#meteorgalaxy

[friendshipstates]

Stargazing Drabble(meteorgalaxy)

It's a quiet night. No monster attacks, just two friends watching the stars light up the sky.

"You know, Ryusei, it's always amazing to think about. The Earth is spinning extremely fast around the Sun, and the Sun and everything is moving at its own speed around the center of the galaxy, which is also in motion. And yet, at least for now, the stars hold to a pattern in the sky."

"The pattern of the stars is caused by the light from star hundred of millions of lightyears away refracting through the Earth's atmosphere. Most of those stars probably died a long time ago." Ryusei answers.

"That's true, too." Gentaro admits. "But it's not a bad feeling, you know? To think that stars that died out millions of years ago are having their light reach us even now. Space is awesome."

[friendshipstates]

Text Me

Gentaro takes out his phone and sends off a text to Ryusei.

[msg] Ryusei, I have four tickets to the martial arts tournament. Do you want them?

[rabbithutchgoth-blog]

Getting it Right (@meteorgalaxy)

Tomoko sits in her front lawn, a laptop computer on the table in front of her, flanked by her tea set and notes on the world she's created.

"It's no good. There's too many holes here to make this work." She taps the  top of her computer.

The publisher for Tales of Heroism wanted to see a story about a martial artist, one who could save the day without guns. For her part, Tomoko has only seen a few martial arts movies, and that was during movie night at the Hutch. She's not sure how accurate those are.

Anyone else would probably just fake it. But she wants her stories to have as much verisimilitude as can be possible in a world of guardian spirits and airships.

As she looks up from the screen, she notices a familiar face.

"Ryusei-san! Over here!" Tomoko waves to him. "Would you be willing to help me out on a project?"

[scottishmechanic]

Hey there!

"Welcome to Corinth Customs. I'm Flynn McAllistair. What can I build for you?"

[nekojitawolfgirls-blog]

a cosplayer, an Adventurer and an interpol agent walk into a drycleaners...sounds like the start of a joke

thatothercosplayer

silveradventurer

meteorgalaxy

Takumi nervously peaks her head out from behind the counter, why'd Tomoyo have to be out right now?  she whimpered, only having her head above the counter "W..w..welcome to Phi cleaners..."

[friendshipstates]

Why me? (Meteorgalaxy)

He lines up his stance in the cage, looking down at the pitching machine.

Clunk, Whirrr. PFFT! SWISH!

Clunk, Whirrr. PFFT! SWISH!

Clunk, Whirrr. PFFT! SWISH!

Three balls drop from the hopper, spin up and fly towards Gentaro. Each time, he's too late on his swing and the balls bounce harmlessly off the back of the cage. He readjusts his stance, and waits for the next pitch. But the sound of an approaching motorcycle drowns out the mechanical sounds and he misses a fourth time.

He doesn't turn at the sound of the cage next to him opening up. He just wants to hit something. But he should still be civil, even if he doesn't feel like it.

"Hey there."

[lightspeedleader]

All right, line up over there.

"All right everybody. I'm going to need to ask you all a few questions about what you saw during this fire." He points across the street to the burned out hulk of the consignment shop, as if that motion was necessary.

"Just tell me your names, and what you were doing when you saw the fire."

[skyforcecommander]

Welcome to Skyforce

Aya's still in the final say on the new gadgets for Skyforce. Today, she's testing a device similar to a rope dart, launched from a port atop the wing gauntlet. However, this device has a bit too much kick. The recoil drives Aya back and the dart flies fifty yards downrange, landing four yards from another person.

She goes to pick up the dart and sees him standing there. "Hello. Welcome to Skyforce. My apologies. It seems our Talon Striker isn't ready to leave prototype stage." She places the dart back in its case and offers her hand. "Commander Aya Odagiri."