[Presented without context, a scene from somewhere in Xanadu.]
Whee!
( Video clip of a flying snake behind the cut )
Whee!
( Video clip of a flying snake behind the cut )
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what I want to know is, when I'm asleep, - August 19th, 2012
do I really remember how to fly?
19 August 2012 @ 01:59 pm
[ the video just starts off with a feed of a peaceful scene with white fluffy clouds, a blue sky, and a quiet humming in the background. there's some sounds of movement and the camera angle becomes all skewed and eventually the device falls to the ground revealing one Kururu standing on the very tips of the ledge of a roof. ]
It must be nice to be able to fly.
(ooc; cursed and will be majorly distracted )
It must be nice to be able to fly.
(ooc; cursed and will be majorly distracted )
19 August 2012 @ 02:39 pm
I-I've been meaning to ask... [He fidgets a bit.] W-well, that is... I have Noticed that there is this Ticking sound.
[And now that the subject is out there, he grows more determined that people should Know that this is something that should be addressed.]
And I've been Thinking... that maybe we should Find it so as to make it stop. T-ticking, that is...
[He blinks suddenly, thinking that maybe some people might Like the ticking.]
U-unless m-maybe w-we could ask it to tick Someplace else?
[Hopefully, someone braver will volunteer.]
[And now that the subject is out there, he grows more determined that people should Know that this is something that should be addressed.]
And I've been Thinking... that maybe we should Find it so as to make it stop. T-ticking, that is...
[He blinks suddenly, thinking that maybe some people might Like the ticking.]
U-unless m-maybe w-we could ask it to tick Someplace else?
[Hopefully, someone braver will volunteer.]
19 August 2012 @ 03:28 pm
[The visualized silent want speaks volumes. Picture's angle, however, makes it clear he's still very much in control of himself.]
19 August 2012 @ 05:24 pm
[ Daylight is too harsh for Berthier, if she is entirely honest. She spends most of her time out in the streets hiding beneath a parasol, fair-skinned and fair-haired, large blue eyes with pupils contracted down to pinpricks. She's meant for somewhere darker, the very edge of the solar system where it's always cold and the sun does not reach.
The nighttime is better. The air is cooler and it is much easier for her to see without squinting against that hateful daystar. The more distant stars, tiny pricks of subdued light are better appreciated, and this city has nowhere near the light pollution of central Tokyo. She appreciates that.
Tonight, she is appreciating it from above the rooftops. A lithe figure flitting overhead, jewels glittering at her ears and silver hair a liquid sheen in the low light. It's not the first time that she's explored the City from above, but it's the first time she hasn't gone out to spy.
...At least not on purpose. ]
The nighttime is better. The air is cooler and it is much easier for her to see without squinting against that hateful daystar. The more distant stars, tiny pricks of subdued light are better appreciated, and this city has nowhere near the light pollution of central Tokyo. She appreciates that.
Tonight, she is appreciating it from above the rooftops. A lithe figure flitting overhead, jewels glittering at her ears and silver hair a liquid sheen in the low light. It's not the first time that she's explored the City from above, but it's the first time she hasn't gone out to spy.
...At least not on purpose. ]
19 August 2012 @ 05:26 pm
[Open Action]
[Like many other citizens today, Rosella's been struck with the urge to fly, but thankfully, rather than taking to the rooftops, she's chosen a slightly...alternative method of attempting to spread her wings. Which is why she's currently zipping around the City proper on her Rollerblades, skirts caught up and braids streaming behind her as she enjoys the feeling of wind in her face.
At the moment, she's in the vicinity of the Library, making wide circles to pick up speed, and then at last she veers off, hurtling up the ramp, speeding along the entry--
--and finally, jumping off the steps in a flying leap.
She lands, wobbles, coasts--and then she's off again, laughing, looking for something else to give her that exquisite feeling of flying.]
[OOC: Video pictured is for reference only; there's no way she's actually jumping two flights of steps and surviving. She will, however, be leaping off stairs and porches all over the City today, so feel free to encounter her anywhere!]
[Like many other citizens today, Rosella's been struck with the urge to fly, but thankfully, rather than taking to the rooftops, she's chosen a slightly...alternative method of attempting to spread her wings. Which is why she's currently zipping around the City proper on her Rollerblades, skirts caught up and braids streaming behind her as she enjoys the feeling of wind in her face.
At the moment, she's in the vicinity of the Library, making wide circles to pick up speed, and then at last she veers off, hurtling up the ramp, speeding along the entry--
--and finally, jumping off the steps in a flying leap.
She lands, wobbles, coasts--and then she's off again, laughing, looking for something else to give her that exquisite feeling of flying.]
[OOC: Video pictured is for reference only; there's no way she's actually jumping two flights of steps and surviving. She will, however, be leaping off stairs and porches all over the City today, so feel free to encounter her anywhere!]
[It's already dark, almost midnight when this video starts. There's a wire between the Warehouse and Building Three, suspended from the roof. Saya's boots are just visible in the video, high heeled and clearly belonging to no one else.
There's the sound of wind, too, as she steps out, heel on the wire. She doesn't step all the way so her weight is on it. Just part of the way.]
It's not enough.
There's the sound of wind, too, as she steps out, heel on the wire. She doesn't step all the way so her weight is on it. Just part of the way.]
It's not enough.
19 August 2012 @ 09:57 pm
[ There's not much by way of audio; there's only the sound of air cutting, wind blowing as Orca flies, just as he had when he first entered this city. However, he's doing more than falling this time; he flips in the air, twisting his body fluidly as he lands on the building where the PCD is strategically placed. He takes his time making his way over to the device, but instead of rollerblading there, he's casually adding jumps and flips as he skirts on the surface of the roof briefly before returning to the air. It's clear what this is: he's showing off to those who can't do what he can do, strutting his stuff before the flightless world.
When he finally lands in front of the camera, he's smiling, hair falling into perfect place. ]
I like the ocean better, but the sky is nice, too. This is so much fun! It's too bad not everyone can do this, huh? [ He gives a sigh, as if it's a terrible shame, before his lips curl into a devious smile. ]
But, maybe the ones with the means to fly could help others. I'm not against it! I'll help you fly, if you want! And reach higher than you've ever gone before!
Don't you want to touch the sky?
When he finally lands in front of the camera, he's smiling, hair falling into perfect place. ]
I like the ocean better, but the sky is nice, too. This is so much fun! It's too bad not everyone can do this, huh? [ He gives a sigh, as if it's a terrible shame, before his lips curl into a devious smile. ]
But, maybe the ones with the means to fly could help others. I'm not against it! I'll help you fly, if you want! And reach higher than you've ever gone before!
Don't you want to touch the sky?