Melissa: Delighted to meet you, Mr Igno. -leans on her cane- Since you used those...choice of words, you've been in a similar circumstance yourself...?
Croire: Er, t-thanks...n-not planning on going back until I-I find out if others are h-here or not...and e-even then, considering it was an A-Araga...I-I mean, it might...be hard recreating t-the means getting back. Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.
Melissa: What? Scales and a tail like that aren't...like clothes. Unless you glue them to your skin or something, but that's even worse. ...You're not an Aragami, so unless you evolve or mutate, I don't see how that...works. -is understandably perplexed-
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.-Mikhail thinks for a bit-
Mikhail: I would say about two metres. Five if you don't like being hit with wind.
-The pilot straps his helmet on and heads towards his vehicle's cockpit-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-Closing the cockpit, Mikhail's fighter whines as its thrusters come to life-
-the vehicles rises off the ground thanks to what appear to be a few smaller jets mounted in the bottom of the body-
-it proceeds to scoot out of the ditch it dug, before extending landing gear and landing conventionally-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

Bromlin: Hey, it's not often we get to see birds like that.
... Then again, I might be biased >.>
Igno: Oh, right, I'm Igno
edited 8th Apr '17 2:25:12 PM by FokiasTheJester