Wings of the Sun.

Rank: Nobody Housing:  Weapon: Ability:   Affiliated with Citta Alveare

[evariche]

Was he thinking this was an option? 

‘Did he have to get angry?’ What a stupid question to ask.

Mockery was expected throughout this, however, with a change of plans, she wanted a reason. An explanation on his choice in behavior, as she wondered why he chose to apologize rather than indulge in the bitterness of blaming another. It wasn’t as if this was anything new to her, nor did it spark an interest in her, but with time on her hands, she supposed inspecting a mind of another would do her petty good.

“Isn’t it natural for only a person to become angry at another for these mistakes?”

[flyoverfate]

She seemed to be getting more and more irritated by his aversion to anger over trifling things. It was too late now for some fake lashing out to quickly end the situation, he’d be seen right through, so answering her questions was the next course of action. 

“Maybe it’s natural for an angry individual but it’s not for me. It happens all the time, to get angry over something like this would just leave you bitter and rude.” As unsettling as she was, he met her gaze and kept it up before sending a question back her way. “Why do you want me to get angry over it anyway? Surely your life is easier if I don’t, too.”

[bleureine]

flyoverfate

[bleureine]

     “ Woah! Look at that hair. Hm, I don’t believe I have seen anything so … what is it called? That vegetable? ” Pushing her brows together, the Queen struggled to come up with the name. There is still a lot she had yet to learn about humans and their food, but his hair reminded her of him. Or at the very least the inside of them.

      People really enjoyed them during that one holiday. Halloween if she remembers correctly. She had sort of been here for one, but barely paid attention because Diva found herself too busy with other business.

[flyoverfate]

Spinning round to the source of the voice, Amata came to face the vegetable-y challenged female. As he wondered about it himself, one of his hands subconsciously rose up and pulled lightly on his bangs.

After standing there in thought for a moment, he offered an answer. “... Are you thinking of pumpkins? Or maybe carrots?” Those were all the vegetables he could think of that matched it. Now he’d gotten that out of his head, the excitement over a fairly common hair colour interested him. She must either be from some place far off... or maybe she just had her head in the clouds.

[evariche]

For a moment, she only watched him, not a word coming from her even when asked for reassurance. Was she unsatisfied with the reaction? Perhaps, though something seemed to stick out a little that made her retort in a casual manner.

Instead of giving him an answer that he expected, the witch stood there, eyes slightly narrowed at his direction as she asked a question that seemed out of context.

“Won’t you get angry?”

[flyoverfate]

As he rose to his feet, he reached his hand behind his head, rubbing his neck slowly. Her narrowed look was a little uncomfortable but so was her entire treatment of the situation. “Do I really have to get angry?” The question that answered her question came with a sigh and the drooping of his shoulders.

“I didn’t mean it, I’d like to think you didn’t mean it. What’s the point in getting angry?”

[fastened-blog]

The box that held the pieces to her now tiny vector was held in a vice grip, Mikono shrunken in on herself as she tried to make her way through a crowded street. Waking up in this city, alone, with her only introduction being that of a scientist saying she was now part of an experiment stirred up a fear in her that she wasn’t quite sure how to handle. Whatever confidence she’d built up back home was as good as gone for the moment, eyes downcast and avoiding contact with anyone else as much as possible.

At least Shush was still with her– The small white ball of fur was the most comforting thing she had at the moment, and the nuzzle against her cheek was enough to bring the smallest smile to her face. Just the two of them again would be a lot like her life before she met Amata and joined Neo-DEAVA. It was a bit saddening to think about, considering the close relationships she had with the other pilots now, but at the same time…

Had something not suddenly flown overhead, Mikono would’ve kept following the herd of people until she could think of some way to find her place in this city. But she and many others looked up, and doing so revealed that it wasn’t something flying, but someone.

And it was a someone she knew very well.

“Amata-kun!”

If anyone had been watching her, the change in her demeanor once she saw him was a big one. She didn’t look so hopelessly lost anymore. She was still afraid, terribly so– But the place she belonged was with that person, and she was going to do her best to get there. Turning around and having to push past the crowd of people would be a difficult task, though, and the box with her vector inside was nearly forgotten.

“Amata-kun! Amata-kun!” Hopefully he hadn’t flown too far past her now that her cries couldn’t reach him.

flyoverfate

[flyoverfate]

Wandering a city alone didn’t phase him much. It had only been a recent change in his life to have the gift of friends and loved ones, before that this was nothing more than his usual routine. Now they had been in his life however, he wasn’t ready to let fate separate him from them once more. He’d search every inch of this place until he found them.

The scientists mentioned that his flight would only last for 20 minutes a day here but that was more than enough time to get an eagle eye view of an area before he looked around on foot. So at the first opportunity, the wings of light unfurled from his feet and he was lifted into the air. Trying his best not to waste time checking streets twice, he went up and down systematically.

Such luck on his first attempt was not expected but when he heard the cry behind him on one street, there was no mistaking it. Spinning around, he scanned the crowd, desperately tracking the voice to its source. Meeting her eyes among the masses facing the other way, he finally returned the call to her: “Mikono-saaaaan!”

As he yelled out to her, he dived into the crowd, parting for their own safety. Getting closer both to her and the ground, he planted his feet and skidded along for the last stretch, lightly bumping into her to bring himself to a stop. She might’ve toppled over had he not wrapped his arms tightly over hers and around her back whilst burying his head into the side of her neck.

[flyoverfate]

michael-karlstein

First looks at District Alpha would deceive most, the moist and dimly lit tunnels probably made it look like the residents got a bum deal. However, he’d heard of areas with bigger problems, rampant crime for example, and the native population, the Pariahs, were friendly enough. Of course, staying there all the time still wasn’t very appealing and fresh air was needed with a trip up to the city. As the transportation tube at the centre of the area opened at his touch, Amata almost got bowled over by someone else with the same idea.

 “After you, I suppose?” he muttered, following the stranger inside the elevator and resting himself against the handrail.

[evariche]

flyoverfate

[evariche]

“It’s not my fault, you fool. If you fixated your gaze at where you should have been going, then this never would have happened.”

The situation appeared as though she had knocked something off of him while the collision occurred, and before any fingers were pointed, she had done so first by admitting the flaws he had demonstrated thus far. It was true though- wasn’t it? 

Clearly, she kept a sharp eye on the road until he supposedly appeared out of nowhere.

[flyoverfate]

He was certain he wasn’t at fault, either. No one was, really. It was just a bump on the street, happened every day in big cities. Though if it put this person at ease to assign blame for it... It didn’t hurt him to take it upon himself and make this simpler.

“Sorry about that, I’ll be more careful next time, I promise,” he spoke whilst kneeling to collect the bottle that had fallen out of his hands. As he turned around to face her, he looked up with a friendly smile. “I didn’t break anything of yours, did I? I don’t have much means of repayment.”

[flyoverfate]

asciiist

After emptying out the box he’d been given upon arrival, a pile of small, intricate parts lay before him on the table. He knew what the end product of this Vector model was meant to look like but for some reason, the construction of it was baffling to him, even after looking over the instructions page 20 times - or was it 30 now? 

He’d passed the point where he could give up on this project, it’d just frustrate him to no end. Desperation setting in, he lifted a hand out behind his chair to stop the person behind him. “Excuse me, I don’t suppose you’re any better with these kinds of things?”

[flyoverfate]

oldmastershifu

Little white balls of fluff that violently attacked him. Green dolls with long, floppy limbs. The amount of things Amata had seen been called a cat that did not meet up with the image in his mind after he’d joined Neo Deava... He wasn’t really sure he knew what a cat was anymore, and thrown into this new place, he was sure his ideas would be challenged even more. So when he saw the small robed creature in front of him, all he could say was, “... Is it a cat?”

[flyoverfate]

Yo, yo! I took my sweet time but Amata is finally ready to go, so who wants to start him off here? Like for a starter, cap at 4!!