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At this point I don't even care where I end up. I just want to do something productive, bloody hell.
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I still remember four...
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Alright then. If no one else is gonna do ground attack, I'd probably have a pilot flying the Su-25TM (Or Su-39) and hopefully will be able to upgrade to a 2-man crew flying the Su-34 sometime down the line.
Is this still open? Would love to do an RP where what I've learned about aircraft would come in handy. ^^
Also, when you say Gen 4.5, would an Su-37 be out of the question?
Also, when you say Gen 4.5, would an Su-37 be out of the question?
Vivien advanced carefully behind Malakaus once the door opened. Who knew just what nasty surprises were lying in wait for them? Vivien could think of a few, ranging from the mundane, such as unfriendly miners or beasts who have taken up residence in the mine, to the outlandish, like the mine itself being possessed by a vengeful spirit hellbent on killing or trapping anyone wandering inside for eternity. However, he immediate concern was the darkness. He could barely two meters ahead of him, how were the expected to fight or even travel in such conditions?
Thankfully, as if on cue, the wyvern breathed a small wisp of flame that provided some illumination. Vivien looked back at the creature with an appreciative smile on his face. "Thanks," He said, his voice still sounding slightly shaky and uncertain, but it was at least a lot better than before. He wandered away from the group to investigate the barrels of dark powder. The lingering dust in the air was irritating enough to cause him to always be on the verge of sneezing, but Vivien was pretty sure that sneeze powder was not a thing, and if it was, it was certainly not something anyone would go through all this trouble to extract from the earth. He picked up a handful of the dust from the barrel and allowed it to trickle past his fingers. There seemed to be nothing strange about them, but Vivien was prepared to be surprised.
What alarmed him, however, was the presence of dynamite. Had he known earlier, he would have warned the wyvern not to be too hasty with breathing fire. He knelt and picked up a few of the red sticks, stashing them into his pack. They could certainly come in handy later. Looking around, using whatever light the wyvern's flame provided to look for something useful. As luck would have it, he found an old, unlit torch buried under a pile of disused pickaxes. A slight sense of unease filled Vivien as he noticed the haphazard manner the tools had been left. Whoever left them must have been in a hurry to get out.
Shaking his head to clear it of any unhelpful thoughts, Vivien picked up the torch and approached the wyvern. "E-Excuse me," Vivien began and cleared his throat. It was still somewhat intimidating for him to talk to something that could easily swallow him in a single bite. "But I found a torch, would you mind lighting it? There are dynamite lying around this mine, breathing fire might be as dangerous as it is helpful."
Thankfully, as if on cue, the wyvern breathed a small wisp of flame that provided some illumination. Vivien looked back at the creature with an appreciative smile on his face. "Thanks," He said, his voice still sounding slightly shaky and uncertain, but it was at least a lot better than before. He wandered away from the group to investigate the barrels of dark powder. The lingering dust in the air was irritating enough to cause him to always be on the verge of sneezing, but Vivien was pretty sure that sneeze powder was not a thing, and if it was, it was certainly not something anyone would go through all this trouble to extract from the earth. He picked up a handful of the dust from the barrel and allowed it to trickle past his fingers. There seemed to be nothing strange about them, but Vivien was prepared to be surprised.
What alarmed him, however, was the presence of dynamite. Had he known earlier, he would have warned the wyvern not to be too hasty with breathing fire. He knelt and picked up a few of the red sticks, stashing them into his pack. They could certainly come in handy later. Looking around, using whatever light the wyvern's flame provided to look for something useful. As luck would have it, he found an old, unlit torch buried under a pile of disused pickaxes. A slight sense of unease filled Vivien as he noticed the haphazard manner the tools had been left. Whoever left them must have been in a hurry to get out.
Shaking his head to clear it of any unhelpful thoughts, Vivien picked up the torch and approached the wyvern. "E-Excuse me," Vivien began and cleared his throat. It was still somewhat intimidating for him to talk to something that could easily swallow him in a single bite. "But I found a torch, would you mind lighting it? There are dynamite lying around this mine, breathing fire might be as dangerous as it is helpful."
Sorry for the short post. ><'' Didn't know what else I could write.
"It seems your mind has been made up, with or without our input." Kayetan quipped and stood up. There was no discontent in his voice; he was merely pointing out the obvious as far as he was concerned. Besides, it was not like he had any other ideas, he had quite literally just set foot onto Lemea. Kayetan set down his pack on the bench and threw his coat over his shoulders before picking it back up and throwing it on. There did not seem to be anything else left to be said; Aerrea had made her decision and Zinzie seemed to be coming along.
"When do we leave?" He asked.
"When do we leave?" He asked.
When Vivien had heard that his team would be going to the Warrior Kingdom, he had mentally prepared himself for a fight. After all, kidnapping royalty from a place that called itself the Warrior Kingdom was certainly going to be no easy feat, even if the team had some semblance of a plan. However, he was unpleasantly surprised by the riddle-locked door his team came across. He had never liked word puzzles, and while most of the disdain he felt towards them could be attributed to his overall unwillingness to speak, he in fact disliked them because he found them to be total wastes of time.
He hopped off the cart and walked towards the door, standing beside the orc - Malakaus, was it - as he read the riddles one by one. All of them looked to be just a bunch of random words put together into something that vaguely made sense, but Vivien decided to give solving them a try anyway. At the very least, he would look helpful and not appear to be the dead weight of the team. The first two riddles stumped Vivien, but the last one looked interesting enough for him to devote more brainpower towards solving it.
Two brothers we are, great burden we bear
By which we are bitterly pressed.
In truth we may say
We are full all the day
But empty we go to our rest.
What am I?
The first thing that came to Vivien's mind echoed Malakaus' suggestion, but while the earth had a great burden to bear, Vivien was hard pressed to think about what sort of burden the sky had. Besides, only the earth was 'bitterly pressed'. The sky was just...There. Focusing on the bit about the items being 'brothers', Vivien thought about items that were similar to one another or came in pairs. Tapping his chin - or the bit of scarf that was over his chin - with a finger, he then tried to narrow the list of items in his head to those that fitted the requirements of the riddle. "Could it-" He began. but then the words all collided with one another somewhere in his throat and came out like a meaningless gurgle. Clearing his throat and pulling down his scarf, he said, "For the last riddle, uh, I was wondering if perhaps the answer is-"
Once again, he was cut off, but this time he could take solace in knowing that it was of no fault of his own. Instead, it was because a wyvern chose that moment to make itself known. "Wyvern!" Vivien shouted out, his voice breaking slightly, and pulled his crossbow from its sheath behind his shoulder. With a touch of a button, the metal limbs sprang into position and readied the pre-loaded bolt for firing. Just before he pulled the trigger, however, the wyvern spoke, apologizing for being late for some reason. It was all very baffling to Vivien, but at least it did not seem to want to eat them. It was intimidating, sure, but it seemed friendly.
Vivien sheepishly collapsed his crossbow and returned it to its sheath. "Sorry about that," He said to the Wyvern, though he wondered if the creature could hear his soft voice. "I, uh, hope you understand. Just being cautious." With that, Vivien turned back to the door and cleared his throat, hoping that the embarrassing situation would somehow clear itself up. "As I was saying," Vivien said to Malakaus. "For the last riddle, I was, um, wondering if perhaps the answer is 'Shoes?' They are similar, like twin brothers, and they are bitterly pressed by the wearers. In the day, they are full with feet but at night they are empty."
He hopped off the cart and walked towards the door, standing beside the orc - Malakaus, was it - as he read the riddles one by one. All of them looked to be just a bunch of random words put together into something that vaguely made sense, but Vivien decided to give solving them a try anyway. At the very least, he would look helpful and not appear to be the dead weight of the team. The first two riddles stumped Vivien, but the last one looked interesting enough for him to devote more brainpower towards solving it.
By which we are bitterly pressed.
In truth we may say
We are full all the day
But empty we go to our rest.
What am I?
The first thing that came to Vivien's mind echoed Malakaus' suggestion, but while the earth had a great burden to bear, Vivien was hard pressed to think about what sort of burden the sky had. Besides, only the earth was 'bitterly pressed'. The sky was just...There. Focusing on the bit about the items being 'brothers', Vivien thought about items that were similar to one another or came in pairs. Tapping his chin - or the bit of scarf that was over his chin - with a finger, he then tried to narrow the list of items in his head to those that fitted the requirements of the riddle. "Could it-" He began. but then the words all collided with one another somewhere in his throat and came out like a meaningless gurgle. Clearing his throat and pulling down his scarf, he said, "For the last riddle, uh, I was wondering if perhaps the answer is-"
Once again, he was cut off, but this time he could take solace in knowing that it was of no fault of his own. Instead, it was because a wyvern chose that moment to make itself known. "Wyvern!" Vivien shouted out, his voice breaking slightly, and pulled his crossbow from its sheath behind his shoulder. With a touch of a button, the metal limbs sprang into position and readied the pre-loaded bolt for firing. Just before he pulled the trigger, however, the wyvern spoke, apologizing for being late for some reason. It was all very baffling to Vivien, but at least it did not seem to want to eat them. It was intimidating, sure, but it seemed friendly.
Vivien sheepishly collapsed his crossbow and returned it to its sheath. "Sorry about that," He said to the Wyvern, though he wondered if the creature could hear his soft voice. "I, uh, hope you understand. Just being cautious." With that, Vivien turned back to the door and cleared his throat, hoping that the embarrassing situation would somehow clear itself up. "As I was saying," Vivien said to Malakaus. "For the last riddle, I was, um, wondering if perhaps the answer is 'Shoes?' They are similar, like twin brothers, and they are bitterly pressed by the wearers. In the day, they are full with feet but at night they are empty."
I feel like I'm going to be such a killjoy since I read those riddles before. ._. It was a slow day in class!
I'll answer one of them, if that's alright?
I'll answer one of them, if that's alright?
Vivien considered himself to be a well-mannered person. After all, the Duke he had served under often punished him by having him sleep in the stables with the horses for simply having poor table manners. However, when he saw the beautiful young woman enter the hall - the one who was now conversing with the orc - it was all Vivien could do to prevent himself from staring at her for an uncomfortable period of time. On one hand, Vivien supposed that he could not be blamed; he was, after all, still a man and he had the capacity to admire beauty. On the other, he felt a certain sense of shame for having such a strong reaction. It was all he could do to thank the Gods above and below for his scarf and hood.
Shaking his head, Vivien returned to piling his plate with various confections. After living on dried meats and biscuits, all the sweet pastries were simply too difficult for him to resist. For a brief moment, he stood still as he weighed the pros and cons of introducing himself to someone at random. It would be the best course of action, seeing as how he was going to be working with them for the foreseeable future, but at the same time, it was something that Vivien wanted to put off for as long as possible. What should he say? Would it not seem weird if he were to simply walk up to someone and tell them his name? What if they did not appreciate his sudden intrusion?
No, it would be far easier, and less risky, for him to just stand in one corner and hope that someone approached him. He quietly slipped away and stood in a corner of the room, knowing full well that he looked either incredibly weird or creepy for looking at everyone socialize while he ate his food, pulling down his scarf to take a bite out of whatever he had in his hand before pulling it back up to cover his face.
Shaking his head, Vivien returned to piling his plate with various confections. After living on dried meats and biscuits, all the sweet pastries were simply too difficult for him to resist. For a brief moment, he stood still as he weighed the pros and cons of introducing himself to someone at random. It would be the best course of action, seeing as how he was going to be working with them for the foreseeable future, but at the same time, it was something that Vivien wanted to put off for as long as possible. What should he say? Would it not seem weird if he were to simply walk up to someone and tell them his name? What if they did not appreciate his sudden intrusion?
No, it would be far easier, and less risky, for him to just stand in one corner and hope that someone approached him. He quietly slipped away and stood in a corner of the room, knowing full well that he looked either incredibly weird or creepy for looking at everyone socialize while he ate his food, pulling down his scarf to take a bite out of whatever he had in his hand before pulling it back up to cover his face.
Welp, I guess 2 weeks is a long enough wait for someone else to post. I'll try to get something up, but the electricity in my house been's going crazy lately. Main circuit breaker's been tripping at the drop of a hat repeatedly, and I'm not gonna write an entire post on my phone. ><''
Everything's satisfactory.
That was the only thing that went through Vivien's head as he listened to the rather inappropriately dressed woman speak. The various penalties for kidnapping, or attempting to kidnap, a princess Miri listed did not exactly faze Vivien too much. True, he did feel rather apprehensive about performing a task where failure meant certain death, but upon thinking about it just ever-so-slightly more, Vivien realized that just about every job he had taken on in the past worked on the same principle. Success meant earning money and other assorted good stuff while failure earned you a ditch, and not even a deep one, mind you. Besides, Vivien had the feeling that if he declined the offer, he would be kicking himself every time the thought of a missed opportunity crossed his mind.
Now, the only issue he had was simply deciding on which team he wanted to join. Both had odd names, and neither seemed to be any better than the other. He tapped his lower lip with a finger as he looked between the sign-up sheets for both teams. Eventually, he decided on the best course of action, which was to just wind it and hope for the best. 'Awesome-The-Best' seemed to have lesser members than the other team, and so Vivien decided that, out of fairness, he would join 'Awesome-The-Best'. After signing his name and feeling rather relieved that he had passed that little hurdle, he looked to the hats where he would have to vote on which princess to go after. With a slight shake of his head, he decided not to vote; whichever princess they went after was of no concern to Vivien, he was pretty sure he would be able to adapt.
With all the administrative stuff done, Vivien turned his attention to the food. He had only just landed in Virnastia a few weeks ago, and throughout his two week-long voyage, he had nothing to eat but fish, dried meats of curious origins and biscuits that were the residences of some unknown insect. Adjusting his hood to shade more of his face and pulling up his scarf to cover more of his face - both habits which he had picked up during the sea voyage; the scarf and hood did wonders to protect him from the annoying sea sprays - he moved towards the tables where the snacks were laid out in all their tasty and probably unhealthy glory.
Yes, everything was satisfactory.
That was the only thing that went through Vivien's head as he listened to the rather inappropriately dressed woman speak. The various penalties for kidnapping, or attempting to kidnap, a princess Miri listed did not exactly faze Vivien too much. True, he did feel rather apprehensive about performing a task where failure meant certain death, but upon thinking about it just ever-so-slightly more, Vivien realized that just about every job he had taken on in the past worked on the same principle. Success meant earning money and other assorted good stuff while failure earned you a ditch, and not even a deep one, mind you. Besides, Vivien had the feeling that if he declined the offer, he would be kicking himself every time the thought of a missed opportunity crossed his mind.
Now, the only issue he had was simply deciding on which team he wanted to join. Both had odd names, and neither seemed to be any better than the other. He tapped his lower lip with a finger as he looked between the sign-up sheets for both teams. Eventually, he decided on the best course of action, which was to just wind it and hope for the best. 'Awesome-The-Best' seemed to have lesser members than the other team, and so Vivien decided that, out of fairness, he would join 'Awesome-The-Best'. After signing his name and feeling rather relieved that he had passed that little hurdle, he looked to the hats where he would have to vote on which princess to go after. With a slight shake of his head, he decided not to vote; whichever princess they went after was of no concern to Vivien, he was pretty sure he would be able to adapt.
With all the administrative stuff done, Vivien turned his attention to the food. He had only just landed in Virnastia a few weeks ago, and throughout his two week-long voyage, he had nothing to eat but fish, dried meats of curious origins and biscuits that were the residences of some unknown insect. Adjusting his hood to shade more of his face and pulling up his scarf to cover more of his face - both habits which he had picked up during the sea voyage; the scarf and hood did wonders to protect him from the annoying sea sprays - he moved towards the tables where the snacks were laid out in all their tasty and probably unhealthy glory.
Yes, everything was satisfactory.
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