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Grendyne groans and starts pulling on her boots when the alarm goes off. Again. She quick-marches to the broom hangar, sits on her machine and is handed a plethora of loaded weapons by attentive corporals.
"Two flyers in one day? They're getting way too common."
"It's worse," the commander informs them, "South Karlsland got hit with three at once. We're taking Lytee's express and sleeping there. You can sit out if you absolutely need to, but Freya's still recovering so we could use you as a comms relay."
"No, I'll come. I just reserve the right to complain about it."
The 42nd United Forces Witch Wing takes off, bracing to fight yet another city-destroying monster, and assembles into a perfect synchronized formation as Lytee charges her teleport power.
...This is not South Karlsland wilderness.
Near the Golden Coven capital, in Aurum
Near Savarasse, in Thilanushinyel
Near Whately Academy
With Unbitwise
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Gren cleans some things on the steelwing on the way out.
Shawn might notice the head-sized sack labelled 'gunpowder' in one of the compartments.
Shawn might notice the head-sized sack labelled 'gunpowder' in one of the compartments.
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"Yeees? For my guns. I'm a Strike Witch, I fought Neuroi before I got teleported here by accident."
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"Well, now I'm interested. That can wait, though." She checks the bag. "The laminate is still intact, so it's not gonna explode unless someone burns through it first."
Soon she finishes checking over the steelwing and just sits there enjoying the sea breeze.
Soon she finishes checking over the steelwing and just sits there enjoying the sea breeze.
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It's vaguely creepy and somewhat worrying. Like she said earlier, though, nothing to do about it but move forward.
After ten minutes, "This should be far enough, right?"
After ten minutes, "This should be far enough, right?"
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"Right then." She jumps onto the steelwing, and it shifts a little on the boat's deck. "Hop on behind me. You won't stay attacked to this thing by magic, like me. You can hold on to these handles, but they're a bit awkwardly placed, so hold on to my waist if you have to."
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It startles her a bit, but alright.
"Three. Two. One." And she zooms off, zero to fifty in less than two seconds. She peels up and dives down. Once she has enough height, turns, rolls, and loops join the repertoire. She names most of the maneuvers. The overall effect is like a very inventive rollercoaster without tracks to limit it.
[I'm not even a particularly good flyer, any old strike witch can do this with a steelwing. If I was just on a stupid old broom I'd be slower than you are on the ground, though!]
"Three. Two. One." And she zooms off, zero to fifty in less than two seconds. She peels up and dives down. Once she has enough height, turns, rolls, and loops join the repertoire. She names most of the maneuvers. The overall effect is like a very inventive rollercoaster without tracks to limit it.
[I'm not even a particularly good flyer, any old strike witch can do this with a steelwing. If I was just on a stupid old broom I'd be slower than you are on the ground, though!]
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[Flying is awesome! We're almost never allowed to fly people on these things, but it's so fun!]
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[These things are pretty expensive. Not that expensive, but enough that they're careful not to give us too many chances to accidentally crash them.]
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[Something to do with the mechanical bits inside. I'm not actually sure. I know how to maintain it, but not how it actually works.]
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[That would be neat! Do you know anybody who'd like to do that? I am pretty sure it's just mechanical, no magic involved in making them.]
[Jake maybe? Or, um, what's her name, Rosalie, the doctor who likes cars, sometimes they both do cars together.]