Calm wind floods the fields and scatters the blue from the trees, the morning dew glistening on the grass as Roux dropped from a branch, thudding heavily against the dirt, a mechanical screeching sound starting above him. Earlier in the week, he had promised a novice zoologist that he’d aid his study of night-time habits of grimm in Finnek Forest. To that end, he had spent the past few mornings setting up surveillance cameras all over the forest. Putting both hand together around his mouth, he breathes in deep…
“Hey, Francis, that should be the last of them! Anything else you need me to do?”
The camera pauses a moment, focusing on Roux returning the stare before creaking quickly from side to side. Nodding his acknowledgement at the camera, he sets off to find a new job to handle as the camera resumes its screeching. Roux’s ears pricked up and his eyes sharpened as a distant howl echoed through the forest, sending startled birds flying off overhead. Planting his feet squarely into the dirt, he reaches back for his sword, priming to strike at whatever Grimm dared approach. A moment passed, then three, nothing coming of it beyond the occasional screech and the smell of smoke. Wait, smoke? It was only then that Roux notices that the roar had not died down, but is actually getting louder, as if to be quickly approaching, punctuating with a scrap of metal spinning into the ground, nearly skewering through him. His gaze went wild, zipping around to locate the source, finally looking overhead to see the pearly white airship crashing down to the ground, two of its turbines burst into flame. An explosion came as Roux prepared to take flight, sending larger chunks and pieces crashing towards the ground; one such chunk happened to be one of the passengers, limply plummeted down, wrapped in a fading trail of smoke. Crap baskets, need to move!
Roux leaps forth, a pair of flaming wings sprouting onto his back before he bursts through the height of the forest, dodging over, under, and around the incoming debris. Tracking the passenger’s fall, Roux descends lower and lower until he started to graze then brush the forest again. Catching his target just before his wings go out, the two of them cannonball through the twigs and branches into a small clearing, trailing heavily into the mud before rolling off the excess momentum. Pained groans and dizzied steps are all that come from Roux the next while as he struggles to regain his footing, checking his sword and his helmet for scratches, finding three on the side and the glass cracked all throughout.
“Galloping goliaths, that’s going to hurt next week. Hey, are you alright?”
Shaking pain and stagger from her mind, she stood, unfastening her helmet, letting flow the long locks of glittery cyan hair, immediately smelling of lavender covering up a faint trace of alcohol and vomit. For a moment, she pondered his query, eyeing him warily before bursting forth with a face part way through anger and terror, appearing almost comical with all the mud slathered across her form.
"Alright!? I just got tackled into the woods after falling from the sky after having my plane" Leaning in low, she hushes her tone, as if speaking to a toddler. “So, when you ask me ‘are you alright?’ my only response to you, considering all that, is ‘OF COURSE I’M NOT BLOODY ALRIGHT, YA SODDIN’ DOLT!”
“Hey, Francis, that should be the last of them! Anything else you need me to do?”
The camera pauses a moment, focusing on Roux returning the stare before creaking quickly from side to side. Nodding his acknowledgement at the camera, he sets off to find a new job to handle as the camera resumes its screeching. Roux’s ears pricked up and his eyes sharpened as a distant howl echoed through the forest, sending startled birds flying off overhead. Planting his feet squarely into the dirt, he reaches back for his sword, priming to strike at whatever Grimm dared approach. A moment passed, then three, nothing coming of it beyond the occasional screech and the smell of smoke. Wait, smoke? It was only then that Roux notices that the roar had not died down, but is actually getting louder, as if to be quickly approaching, punctuating with a scrap of metal spinning into the ground, nearly skewering through him. His gaze went wild, zipping around to locate the source, finally looking overhead to see the pearly white airship crashing down to the ground, two of its turbines burst into flame. An explosion came as Roux prepared to take flight, sending larger chunks and pieces crashing towards the ground; one such chunk happened to be one of the passengers, limply plummeted down, wrapped in a fading trail of smoke. Crap baskets, need to move!
Roux leaps forth, a pair of flaming wings sprouting onto his back before he bursts through the height of the forest, dodging over, under, and around the incoming debris. Tracking the passenger’s fall, Roux descends lower and lower until he started to graze then brush the forest again. Catching his target just before his wings go out, the two of them cannonball through the twigs and branches into a small clearing, trailing heavily into the mud before rolling off the excess momentum. Pained groans and dizzied steps are all that come from Roux the next while as he struggles to regain his footing, checking his sword and his helmet for scratches, finding three on the side and the glass cracked all throughout.
“Galloping goliaths, that’s going to hurt next week. Hey, are you alright?”
Shaking pain and stagger from her mind, she stood, unfastening her helmet, letting flow the long locks of glittery cyan hair, immediately smelling of lavender covering up a faint trace of alcohol and vomit. For a moment, she pondered his query, eyeing him warily before bursting forth with a face part way through anger and terror, appearing almost comical with all the mud slathered across her form.
"Alright!? I just got tackled into the woods after falling from the sky after having my plane" Leaning in low, she hushes her tone, as if speaking to a toddler. “So, when you ask me ‘are you alright?’ my only response to you, considering all that, is ‘OF COURSE I’M NOT BLOODY ALRIGHT, YA SODDIN’ DOLT!”
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