(it's gonna rain tonight)

[idolpro]

Who: :)
Where: Game Tower
When: Day 503, evening

[ wuh woh!!! time for a game!!! ]

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[bondsofsuffering]

If you don't want to slam head-first into pavement at a high speed, yes.

[A pause. And then:]

Say, what do you think of flying?

[deadlynadder]

[ She'll keep that in mind, but balance is thankfully one thing she does have. ]

Funny, you're not the only one who's asked me something like that. [ Said wryly, but not angrily. She no doubt has a clue as to why, but she doesn't linger on it as she answers readily: ] I love it. But I hope I would, it'd be terrible to have a dragon and hate it.

[bondsofsuffering]

Oh good, that will make this trip even faster. Well, hang on!

[And once she is, he'll get it going, driving - for now - on the streets to gain speed. Fortunately the lack of populace means speed isn't always accompanied by recklessness.]

[deadlynadder]

[ He doesn't have to tell her twice. The buildings fly by in a flurry of grays with splashes of color - It's disorientating in its own way, but she focuses ahead and on the road before them before asking: ]

You're not telling me there's a snow mountain in this city.

[ There's! No way. At least the dorms have whatever weird magic attached. She'll still not understand it. It'll be a while yet to get used to it, probably.]

[bondsofsuffering]

You're right, I haven't actually said that!

[Once they hit a nice speed, he hits some kind of lever or button on the motorcycle - the front wheel slowly angling upwards, the rear wheel following soon after for a smooth ascent into the sky, aiming to get above most the sky scrapers before he levels it out again.

It's probably not too similar to a dragon, all things considered. The regular and consistent movements of a machine are far cry from a living creature. Still, it's invigorating in its own way, and Izanagi seems to be enjoying the ride too.]

[deadlynadder]

[ She makes a face at the once more cryptic answer but stays mum with a roll of her eyes. ]

[ But she won't lie that she has a quiet, audible gasp at the sudden turn towards flight. Why can everyone else fly she's jealous - Maybe it's not the same, but it's still flying. ]

Woah.

[bondsofsuffering]

[There's the reaction he was looking for.]

Pretty cool, huh?

[He'll coast over the tops of the skyscrapers, using this opportunity to cut straight towards his destination without having to worry about roads or traffic.]

[deadlynadder]

It's not bad.

[ She agrees, but doesn't want to give it to him too easily. It's the second trip in the sky she's had since arriving here and she's not fool enough to fail to realize how comfortable flying is - Or how it feels right. But then she remembers Stormfly if flying very little, it makes sense. ]

[ Still, the mass of buildings they fly past in grays and surprising colors is different. ]

The view really is better from up here, huh?

[bondsofsuffering]

It sure is. I'd take us higher, but the snowboarding place closes during the nights, so it's better to get there with plenty of daylight. You'll just have to catch me some other time, or ask someone else to take you.

[deadlynadder]

It's fine - It's not the first time I've been flying here.

[ Then wry with a mostly good humored roll of her eyes: ] Honestly, I'm a little jealous so many people apparently can.

[bondsofsuffering]

In my case I had to get someone from future is now to modify my motorcycle. It was a gift from him before he graduated, so I wouldn't even know who to ask nowadays.

[deadlynadder]

The motorcycle or the flying? Because if it's the latter couldn't you see about asking someone else...?

[bondsofsuffering]

They should all have the ability in theory, but it isn't like our healing. If they don't know what materials to use, they won't be able to make anything useful. And all the members I used to know have left since then, so I don't even know much about the people on the unit these days.

[deadlynadder]

Sounds complicated. [ And she's glad she's not there given she doesn't know most of the technology here ] Guess it's a good thing you've already got what you want.

[bondsofsuffering]

Pretty much! Getting it was a surprise, too, but I guess he was still stinging after I won a competition with him ages ago.

[deadlynadder]

Wait so you won and they... eventually gave you something? Are you sure it wasn't a bribr?

[bondsofsuffering]

Technically he owed me a favor for winning, but since I hadn't cashed out before it was time for him to go, he let me ask for one free commission instead.

[deadlynadder]

Well, that's pretty conveniently a good thing for you at least... [ Hmm. ]

Still not as good a flight as Stormfly. But not bad.

[bondsofsuffering]

It's kind of tough to compete with a living, breathing creature you can connect with I'm sure.

[deadlynadder]

True, but the point remains. [ Stormfly superiority. But she turns her attention downwards and outwards before asking: ] Are we getting closer to your destination?

[ She's looking for snowy mountains. ]

[bondsofsuffering]

Patience! We're making good time.

[As a matter of fact, he'll begin smoothly descending - a certain building standing out among the rest up ahead.]

[deadlynadder]

I'm not exactly the most patient person when I don't know where we're going.

[ Which! The building gives her no reason to believe it's a snowy mountain... Or pretending to be one. So she's still looking :( ]

[bondsofsuffering]

[Then she can in fact be surprised (and possibly disappointed) when that's the building they stop in front of. Once again, it's a nice and smooth halt, and he's quick to plant a foot on the ground and set the motorcycle on its stand right in front of the entrance.]

'Kay, we're here!

[deadlynadder]

[ The motorcycle lands and they get off and Astrid looks for a solid moment. But it's just as hot over here. There's no real mountain covered in snow and it's... She frowns, folding her arms. ]

What. Are you trying to pull one over on me?

[bondsofsuffering]

Nope! C'mon, you'll see.

[He gestures for her to follow, walking up to the entrance and stepping inside. And, upon crossing that threshold, right into the base of a snowy mountain.]