10-07-2015, 06:05 AM
Ururu and Hikaru had settled into a faux companionable silence, throughout their flight they had been going back and forth on why they hadn’t been able to get the clone transformations on line. Worse still she couldn’t get Henge to do its proper job.
That used to be one of her top techniques and for the life of her… she couldn’t figure out what was going on. She had more than enough omnilium. More than half she had started with now and it was gaining with erratic force.
Wind flushed through constant breeze and a whistle as the dragon’s twenty meter wing span sliced through rough patches of air and thermals with equal skill and precision. It also helped that it had enough mass where the strongest of winds barely moved it from its chakra driven course which now that Ururu realized it didn’t cost her much. Not nearly as much as it would have back there…
And she barely felt any real drain at all from maintaining.
It felt like cheating.
Pale gleaming towers of stone, thatch and wood and a floating city in the distance. But the biggest sign of all a giant Colosseum. All of it decidedly of a foreign make. Of stuff she found in history books imported from far off lands beyond the elemental nations.
But more importantly the layout showed tactical thinking of someone used to holding back sieges. Whoever designed this city showed a single cohesive plan, with bottlenecks that were strategically placed for a ground invasion, to say nothing of an aerial invasion which… if all things being equal they would be shot down likely from key towers.
And there, just like a puzzle it all fit together.
Landing pads and runways stretched across the city at key points and considering the size and weight of her mount she’d have to take one of the largest which in her favor was close to the Arena’s front grounds. Flight was indeed the popular method of travel.
She gave a light pat from the neck of her Dragon, willing that location into its memory and how she wanted it to land. Nothing less than perfect.
The dragon snorted with iron basso before it started circling once to bleed off speed and then take to the ground. Its first step back on the ground sounded like a falling tree, the second like an explosives and its back two followed again by the front two made a jackhammer sound weak. It wings were angled also in it flapping to bring them and its own immense mass to a halt, stirring no little amount of dust in the process
It gave another trumpeting roar, clearing a few passersby that were getting to close. It thunder heart quickening only slightly before it lower its tail from a counter balance into a ramp for every to disembark from.
Patting it several time, Ururu thanked it before simply hopping off to the ground below.
“Thank you for flying the Ururu Express. If anyone has left their lunch behind well… there’s nothing I can do about that.”
Ururu gave a sniff, “Good news seems to be plenty of fresh lunch here.”
Hikaru shot a conspirator’s glance at the sound of food. At least that never changed. Maybe they had that delicious bacon somewhere. Maybe about 100 or 200 kilos?
Nodding in silent agreement Ururu sent her thoughts plainly, Take them for all they have
With pleasure Came a rather… aggressive, predatory tone. It was an aspect that Ururu was still getting used to, Haruru had always been proper even in the worst of times. Hikaru, the girl who she became, well not as much. More human. And with little discourse or note, she saunter off into the stands and kiosks following her nose.
Ururu grinned.
This may just be a great day and it was young. For that matter something told her she was on the cusp of figuring out a good many issues, the first among them the clone transformations, second finally understanding this place.
And finally everyone disembarked from her dragon which she wasted no time reclaiming every ounce of and then some.
Looking to the people who had flown with her… they seemed sort of a motley crew didn’t they? She just nodded, “time to register,” before disappearing from the crowd
And she moved off as well. It was pretty simple to find, it was like all bureaucracies. A Queue based in a poorly setup location, far too many people in the way which made getting in difficult. But the actual sign ups seemed to be rather empty. Though people getting access to what looked like the audience seats ticket… not so much.
When they first spotted her there was a quick exchange of looks exasperated for the most part. Ururu kept moving towards the registration area. None spoke
One had a rather annoyed look to be honest while the other simply raised an eyebrow.
“I wish to-“
“Yes we know. Every child around has been wanting to register. How old are you little girl?” Came a particularly nasal voice.
Ururu wasn’t surprised though she was miffed by the tone to say the least. She had several options here but, she really didn’t care at this point. If what she had just seen in her first three days was self-evident then Primes came in every flavor or the rainbow. Which means these people had no reason to deny her entrance, so might as well get this over quickly
Ururu held out her hand, two leaned forward, one leaned back.
“Which do you want to see?
The one that leaned back as if something was going happen winced. Obviously this man had some idea what kind of response his colleagues would have on primes that were… vertically challenged.
“Pardon?” The nasal one said with no fluster.
“Omnilium or total destruction.” Ururu said in as sweet and naïve tone as she could muster.
The one leaning back must have lost his nerve to wait her out, “Just sign here little miss, no need to for theatrics.”
Ururu nodded and did just that. On the paper she put her alias in perfect calligraphy before skipping back into the crowd.
枯死悪人 - Withering Rogue
That used to be one of her top techniques and for the life of her… she couldn’t figure out what was going on. She had more than enough omnilium. More than half she had started with now and it was gaining with erratic force.
Wind flushed through constant breeze and a whistle as the dragon’s twenty meter wing span sliced through rough patches of air and thermals with equal skill and precision. It also helped that it had enough mass where the strongest of winds barely moved it from its chakra driven course which now that Ururu realized it didn’t cost her much. Not nearly as much as it would have back there…
And she barely felt any real drain at all from maintaining.
It felt like cheating.
Pale gleaming towers of stone, thatch and wood and a floating city in the distance. But the biggest sign of all a giant Colosseum. All of it decidedly of a foreign make. Of stuff she found in history books imported from far off lands beyond the elemental nations.
But more importantly the layout showed tactical thinking of someone used to holding back sieges. Whoever designed this city showed a single cohesive plan, with bottlenecks that were strategically placed for a ground invasion, to say nothing of an aerial invasion which… if all things being equal they would be shot down likely from key towers.
And there, just like a puzzle it all fit together.
Landing pads and runways stretched across the city at key points and considering the size and weight of her mount she’d have to take one of the largest which in her favor was close to the Arena’s front grounds. Flight was indeed the popular method of travel.
She gave a light pat from the neck of her Dragon, willing that location into its memory and how she wanted it to land. Nothing less than perfect.
The dragon snorted with iron basso before it started circling once to bleed off speed and then take to the ground. Its first step back on the ground sounded like a falling tree, the second like an explosives and its back two followed again by the front two made a jackhammer sound weak. It wings were angled also in it flapping to bring them and its own immense mass to a halt, stirring no little amount of dust in the process
It gave another trumpeting roar, clearing a few passersby that were getting to close. It thunder heart quickening only slightly before it lower its tail from a counter balance into a ramp for every to disembark from.
Patting it several time, Ururu thanked it before simply hopping off to the ground below.
“Thank you for flying the Ururu Express. If anyone has left their lunch behind well… there’s nothing I can do about that.”
Ururu gave a sniff, “Good news seems to be plenty of fresh lunch here.”
Hikaru shot a conspirator’s glance at the sound of food. At least that never changed. Maybe they had that delicious bacon somewhere. Maybe about 100 or 200 kilos?
Nodding in silent agreement Ururu sent her thoughts plainly, Take them for all they have
With pleasure Came a rather… aggressive, predatory tone. It was an aspect that Ururu was still getting used to, Haruru had always been proper even in the worst of times. Hikaru, the girl who she became, well not as much. More human. And with little discourse or note, she saunter off into the stands and kiosks following her nose.
Ururu grinned.
This may just be a great day and it was young. For that matter something told her she was on the cusp of figuring out a good many issues, the first among them the clone transformations, second finally understanding this place.
And finally everyone disembarked from her dragon which she wasted no time reclaiming every ounce of and then some.
Looking to the people who had flown with her… they seemed sort of a motley crew didn’t they? She just nodded, “time to register,” before disappearing from the crowd
And she moved off as well. It was pretty simple to find, it was like all bureaucracies. A Queue based in a poorly setup location, far too many people in the way which made getting in difficult. But the actual sign ups seemed to be rather empty. Though people getting access to what looked like the audience seats ticket… not so much.
When they first spotted her there was a quick exchange of looks exasperated for the most part. Ururu kept moving towards the registration area. None spoke
One had a rather annoyed look to be honest while the other simply raised an eyebrow.
“I wish to-“
“Yes we know. Every child around has been wanting to register. How old are you little girl?” Came a particularly nasal voice.
Ururu wasn’t surprised though she was miffed by the tone to say the least. She had several options here but, she really didn’t care at this point. If what she had just seen in her first three days was self-evident then Primes came in every flavor or the rainbow. Which means these people had no reason to deny her entrance, so might as well get this over quickly
Ururu held out her hand, two leaned forward, one leaned back.
“Which do you want to see?
The one that leaned back as if something was going happen winced. Obviously this man had some idea what kind of response his colleagues would have on primes that were… vertically challenged.
“Pardon?” The nasal one said with no fluster.
“Omnilium or total destruction.” Ururu said in as sweet and naïve tone as she could muster.
The one leaning back must have lost his nerve to wait her out, “Just sign here little miss, no need to for theatrics.”
Ururu nodded and did just that. On the paper she put her alias in perfect calligraphy before skipping back into the crowd.
枯死悪人 - Withering Rogue