Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27736349-20170313020704/@comment-29564364-20170320214958

As the Thunderbird flies away, a pale figure in atypical clothes catches up to the her.

???: "That's a nice box, you have there."

Startled, she throws a lightning towards the stranger, who nimbly dodges it.

Thunderbird: "Wh-who are you!? How are you-"

???: "Flying? It would be too long to explain and you wouldn't understand the least bit. Allow me to introduce myself: I am Alpha-493. And you?"

Thunderbird: "It doesn't matter who I am. Listen, whoever you are, I don't have time to talk with you. I have more important things to do."

Me: "Like what? Stealing?"

Thunderbird: "I didn't steal this package. I'm delivering it."

Me: "*chuckles* I saw everything, you know?"

Thunderbird: "What do you intend to do? Take it back? If so, I'm sorry, but I won't let you."

Me: "Who said it was my intention?"

She loses speed as she feels the box getting heavier.

Thunderbird: "Ugh! I don't recall it being that heavy..."

She rises her gaze at me.

Thunderbird: "You! You're doing this, aren't you?"

Me: "I have no idea what you're talking about."

The crate gains some more weight, forcing her to an halt.

Thunderbird: "Stop it! Now!"

Me: "You know, taking what isn't yours is bad."

Thunderbird: "Alright, then. I'll just have to get rid of you."

She charges her body with electricity, ready to send another discharge my way, but her attack is disrupted by a few additional pounds between her talons, and she slowly begins losing altitude.

Me: "And lying to cover it up makes it even worse."

All her concentration being in keeping herself in the air, she doesn't answer. This continues for a minute or two, until she touches the ground. She keeps trying to pick up her loot for a couple seconds, but seeing the futility of her efforts, she gives up and crumbles. I land next to the panting harpy.

Me: "As I said, earlier. I'm not here to take it back, I'll just have you abandon it. Then I'll find it laying on the ground and find back to its owner, so basically, take it back."

Thunderbird: "Damn you! *pant* I won't... *pant*"

Me: "What? I couldn't hear."

She gets up, shaky and exhausted.

Thunderbird: "I said... *pant* I won't forget this!"

Me: "Well later then."

She growls in anger before disappearing among the trees on foot, too tired to take flight. I effortlessly pick up the wooden crate and head back the way we came.

(Feel free to name the Thunderbird.)