«We Could be Heroes»

[Thing2]

(Got to go. 'Night all!)

 

[Laodicia]

(Got to go. 'Night all!)

night!

 

[Laodicia]

Sammy hurriedly sat down. I need to tell everyone the plan. But Dryden probably has super-hearing too.... or the jet could have cameras. Maybe I could write it down? No, too easily caught...

(she has ash's old pen. maybe she could draw something on her hand that would make the others aware that she wanted to do something. that she was ready...? )

 

[RacehorsesRock]

Aero glared at Dryden. He wanted to confront him, but what would that accomplish? Besides, he didn't need to risk becoming more angry while doing so, since it just... fueled his powers. Aero walked towards the middle of the plane, and slumped onto a chair, moving his wings in awkward directions to keep them from getting more damaged. My powers-
No, best not to even think about it. He just wished his powers were nonexistent, so therefore he'll pretend they are.
"Can you give us anymore details on the mission? Please?"

"Yeah. What exactly are we going to do?"



(I know! Well, I could edit her charrie form...)

(she has ash's old pen. maybe she could draw something on her hand that would make the others aware that she wanted to do something. that she was ready...? )

"I know as much as you do." Dryden answered, his Scottish accent that him and Charlotte shared strong. "She might know something." he motioned toward no-name.

(If they were al gathered around he would get suspicious and walk over. If they're all scared (or angry at) him than they'd probably let him through..)

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

Mikki stared. He had just killed him. Another innocent person dead. She looked away from Dryden in disgust, and climbed into the plane. This whole thing was starting to freak her out. Now they all were inadvertently the accomplices of murderers. Why was James Firestein in prison in the first place?

(Are you asking why he set up there in the first place? Why he chose that spot?)

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

( @RacehorsesRock your character Dryden is actually displaying quite a few signs of psychopathy. Have you done any research on it?)

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

Crow trudged back up the cave, through the pitch-blackness. He realized that if Janet was coming up, he wouldn't see her and she wouldn't see him. He cursed under his breath, then called out. "Janet?"

Janet stopped and peered at him in the glow of the crystals. "Oh, hey crow-boy. I'm headed out to the chopper, you wanna come? There's four seats." Then she glanced back toward the cave entrance, still open, and the man in skins who was now whiddling on something. "Or you could go back with your friends. Vance is going to teach some basic fighting skills." Then she took off toward the waterfall and the mouth of the cave, "Come if you want, I'm leaving." She called over her shoulder.

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

On the side of the plane, written in small, white lettering, was the model King Air 350. "Hey, Dryden!" No-name called from the cockpit, "start the propellers, would you?" She said, motioning to either side of the plane. Then she turned to Aero and the others as they boarded. The plane had eight passenger seats, and a box-shaped toilet in the back. "We're making a pit stop in Hawai'i, then it's off to New Zealand. Should be there by midnight tonight."

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

(Da plane)
(Not my photos, cuz I don't own a plane. Nor have I ever been on one...)

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

Vance pushed open the door, and a tiny bell jingled. "Watch your head, girl." He said, doing his best to keep Tayn from colliding with the door frame. The floors were also wooden, and the room perfectly round, and about twelve feet across with a carved stone ceiling. The place smelled of sweat and iron. A woman with snakes for hair coiled at the front desk, her nose in a book. "Say, Wendy! The Janet wants these pups trained in the fine art of war. Mind suiting them up?"