Flight Challenged

A Pit Roleplaying Blog

[certifiedbrawler-blog]

Mirror Match || Dark Pit

[rejicere]

Bull’s eye.

Looks like his original didn’t get any better at evading. While the white-clad angel was taking a big fall, Dark Pit began his trek over to greet him. He briefly wondered if he should feel bad for managing to land such a cheap shot but quickly decided otherwise. 

While he wasn’t ecstatic to meet up with someone else from his home world, Pit arriving at his doorstep was fairly convenient. This way, he didn’t have to bother searching by himself to satisfy Palutena’s request. With the goal of dragging Pit back to his goddess, the angel finally approached his counterpart. He couldn’t help but laugh at the other’s pathetic trashcan predicament.

"Not to bother you while you’re getting comfortable but…" He snarked before not-too-softly kicking the trashcan over on its side. "You’re really stinking up the neighborhood." Although he was being openly rude, the action wasn’t purely out of spite. Dark Pit now could reach down to grab the bottom end of the trashcan to help Pit crawl out.

"So, you gonna tell me why you’re sneaking around?"

[certifiedbrawler-blog]

Unfortunately for Pit, some things never change.

Of course it had to be a trashcan and not a wheel barrel full of hay or flowers, that would be too nice of a gift for the universe to bestow upon him. Nope, just rotten apple cores and... well, let's hope the heavens are at least somewhat benevolent. 

"I'll have you know this wasn't really all that ideal of an entrance for me either, thank you very much." He begrudgingly grabbed the angel's hand and lifted himself onto his feet, reeking of spoiled fruit. "So much for lasting without a change of clothes, ugh..."

"And I wasn't sneaking around, I was checking up on you... Stealthily!"

He was still confused as to how Pittoo caught him.

[certifiedbrawler-blog]

[ OOC: Bleh, sorry to keep you all waiting, Otakon happened and I was stuck on planes for a while. Though most people I was interacting with have gone on hiatus... ]

[doesitring-a-bel]

beginning anew

[doesitring-a-bel]

Vertically layered huh? Sounds interesting when thinking about it, though he wondered how that all worked out. After getting rid of the boars, he hoped he could ask more about the young man’s world.

Ringabel couldn’t vouch to say he was aware of anyone else from another world entirely. Pit being the only one so far. It was hard to say, lest they looked really disoriented. The idea of being from another world entirely is rather far-fetched, and would probably laughed off, now thinking about it. He would have been more aware of this notion if his and his friend’s adventure wasn’t cut short by being knocked out of course. That was a thing of the past now, he needed to venture forward….without them for now at least.

"…Delighted to meet your acquaintance, Pit. " He smiles wide, "…they call me Ringabel."

He moves a tuft of his blond hair, moving the pompadour with his gloved fingers. Too bad he didn’t have enough time to actually brush through and straighten the damn thing. It was bad enough he went in such a rush, but given the current circumstances…

"…Yeah, I suppose you could say that. " He sighs now, his shoulder now slacking, "Before awakening here, myself and my companions were knocked out by an unknown enemy. We were seperated unfortunately. "

[certifiedbrawler-blog]

"Must have been a strong boss if your entire party went down, I don't envy you." He quickly wanted to take that back once he realized how insulting it could be taken. "B-But who knows! You know what they say, fate works in strange ways, I'm sure you'll all be reunited in no time!"

Hesitating with his words, Pit made for the town entrance in order to get this quest started, with his new acquaintance hopefully right behind him. Maybe some boar slaying would make for some more conversation that didn't depress either of them, he didn't know what, but if there was a chance he could save himself from flubbing up he would gladly take it.

He assumed it'd take them maybe 'till his next turn to reply to get to the spot, only a few text posts from now, so that left enough chance to open a new topic of discussion for at least a few minutes. Think Pit think, what's something good to talk about! Don't mess this up!

"So how'd you learn to fight, Ringabel? If you're up for fighting boars I have to guess you've seen your fair share of combat outside this world."

[rhymekind-blog]

Dave ==> Mess with Cupid || { Closed }

[rhymekind-blog]

DAVE: goddess of light

DAVE: funny DAVE: i got a sister somewhere who could be called somethin similar  DAVE: maybe you two would get along 

[ You stand and stretch your legs, flexing your arms a little bit. You narrow your eyes at the gaggle of people surrounding the quest board. Ah, right. Experience and stuff. You wonder if Pit would still be of some kind of use to you; you doubt he’s a thief, anyway, so you might be able to lend each other some part-time strength regardless of his inability to fly. ]

DAVE: what class are you anyway DAVE: ive been meanin to go level grinding for awhile but DAVE: im not to stoked on the thought of going it alone 

[ Well, that’s not true. You’d love to go it alone. But the fact of the matter is, you’re still not strong enough to take care of yourself; at least not when pitted up against bigger monsters. ]

DAVE: care to kill some monsters with a complete fuckin obnoxious stranger 

[ Yep. You really know how to sell it. ]

[certifiedbrawler-blog]

Having a sister that could be called a Goddess of Light was peculiar, but the idea of there being two with that same title confused Pit enough that he simply took it as fact. Still, talking so normally about such powerful beings and their familiar life was pretty strange, he'd never get over how weird this was.

Taking two fingers he rubbed his temples. He finally understood why talking about things cross dimension was a bad idea, worlds can be very different things and the logic that applied to one could be the complete opposite on the other.

"Almost forgot that this place had a leveling system."

"I'm a warrior here which means close combat is my type of deal."

He was starting to branch out after the last brawl he found himself in, relying more on his brawn and less on his arrows certainly buffed him up in his own eyes.

"Fighting some baddies with company doesn't sound like a bad idea at all, sure beats standing around doing nothing. What's the objective you've got in mind? Difficulty level?"

[certifiedbrawler-blog]

"People always get confused when I talk about Skyworld."

"What's so hard to believe about floating islands anyway?"

[certifiedbrawler-blog]

Mirror Match || Dark Pit

[rejicere]

Call it intuition or angel senses tingling, but for some reason, Dark Pit was expecting some of a omen to come barging through his door sometime soon. Not anything deadly or anything to actually worry about, but probably another thing on his list of what to avoid. The feeling made him dread the idea of going out today.

All the same, he wasn’t going to let some irrational fear keep him cooped up. Stepping out of his apartment, the angel didn’t even get three steps out the door before he felt someone’s eyes on him. A cursory glance of his surroundings was enough for him to catch a sight of some obese dove sitting in a tree.

…Oh, scratch that.

"What are you doing..?" Dark Pit wondered to himself staring at his original, as if their super special twin connection would somehow send the message.

Wordlessly, he walked back into his apartment for a moment to grab his longbow and without any warning he accurately aimed an arrow at his lighter self. Hopefully, he’d just scare Pit out of the tree, but if he manages to land the hit well… Whoops.

[certifiedbrawler-blog]

And like that, he popped out of his apartment for a breath of fresh air only to retreat back into the darkness. It appeared that Pit's sources were right on the money, not too shabby for random rumors that he happened to hear by chance. His tensed body loosened, he truly was a ninja, unseen under the cover of the leaves.

Perhaps it would be a good idea to give the dark angel a visit? Sure they had their differences in the past but that was all behind them after the entire Hades plot had subsided, buried hatchets. While they wouldn't exactly call each other friends, they were technically brothers, two people who never really saw eye-to-eye but were close at heart. Not to mention Dark Pit had come a long way since his violent days of wanting to destroy every––SHING!

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...!"

Something had struck against his arm guard, sniping him off of the tree without any effort and sending him on a downward spiral to the ground. While the branches that he was snapping off with his body did slow his fall they didn't do much to make the ride down any more comfortable. Luckily, he didn't end up as a splat on the ground, instead landing himself headfirst into a trashcan.

[doesitring-a-bel]

beginning anew

[doesitring-a-bel]

"You’re welcome."

He slowly nods now, his laughter coming to a stop. His eyebrows raise at Pit’s notable white wings, how peculiar. The only thing that came to mind was the boy was an angel, with the white garb and all. Yet he chose to not speak of it, for now that is.

"…Mm, that I am, I suppose you can say." He gives a shrug now, his arms now returned to his side. One hand rested on his left hip, the other was left to dangle.

"I’m guessing your world is far more different than this one, hm?" Luxendarc wasn’t entirely different from…Yala. Then again, he hadn’t ventured outside of this…territory.

[certifiedbrawler-blog]

"That's one way of putting it, it's a lot more... vertically layered."

Skyworld, the human world, and the Underworld did resemble a cake if you looked at the entire thing as a collective. Pit himself could vouch for his world's vertical oriented-ness, climbing his way up for the entirety of the first game.

"Right, I should introduce myself. I'm Pit, uh, ignore earlier, I'm normally very coordinated. Really." He looked around hoping no one saw his little fallen angel stunt, but it appeared that the crowd was dissipating by now. Maybe they were the only outworlders here?

"I'm gonna guess that you're some sort of hero in your world?" The hair was probably what tipped him off.

[pragmaticlance]

Lucid Dreams (Open/Intro)

[pragmaticlance]

"Yea—-…" And then he was gone, sprinting off into what she assumed was the market center.

Well, if she thought something smelled weird, it was really only made worse by the way the guy just outright ran away. Seemed like he really wasn’t the type to think too far ahead…though she’s pretty sure at this point its because he’s busy trying to save his own hide.

When he returns, she takes the map and looks at it, offering a distracted ‘thanks’. The letters are a bit hard to read, considering the text is all fancy and a poor choice for someone trying to read them, but she’s able to figure out what the name of this place is, at least. "Well, judgin’ by the way these here words are written," she shows him the map and hits ‘Pyli’ with her knuckle,"whatever this place is, s’called Pyli, an’ it looks like there are a ton a’ different cities an’ towns."

[certifiedbrawler-blog]

As she held the map to him all he could make out were the dots and words indicating the cities and towns, it wasn't very defined, he didn't know if the map was faded or if it was just incomplete. Did the dark areas around the light part represent unknown areas or the sea?

"This place is in serious need of a scouting team, sheesh."

Crossing his arms he stared at the sheet hard enough to burn a hole into it, these squiggles were all indistinguishable from each other. He took a chance and pointed to one of the dots, leaving it up to the heavens whether of not he looked like a fool a not.

"We should be... over here, Idarin."

[certifiedbrawler-blog]

Mirror Match || Dark Pit

Rumors spread like wildfire here in Pyli, lack of quick forms of communication be darned. It was likely that the lack of television or video was what made gossip, simply put, the talk of the town, especially now that all of these folks from completely different worlds were coming out of thin air. Countless stories of great heroes and dastardly demons were easy to come by when one frequented taverns and the occasional salon.

That's how he had heard about him.

Majestic black wings that stretched from arm to arm, dressed head to toe in dark robes adorned with a golden trim. A sharp mind assisted by an even sharper tongue, only used in times when interaction with others cannot be avoided, otherwise prone to using judgmental stare downs to settle conflicts. Those were what the tales told of the "Crow Boy" who lived here in the peaceful small town of Eori.

"Gee, I really wonder who that could be."

The angel mused to himself as he scoped out the supposed home of his dark doppelganger from atop a nearby tree. Why go through the trouble of climbing a tree? Well, if it, by some ungodly form of luck, turned out not to be Dark Pit who lived in this apartment it would certainly be a bit embarrassing knocking on the fellow's door. His intuition has let him down before, better to be safe than sorry. Plus it made him feel like a ninja.

[rhymekind-blog]

Dave ==> Mess with Cupid || { Closed }

[rhymekind-blog]

DAVE: human? DAVE: who said anything about human? DAVE: kid i happen to be a god 

[ Ironically enough, it’s the first thing you’ve said today that isn’t total bullshit. Although you guess you’re probably not a god anymore, now that you’re here. You’re mortal again, aren’t you? You’re not entirely sure. But you guess you’ll find out some way or another, right? ]

DAVE: bummer about your wings though DAVE: im guessin from the look on your face that this wasnt one of those things they took away from you when you got here 

[ You settle down to the ground beside him and take the flask from your hip, swigging. It’s just cider (apple, of course), but this kid doesn’t need to know that, now, does he? ]

DAVE: well i guess now that weve established what i am DAVE: why dont you return the favor DAVE: names dave strider DAVE: the artist formerly known as the knight of time DAVE: now you go

[certifiedbrawler-blog]

He was a god? As in the 'Powerful and frightening, spite everything with lightning' type of deal? That would explain the upside down levitation trick, but really? Actually, never mind. It'd be much easier on the situation as well as himself to accept that this flying person in front of him was a god rather than a human, it'd make sense for a god to be doing these sort of tricks after all. A sigh of relief escaped his lungs.

How direct he was about the state of his wings, however, was starting to irritate him. He obviously wasn't doing it to rub it in his face, maybe, but how casually he talked about such a thing was pretty buddy-buddy for someone he just met. Not that this sort of things was unusual for gods, if anything it helped his claims.

"Knight of Time? Sounds familiar, but nothing's linking up."

"Name's Pit, servant under the Goddess of Light. Known far and wide as the Angel of... Really Nice Calves. I've defeated powerful foes of all sorts before, and I've fought with the best there is."

If this Dave really was a god, Pit couldn't ease off on sizing himself up.

[pragmaticlance]

Lucid Dreams (Open/Intro)

[pragmaticlance]

"…"

She purposely munched on a few more berries, giving him a half-lidded stare. Something told her that that was a huge stinking pile of bullhonkey. "Well, d’ya know where I could see a map? Seein’ as that’d be how I plan on findin’ it out." And she’d be sure to inform him oh-so-kindly about their whereabouts.

Kyouko found herself reaching for more berries, but decided instead to close the bag and put it away. After all, she didn’t have any cash on her, and she’d rather not wind up eating all of the food she has. Ration it for now, and then pay him back later for his help. It was the least she could do. "I mean, I could just go an’ ask someone who might actually live here, but a map’s prolly better."

[certifiedbrawler-blog]

Why did he have a feeling she didn't buy it? Whatever, she wasn't teasing him yet, so his pride is saved for the day. He hoped the native language of this place was decidedly foreign enough that no-one could read it.

"Right, I guess that'd be useful no matter how you look at it... one minute."

Dashing as quickly as he could into the nearby market, he found what he assumed to be the map of the surrounding area. P-Y-L-I... M-A-P...those were definitely words alright. Practically tossing his coins at the dealer, he rushed back to the girl and raised the scrolled up piece of leather to her eyes.

"A-Again," he panted, "it's on the house."

[slaanxsh-deactivated20140822]

"A different dimension, in fact," he answered, settling gracefully down into one of the armchairs that adorned their common area. Long legs crossed themselves as he leaned back, a dress shoe moving idly in the air. "I live in a place called the Immaterium, a realm I share with my brothers. Khorne, Nurgle, and Tzeentch are their names."

He paused briefly, an odd look falling over his features, his expression strained between apprehension and sadness. A slight downturn in the corner of his lips, a brief slippage of his eyes away from Pit’s. Delicate fingers rubbed at his nose for a moment before he looked back upon the angel’s face, his grin just that tiny bit less bright.

"I really hope I can get back to them soon. They’re probably up to no good as we speak."

[certifiedbrawler-blog]

He thought of making a joke, perhaps something about their names and how hard it must have been to write those down on homework assignments, but the room's atmosphere became somber and the comment probably wouldn't be well received. Instead, he leaned against the wall, turning his gaze to the window.

Of the many people in the streets, the men, women, and children, how many of them were in the exact same situation? Torn from their homes with no idea of how to get back? Seperated from friends and family possibly without even leaving a goodbye?

Raising his fists, he turned to greet the horned man with a cheerful face.

"I'm sure they're all fine, we'll find a way to get you back to Immateria-what's-it-called eventually, you have my word. We all have people we want to get back to, so we all have the same goal!"

[doesitring-a-bel]

beginning anew

[doesitring-a-bel]

Ringabel lets out a hearty laugh, looks like the lad’s stomach had done the talking. The reaction of the angel was priceless, causing for the blond to stifle his continued chuckle. He took a few steps forward, offering a hand to the startled kid.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

A smile could be seen from ear to ear from his face.

"…Were you intending to slay those boars? If so, perhaps I could accompany you."

[certifiedbrawler-blog]

He reached out and pulled himself back to his feet and, granted he could do without his laughing, he was glad to have some help. It was still embarrassing ending up like this in the first place, however.

"Thanks for the assist," He dusted off his wings. "I wouldn't mind some company along the way, I'm guessing you're an adventurer too? As from another world, that is."

Whether or not that smile was friendly or mocking was all that was on his mind.

[rhymekind-blog]

Dave ==> Mess with Cupid || { Closed }

[ You’re pretty sure you’re looking at an angel. And you thought you’d seen everything. ]

[ You’re sitting near a tavern, minding your own business, trying to focus on the fact that you’ve been here two weeks and still haven’t collected jack for experience. But you can’t stop staring. And you can’t come up with a decent opening line for the kid that doesn’t sound like a pick-up line, either. ]

[ You finally settle on making use of your short-term ability to fly every day, and float over to the kid, hanging upside-down in the air beside him. You smirk a little. ]

DAVE: yo DAVE: can you use them feathery appendages here or are they just for show 

[ You wouldn’t be surprised if they were. Truth be told, your ability to fly has been pretty goddamn hampered by the Pylian powers that be. Still, between the two of you, and assuming this kid doesn’t turn out to be a total loser…questing might be a hell of a lot easier than with most others. ]

[certifiedbrawler-blog]

There were so many things wrong here that you could put it in a frame and call it a masterpiece of awkwardness. Pit was actually at a loss for words, here he was minding his own business, drinking some milk, and all of a sudden he gets asked the question that haunted him everyday.

From a flying guy no less.

Though in his defense, angels flying was a thing, that would be a typical thing to ask of one. Not that it made him feel any better, but he couldn't be mad at a... human? Point being, he couldn't be mad at someone didn't know any better, no matter how hard he tried.

"...They're just for show." He took another sip of milk before he went on a tangent. "How... are you doing that anyway? Last time I checked humans don't float in mid-air, or any air for that matter."

[certifiedbrawler-blog]

OOC: Okay, I'm gonna take a break for the day, but my current drafts are:

rhymekind

slaanxsh

rossolancio

doesitring-a-bel

I'll get to all of you tomorrow! And if anyone wants to start up something with Pit don't be afraid to ask! 

[slaanxsh-deactivated20140822]

"I haven’t, as a matter of fact. I don’t suppose they come in a color that matches well with black business?" he replied, gesturing downward at the well-tailored suit fitted to his slender frame. "I take great pride in looking good, though I don’t know if I could pull off what you’re wearing."

The joke danced off his tongue, the look on his face making it clear that he was poking fun at himself rather than Pit’s clothing decisions. It wouldn’t do to make an enemy of his roommate, after all. Might as well try to earn a few sympathy points while he was at it— It could make all the difference later on.

"My name is Slaanesh," he offered in kind, giving the angel a formal bow. "Back where I come from, horns are actually rather common amongst my people. There are only five of us though, so I suppose common doesn’t really mean all too much."

[certifiedbrawler-blog]

"You'd be surprised at how many people try to crib my style back in Skyworld. Don't worry, they don't quite pull it off either." He couldn't help but laugh a bit.

It was strange to have a conversation with someone on the same terms for once, it wasn't anything like his chats with the various gods he'd bump into back home, it was actually pretty casual. Having a roommate never struck him as a bad idea, but this encounter made him consider probably the nicest thing that's happened to him so far. Good thing he was just your average horned person and not some deity.

Pft, sharing a room with a god, now THAT would be a NIGHTMARE!

"If you don't mind me asking, Slaanesh, where do you come from?"

[pragmaticlance]

Lucid Dreams (Open/Intro)

[pragmaticlance]

Blinking in mild surprised as he closed her hand, she moved it closer to her body and proceeded to munch on the berries as she listened to the boy speak.

….

She decided to strike ‘heaven’ off of the list of possibilities for how she wound up here. Which meant she wasn’t dead. And considering the fact that she had very much felt the touch of the boy’s hand, and that all of this was far too real.

"Yeah, that’s what I meant…" The lancer couldn’t help but laugh, both at how he had seemed so into what he was saying, and the fact that she was alive. Very much alive, and very much in a strange new world. Talk about one hell of a turn of events. She wasn’t sure what she should do with this new information - but she’d probably go cow tipping later, if only to let off some steam and get a laugh. After that, she’d…take the chance to pick up some jobs, learn the land, and maybe give herself a fresh start.

"Ya don’t know, though? That’s a damn shame. Ya tried lookin’ at a map, ‘r somethin’? I mean, they gotta have it listed somewhere, right?"

[certifiedbrawler-blog]

She was taking this whole 'living in a new world' thing pretty well, or at least she did a real good job of keeping herself occupied. Either way, Pit was happy to know she wasn't too horribly affected by the relocation, having found himself in a lot of bad situations before Pit wished he could be as calm and collected.

"Never really been one for maps, I just go wherever. Who needs plans when you can just find things out for yourself? Heh."

That was a lie, of course.

First of all, the angel couldn't read himself out a paper bag, a map to him would be akin to a college level textbook. As for 'going wherever', it's not like he has any choice in the matter, Palutena tended to make all his decisions for him with where he'd fly and land. Hopefully she bought his sheepish response.