Pilots, indeed. -- The Den

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Date Posted: 18:44:41 03/15/06 Wed
Author: Majhiik Endiosa
Subject: Pilots, indeed.
In reply to: The Five Deaths 's message, "Tsuh. Pilots." on 19:44:45 03/14/06 Tue

'Why are you doing this?,' she asked, pain in her huge green eyes.

Majhiik rested a hand on his eldest daughter's head, his long fingers trailing silently through her headfur. Her lower lip quivered and she took a step closer to him, reaching to grab his leanly muscled arm. For a long moment, there was quiet, soft emerald meeting steel blue. The air crackled with feelings - sadness bordering on despair, an overwhelming sense of responsibility, and a love that only a father and daughter can share.

She submitted to the intensity in his eyes and released his arm. In turn, he began to stroke her sunrise-coloured mane, then pulled her into his chest, free arm rising to lock her in a tight and fierce hug. 'Meriel.. I can't tell you. But I'll return, I promise.' The lie glittered for a fraction of a second in his eyes, but he quashed the guilt, for it seemed to comfort her.

Majhiik withdrew his arms and took a step away from her. At first it seemed the blue vygun was ready to follow him, leaning forward onto her toes.. but she settled back onto her heels soon after, bowing her head submissively. 'Well.. I guess that's just the way it goes, isn't it, father?'

He attempted a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. 'Yes, Meriel. It is. Good bye.' The male turned, spines flattening in a wave as a thrill of confusion creeps through him. He swept down the corridor that his daughter had stopped him in on his way out of the Fleet complex, disappearing around a corner.

In truth, he had told two lies that night.

Majhiik isn't entirely sure of what he's doing, though he knows he must be confident. Two six-fingered hands clench the handle of the makeshift cart, and moments later..

.. the vygun and the wheelbarrow come tumbling into the deathly silence of the Den.

He had taken it at a full run lest it snap closed on him or something equeally dismal - clearly he knows nothing about opening and traveling in portals, though he had, naturally, practiced before he had come.

The front wheel of the cart bumps and rattles over the bloody ground, and the golden vygun twists a little to make sure the heavy thing doesn't tip over. He moves forward a few more paces, tail snapping to one side and fin folding tightly down, and lets the portal fall closed. The room goes black and he inhales sharply, eyes going wide to scrape for any light possible. He didn't think that it would be quite so severe.. though, now that he thinks again, he curses himself for not predicting it.

Setting the wheelbarrow down so it stands alone, he swings his pack off his spiny back and kneels carefully upon the ground, lank hands riffling through his belongings.. a-ha. Though he didn't predict such dank surroundings, he did come prepared.

From the pack he procures a sort of headset - a strap goes around his forehead and the back of his skull, under his floppy ears. Another goes over the top of his head, flattening the headfur in a mildly uncomfortable manner. A little light is set in the front, which he flicks on, filling the area around him with a little globe of light. It doesn't help very much. The vygun rolls back to his feet with a frown, picking up the wheelbarrow and starting off in a random direction. In a few moments he calls softly out, voice ringing loudly in the silence.

'Anyone here?'

An overwhelming sense of loneliness fills him.

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Replies:

This mean the gang's all here? -- Tunder, 11:11:33 03/16/06 Thu
- What the heck do we care, what the heck do we care.... oh. We do care. That's why we're here! XD -- TFD, 21:37:46 03/17/06 Fri
  - ... -- Redan, 14:19:00 03/23/06 Thu
    - ...riiiight. -- Januya, 07:42:05 03/24/06 Fri
      - Old soldiers thrown into another war.. -- Majhiiik Endiosa, 18:32:39 03/24/06 Fri
        Oh it's totally my turn, isn't it? -- Tunder, 15:08:00 03/26/06 Sun
        Mm-hmm. And now it's mine. -- The Five Deaths, 19:52:50 03/26/06 Sun
        Sidifir oerri. Close enough. =3 -- Januya, 08:00:22 03/28/06 Tue
        ... -- Redan, 13:28:58 04/04/06 Tue
        Short and sloppy, I apologise. -- Majhiik Endiosa, 13:11:14 04/08/06 Sat
        Oh, the arrogance. -- Januya, 16:57:58 04/13/06 Thu
        *frowl* -- The Five Deaths, 19:25:33 04/13/06 Thu
        (( S'all good. XD. I got 0wned! )) -- Januya, 14:12:56 04/14/06 Fri
        ... -- Redan, 19:55:37 04/15/06 Sat
        Hmph. -- Majhiik Endiosa, 12:07:06 04/24/06 Mon
        Wheeee hyper! -- TFD, 20:49:25 04/24/06 Mon