OOC: Timestamp: Dyo (Spring), 81382 Weather: Stormy, mostly windy Who: Rloa Senjo Wearing: Leather Flying jacket, pants, gloves, Heavy Gloves IC: Rloa fliped a switch on the panel infront of him, Another red light turned on. He looked over, Fuel line gone, great. Just great. He looks out of his frozen window, that engine worked fine, He was flying in a small Airoplane but it had two engines, One on each wing, He looked out of the other window. The engine was frozen. He look over the panel again, with a few adjustments, The Ren light vanish, he looked out again and the engine was starting up. Then he heard something that struck fear into him. "THUNK THUNK SHHHHHHHhhhh<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>hhhh</span>" He standed up from the seat he was sitting in and walks back, he grabs a hatch from the floor and pulled it open. The engines were frozen, and there was a small hole in one, He knew what happen, a spring brook loose and shot out. He had to get off the plane now. He knew that the plane will glide for ten or so minutes before it would just crash into the ground. He walks into the Cargo hold, he was trying to keep his cool, he pulls a lever from the wall of the cargo hold and held on the crates of food shots out of the cargo hold, he knew that they would be fine they won't break from hitting the snow and ice, Himself on the other had not so lucky he stuck in a two way death trap, if he stayed he died from the plane impact, if he didn't stay he would freeze in the air as he decends with his wings. He decided to take his luck in the air. he let goes of the lever and shoots out of the plane like the cargo. Rloa was spining so much in the air that he could not open his wings in fear of having them riped from his body, he fell, He saw the ground getting closer so he took the chance. His wings snaped open and he quickly slowed but not slow enough. He hit the ground and heard a crack, He fought to stay awake... He manges to stand, then walks slowly, he looked around for one of those crates that fell. His left arm was in extream pain and he need something to tie it up so it don't get to worse. He did find one of those crates. He prys it open it open, the food was packaged with diffrent cloth. he grabs it and sits down and ties it into a loop, he puts it around his neck, then with great pains sticks his broken arm in it. He stands back up and walks in the direction his Airoplane was heading, he need to get to that town and get some help, but he had to hurry, if he didn't atleast find shelter, then he would die in the night cold.
OOC: Metarist. Wearing black t-shirt and white shorts with some key chains hanging from his pants. IC: Metarist was in Mr. Senjo's cargo bay hearing the wind go pass though he thought he was still in town, where he started to meditate on his mission. (TOP SECTRET) Meta was in the deep end of his mind, so he didnÂ’t noticed the frosted metallic floor below him; then suddenly CRASH!! a high wind impact made him fly out of the cargo bay door into the snow then a crate fell on him and hammered him deeper into the snow that was underneath him, Meta blinked two times and lay there body numb from the cold.
OOC: Who: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=1551Fautal Vliemd</a> Wearing: Sweater topped with a heavy coat and snowpants. IC: Fautal saw the aircraft was in trouble as he saw that it was losing altitude. He said to his assistant director Khuyt that he was going out for a bit. He switched to quadriped and followed in the direction the aircraft was falling.
Rloa, slowly walked across the field of snow, he manges to spot a good pile of crates, mabe a tent a burner fell out of his Airocraft to. or mabe not, but he forgot about his pains as he runs to crates, only to take notice of his Airoplane it self, it looked like it did a complet nose dive, he moved closer, but he noticed black cloth out of the cornor of his eye, he looks over to see someone crushed under a container. He quickly moves over to the crate.
<span style='color:gray'>"ow"</span> Meta said as he slowly twitched his fingers <span style='color:gray'> this is a big drag. </span> he thought soon after, <span style='color:gray'>i need to get out</span>. Meta dragged his aching arms under the crate more and lifted then threw it over his legs "ow" Meta said again he stood up and took this black cloth off his nose then suddenly he felt his wings were as bent as scrunched paper. <span style='color:gray'>"ooowww!"</span> he said amusingly thinking his wings was the things that saved his life. "Umm hello." A stranger said "wa!" Meta quickly swung to his left in alarm just to see a blue pendragon with a broken arm.
OOC: I'm sorry but i have to post this for future refrence. <table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td>CODE </td></tr><tr><td id='CODE'>"Umm hello." A stranger said "wa!" Meta quickly swung to his left in alarm just to see a blue pendragon with a broken arm.</td></tr></table> From what I'm taking, that is forcing Rloa to do something, and that a Big no no, even though is something small. I don't want it to end up escalating, because for all you know Rloa could just like jump on you and eat your brains. But please, unless it a NPC don't do it.
OOC: ok now i feel bad oh. ok let me change this. IC: <span style='color:gray'>"ooowww!"</span> he said amusingly thinking his wings was the things that saved his life. Meta got up and took a good look around. right, behind then left. <span style='color:gray'>"wa!" </span>he said when he saw the blue pendragon standing next to him.
IC: Fautal had been running for over an hour and still he didn't see the wreckage of the aircraft. He just saw a column of smoke drifting from the point of impact. He hoped that he was running in the right direction and he continued on. He was a little confused as to how the aircraft could have failed. He knew how skilled they can be and it is only on the very rare occasion that they make a mistake. No matter, he kept running until he spotted the wreckage and two ardens. He approached cautiously, with a downed aircraft you never know what might happen. "Are you two ok?" Fautal yelled out.
Rloa opens his mouth to say to the startled idiot, that he going to freeze to death, when someone else mange to pop up into his little adventure, He was asked if he was ok. <span style='color:blue'> "No! I have a broken arm and the fool is in shorts."</span> Rloa took a deep breath trying to keep calm. <span style='color:blue'>"Is there some were we can get warm? I'm more worried about Him dieing first."</span> he waves his hand in the person in shorts.
"Are you two ok?" Faultal yelled out. Meta never felt so cold in his life... except when he was in training in some magical ice cave."Cold, COld,COLD I think my wings are gonna break." He managed to say in the back ground before Rloa got to say <span style='color:blue'>"No! I have a broken arm and the fool is in shorts." </span>Rloa took a deep breath looking like he was trying to keep calm. <span style='color:blue'>"Is there some were we can get warm? I'm more worried about Him dieing first."</span> he waves his hand to Meta in shorts. Meta shivers then slowly in a cold perspective gets up and beingÂ’s to mutter a spell..... but fails doing so.
IC: Fautal cursed to himself. This would be a little hard to get both of them out at the same time, and to top it off one of them isn't dressed for the type of conditions that are in the area. After thinking of all the survival tactics he knew he told the arden that had just replied, "Do you have anything to cover him up with? We can't leave him exposed for long."
Rloa shakes his head, <span style='color:blue'>"Not with out compomising this broken arm any further."</span> The he closed his eyes, he then opened them and looked to the down Airoplane. <span style='color:blue'>"Raid that see what you can find."</span>
Meta looked at the strangers in the most confusing state their lips were moving but werenÂ’t making any sound the blue pendragon looked at the airplane for some reason but he could not stand this any longer he forced his hands into his pockets and pulled out a scroll labeled *fire orb for cold situations.* held it in front of the two pendragons; the spell was a weak spell but he trusted they could do magic to keep him alive long enough for what they were planning.
OOC: I don't know exactly what you want the effect of the spell be. So I'll improvise. IC: Before Fautal went into the plane he saw the arden on the ground hold up a scroll. He looked at it and saw that it was a scroll that could possibly warm him up. He quickly looked at it and saw that it said "fire orb for cold situations". He quickly read the words on it and an orb of fire appeared and the area around them became noticably warmer. Fautal looked at the arden on the ground and said, "You are extremely lucky to have had this. Still it can't last forever, we need to find something to cover you up."
OOC: nice you got what I was thinking. IC: Meta bowed as much as his body can handle then looked at the blue pendragon in a sharp look and quickly looked at the airplane, trying to tell him "begin what you planed." he also wanted to give the blue stranger more credit for what he has done.
<span style='color:blue'>"Nothing in the front will be usable, it more then likely it all destroyed."</span> studyed the Airoplane hull. <span style='color:blue'>"When you go in, stay away from any liquids, If your tail flame gets to close to the fuel, you will be going up with anything in the Airoplane.</span>
Fautal looked back at Rloa and said, "I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Is there any extra clothing inside that you may have packed?"
Cold and grey Meta was he guessed ten seconds left till the fire orb ran out. "food supplies please, just in case we get lost." Meta said coldly <span style='color:gray'> Look at the bright side, the food would be cooked </span> he thought "let me help you with this one." Meta picked a spell out of his head and muttered "veja yjr tluj veja ryls" the fire orb withered and suddenly a small flame came out of meta's hand "fire bolt!" said Meta as he held his paw in front of him, aiming at the air plane. Meta was terribly weakened by this spell as a fast lightning bolt of fire came out of Meta's hand and hit the hull of the plane and just disappeared "hmm?" Meta mumbled "it should have weakened it."
<span style='color:blue'>"THE HELL!"</span> He watched helplessly as the fire bolt hit the hull and dissapated. <span style='color:blue'>"What did i just say!? Fire and Airoplane fuel is bad!"</span> Rloa shooked his head at the stupid action. <span style='color:blue'>"You know if you asked, there more then one way in.</span>
"Hey I aimed at the front of the plane, there's no fuel there! And plus its magic it always has safe guards!" Meta said. <span style='color:gray'> no wonder the fire bolt disappeared </span> he thought. at all the rushing Metarist breathed in and out then said "well your right, luckily the orb was weakened at the time and I weakened the hull, it should be easier for Fautal to break in."
