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Avenger grunted in annoyance. He was under no obligation to do anything this woman asked of him, but he didn’t really have much choice in the matter, either. “I can captain a ship, but this is well beyond my area of expertise.” Especially when he saw that the only form of control seemed to be a glowing blue circle.
Avenger stared at it briefly while the woman went to go do… Whatever she was doing. Making repairs, he assumed. At least it was on autopilot, although any comfort that may have been felt from that notion was swiftly dissolved as the aircraft began to angle itself downward.
Ignoring the music for now, Avenger attempt to run his hand and fingers around the circle, hoping to get a grasp for how to steer this machine, and how to stop it from crashing.
The machine whirred in response to the Avenger’s hand, and thus the machine had suddenly lurched to the side. Being caught off guard, Amelia clutched onto the wing and glances back at what the man was doing. Oh, applesauce. They were going to turn at a sharp angle and she was not even close to getting the wing repaired quite yet-!
“Hold your hand down on it, damnit!”
Hoisting herself up after the sparks from her tool had died down, the aviator quickly crawls back to the pilot seat and juts her hand out, pressing her and Avenger’s hand right onto the circle as the warp around them began to create a sudden shrieking sound. So much for the music, it now sounded like some sort of horrid chorus of hell.
“Hold it!”
So close! Just a little more-!
“Hol-”
The high tech flight machine had begun to glow in a marvelous blue color, before its wings stretched out wide. With a sudden hard PUSH, the Canary had crackled into the white barely nothingness that awaited for them at the end of the seemingly never-ending tunnel.
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It’s quiet. A light breeze brushes past and with a sudden start, it’s easily determined that where they had both landed was on an island... of nothing. Sand, trees, but no hint nor sight of anything else across the ocean’s horizon. The smell of smoke would indicate that the flight machine had crash landed, and Amelia had hurriedly made her way towards the Avenger with a heavy huff.
“Hey...! Are you alright? We took a beating in there... but it looks like we’re back here, now.” A defeated and frustrated sigh, and the aviator shoves her goggles up to her forehead. Her expression rather tiresome than most.
“No matter how many times I find them, I always end up here on this island. Anyhow, let’s get you up. I never even had gotten your name.”
