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By the time the airship (a literal, flying ship, it seems, built from wood with thick, billowing sails and a skull flag, like a stereotypical pirate ship) has reached Stromgard, the city is barely recognisable.
The buildings, now shaded in bright shades of pink, green, and blue, are twisted out of shape, bent at angles that should make them fall over. Streams of green code float up from some of the buildings, towards an object in the sky that wasn't there before.
Hanging in the blank, starless black is another city, all walkways and stone buildings, surrounding a tower in rings.
"That looks like our target," Atton says from the bow of the airship.
The buildings, now shaded in bright shades of pink, green, and blue, are twisted out of shape, bent at angles that should make them fall over. Streams of green code float up from some of the buildings, towards an object in the sky that wasn't there before.
Hanging in the blank, starless black is another city, all walkways and stone buildings, surrounding a tower in rings.
"That looks like our target," Atton says from the bow of the airship.
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Date: 2009-05-09 08:04 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-05-09 08:08 pm (UTC)"Maybe you're drunk," reproachfully.
From the horizon, a wave of monsters come into view, twisting and soaring through the air towards the airship.
"That can't be good."
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Date: 2009-05-09 08:11 pm (UTC)He stands up and spreads his arms out, closes his eyes and concentrates on the outside of the ship.
"FORCE FIELD" Opening his eyes. "You have sixty seconds max."
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Date: 2009-05-09 08:13 pm (UTC)Beat.
"Seriously, who's flying this thing?"
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Date: 2009-05-09 08:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-09 08:25 pm (UTC)"Fine, get it closer to the nearest source of gravitational pull." he says. "In other words, try and land it on the city, don't waste time trying to outrun these in any other direction."
He grimaces as something large bumps into his force field.
"Atton you're a genius pilot, work it out!"
Images fill his mind; a ship falling apart, an exploding pod that could have had Atton in, an exploding planet... but he has no endocrine system in digital form, nothing that can get in the way and slow him down from this task in hand.
He diverts his attention more towards the force field and less towards the inside of the ship. He can feel it there, and steadily holding it he presses his middle finger button with his eyes closed and from memory selects the mana potion.
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Date: 2009-05-09 08:28 pm (UTC)He wanders off through the nearest door.
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Date: 2009-05-09 08:29 pm (UTC)Will starts looking around for some kind of weapon that can be fired.
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Date: 2009-05-09 08:44 pm (UTC)"'Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho...' Forty five seconds. 'We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot, Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me...' Thirty seconds."
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Date: 2009-05-09 08:45 pm (UTC)"No worries, we're being flown about by the undead. They say they can't deviate from the course, though."
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Date: 2009-05-09 08:50 pm (UTC)His eyes begin to glow green with the exertion.
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Date: 2009-05-09 09:03 pm (UTC)He staggers suddenly as something hits his force field, but keeps it up.
"Forty seconds before I need another potion."
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Date: 2009-05-09 09:07 pm (UTC)Will moves so he can attack anything that boards and draws his sword.
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Date: 2009-05-09 09:22 pm (UTC)We burn up the city, we're really a fright, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.' Twenty seconds."
Something hits and he flinches.
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