. I think I got it figured out. I'll fly low to make the landing as smooth as possible." he explains.

"That is a terrible idea. Our speed would increase to levels beyond any reasonable attempt at landing." it protests.

"Do you think I don't know that? But if we glide down, I'll run out of power before we land and you can kiss goodbye to your grand adventure around the world until another broken cyborg from another world finds you." He pushes the cockpit's only lever, causing the contraption to dive, then pulls it all the way back before releasing it in order to level the plane. "Put the propeller in reverse! Put it in reverse!" he screams at his copilot.

"I am trying to, but the air flow is too strong! It will not slow down, let alone reverse!" it answers as electric arcs along the propulsion mechanism grow bigger, brighter and louder, until one sets the wooden frame on fire. "I told you this was a terrible idea!"

"Okay, plan B: I pull up then we jump. Pulling up will slow us down and give us enough height to not crash into the city wall." He pulls the lever again, and the plane tilts back. The spirit powers the propeller once again as the guards posted on the wall dive out of the way of the flaming aircraft flying at them at dangerous speeds. The rudimentary plane barely climbs above the wall, breaking its landing gears off against the parapets.

"Well... You can forget landing without landing gears." it snickers.

Among the crackling of fire and electricity, a loud snap is heard and the pitch rudder breaks loose, sending the plane toward another dive which incites panic among the onlookers below.

"Plan C:" the pilot announces, grabbing the fist-sized plasma ball from its socket in the dashboard and inserts it in a similar socket in his chest, "we jump! But first, give me a Gust Bomb." A hatch on the right side of his backpack opens and a spherical gem covered in magical inscriptions comes rolling down a rail that he catches, then jumps, leaving it in the plane. Seconds later, a powerful blast of air blows the prototype to smithereens, extinguishing the flames in the process. Meanwhile, the young inventor in free fall attempts to control his descent by firing bursts of Spirit Energy from the two rockets on either sides of his boots. His attempt was semi-successful as he missed the sloped roof he was aiming for in order to break his fall and crashed through the Crimson Brew's roof, relatively unharmed thanks to the softness of a bed.

(*assuming that the airships in the setting are blimp-like)

[Done]

(Alex: How's that for a first introduction ever?

Alpha: I should be jealous that it wasn't me, but I can't help but be awed before such fine spectacle. *sheds single tear*)