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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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witchwatcher
witchwatcher
"Cold is alright. I'll have to think about it. For now, let's go out to sea. Where can I borrow a boat?"
"I'll show you," Kelly says. "Do you know how to sail? There's a motorboat too."
witchwatcher
"I know how to sail, technically, but I probably could just tie my steelwing down on top of it 'fly' the boat. A motorized boat would be just as good."
"All right. It's pretty simple to operate. I can do it if you're weirded out by the controls."
"So could I," says Shawn.
"Yeah, you could," Kelly acknowledges.
Kelly leads them to the beach nearest the wolf village. There is a pier with a few boats tied off it. She puts them in a motorboat named The Evergreene.
"So could I," says Shawn.
"Yeah, you could," Kelly acknowledges.
Kelly leads them to the beach nearest the wolf village. There is a pier with a few boats tied off it. She puts them in a motorboat named The Evergreene.
witchwatcher
"It's out on the beach near the main compound, unless someone moved it. I have Dwi's magic still, who should I call to ask?"
"I can go get it for you," Shawn volunteers.
He explodes out of his magnetic uniform, turns into a gigantic gray-brown wolf, and races off along the beach at ludicrous speed.
He explodes out of his magnetic uniform, turns into a gigantic gray-brown wolf, and races off along the beach at ludicrous speed.
witchwatcher
"Gyah!" She puts up a shield out of sheer reflex, and drops it once it's clear what happened.
[Very impressive, but please give me a little warning next time you do that. Try not to bend the bits that stick out.]
[Very impressive, but please give me a little warning next time you do that. Try not to bend the bits that stick out.]
[...Sorry! Hey, this is useful, we can talk when I'm floofed! I can't talk when I'm floofed. I'll be careful with your thing, promise.]
witchwatcher
[I can't literally do it all day, but it'll be handy, yeah. See you in a minute.]
He's back in less that that, gently holding her steelwing in his jaws. He sets it unharmed on the sand and then transforms, then realizes that he is totally naked and grabs his uniform.
witchwatcher
She doesn't bother deliberately not looking at him, but she doesn't stare as she inspects the steelwing, dries it off with a short gust of hot air, and hefts it into the boat almost as effortlessly as he was carrying it. "Good to go."
He finishes making sure all his magnets are lined up and hops into the boat, grinning.
witchwatcher
"Kelly, you can get a chance to fly too, if you like. My top speed with a passenger is closer to one fifty than two twenty, but I can still pull off some nice maneuvers. Have you ever heard of a split-s turn?"
"...No?"
witchwatcher
"I flip over and then pull a half-loop. Great for changing directions quickly. How about a cobra roll?"
"Assume I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Sure."
Kelly starts up the motorboat and takes them out.
Kelly starts up the motorboat and takes them out.
witchwatcher
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.
"Gunpowder?" says Shawn.
witchwatcher
"Yeees? For my guns. I'm a Strike Witch, I fought Neuroi before I got teleported here by accident."
"Oh. I thought I smelled something weird. I don't think guns now even use powder."
witchwatcher
"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.
Shawn sits there enjoying the fact that she exists and has a face.
witchwatcher
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?"