Post by ParamountKeymaster on Jul 28, 2018 20:57:01 GMT -5
As the rain continued to pour all around him, Mic flew through the city swiftly and silently, riding the wind and swerving between the buildings near effortlessly. He didn't dare look back for fear that he would do something regretful, staring ahead with dread in his eyes and his lower lip clamped between his teeth. He only slowed down and lowered himself to the ground once he was certain he had put enough distance between him and the scene he had just left.
Sure enough, when Mic checked his surroundings, he couldn't even see the ship through the grey haze or hear the commotion currently taking place aboard it. He was alone, lost in this strange city in this strange world.
"GAAAAAHHH, WHY DID I DO THAT?!" he suddenly exclaimed, running his hands through his dampened curls as he began a frantic pace. "THEY'RE BACK THERE BUSTING THEIR BEHINDS AGAINST THAT DEMON AND THE HUMANS AND THE WORCESTER BOY AND I JUST LEFT THEM!!! WHAT KIND OF SOLDIER AM I?! HOW COULD I JUST LEAVE THEM BEHIND LIKE THAT?! Well, yeah, okay, they told me to, BUT SURELY THERE MUST'VE BEEN SOMETHING I COULD'VE DONE TO HELP INSTEAD OF STANDING AROUND AND SCURRYING AWAY USEL- NO!!!"
SMACK
One slap to the face later, Mic stood up straight, put his hands on his hips, and cast a bold smile at nothing in particular. "Get it together, Micrathene, old boy! It's not like you're abandoning them! You can still uphold your duties to Paradiso even when you're away from the action! Pfft, because let's be fair here, you don't exactly belong in a firefight! HA HA!"
He raised a fist to the heavens. "I may not be a fighter, but I AM STILL A PIVOTAL COG IN THIS WELL-OILED MACHINE! I HAVE BEEN ENTRUSTED WITH A GREAT AND NOBLE TASK ON BEHALF OF THE ALMIGHTY COUNCILANGEL BENNU GNOWEE! AND BY FARAVAHAR, I WILL NOT LET HER DOWN!!!"
Then Mic reached inside his coat and whipped out the device he finished that morning and had since been storing in his inner pocket. "And with my latest invention, I will ensure that this mission is carried out as quickly and efficiently as it possibly can be! SO LET'S FIRE IT UP AND GET THIS SEARCH PARTY UNDERWAY!"
With the metallic remote in hand, Mic turned a small dial, causing the device to hum to life. The bulb on top flickered until the light came on, the compass in the center started twitching, and Mic himself giggled with excitement. Soon the little machine was calibrated, the arrow pointing to his right, prompting him to dash ahead in that direction.
"YES! YESYESYESYES YEEEEESSSSS!!!" he squealed as he scampered down the sidewalk. "HE'S CLOSE! I JUST KNOW IT! OHHHHH, THE AUTOMATRACKER IS WORKING LIKE A CHARM! HE'S GOTTA BE-!"
He skidded to a halt beneath a streetlight, staring blankly at the remote when the arrow wobbled slightly, then instantly swiveled around to point in the direction he just came from. "Or... he's... back that way? Well, maybe he's on the move or...!"
His short burst of enthusiasm quickly faltered when the compass arrow started spinning around in its case, slowly at first, then at a nauseating speed. The remote suddenly started to heat up, the metal casing quickly reaching a literal red-hot temperature that would've burned anyone else's hand. On top of that, it seemed to get... heavier. But... to the side...? Towards the streetlight...?
"Oh, doggoned doofers..."
Mic hastily let go of the remote, turned around and high-tailed it, barely even noticing as the device shot towards the streetlight and clung to the metallic pole with intense magnetism. Not two seconds later...
ZZZZZZZZZZ-KRAK
...the remote exploded in a small but blinding burst of fire and sparks, leaving a sizable dent in the streetlight and causing its own lightbulb to burst in an intense flash of white. Soon thereafter, there was an ear-piercing CREEEEEAAAAAK followed by a definite CRASH as the pole bent inward and ultimately collapsed onto the street.
Mic watched this occur from a safe distance of fifty feet, teeth gritted, hand repeatedly reaching out and curling back up against his chest. "Tch... Kkkkkhhhhh... Errrrr... Oooooh... Uhhhhh... Hmmmmm... Welllll... IIIII'm... sure that's salvageabllllle... Ummmmm... NOT MY LIGHT, NOT MY PROBLEM!"
Once again, the yellow-green angel turned and anxiously ran away from the scene, eventually ducking behind a building and catching his breath. The look on his face was one of disappointment, both at the destruction and at himself. Another invention come and gone, just like that.
Eventually, he mustered a smile. "Hey, come on, it's not so bad. It's not like this is the first time this has happened! Or the... sixty-second, BUT NO MATTER!" He raised a finger very matter-of-factually. "I MUST NOT LET THIS SETBACK DETER ME FROM MY MISSION! I'll just have to find Perdix the old-fashioned way! With keen, fine-tuned, quick-witted avian instinct! Now... if I were a missing Malakim with crucial information and no convenient way home, where would I be hiding?"
A thunderclap drew Mic's attention back to the patch of clouds in the ship's vicinity. Inside the grey mists, he could see faint flashes of white.
A snicker escaped his throat as he stared straight up into the sky, the rain falling on his face. "Probably not out here in this storm, that's for darn sure! Maybe I oughta find a dry place to get my bearings back in order."
With that said, Mic happily circled around to the front of the building he had been hiding behind, pushing open the first door he could find and stepping inside the dry, sheltered sanctuary.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh..." With a sigh of relief, Mic shook his jacket off, then he spread his wings and flapped them until they were as dry as he could get them. Then he looked around, finding himself in the company of a small group, mostly comprised of humans, to which he offered a nonchalant wave. "Morning!"
No one responded. He didn't even seem to notice that they were all glaring at him, let alone that he had inadvertently soaked most of them whilst drying himself off.
Ever blissful, Mic strolled deeper inside, hands in his pockets and eyes full of wonder as he discovered that he had wandered into heaven. Or, more accurately, a museum, which might as well have been heaven to the overeager bookworm. Soon enough, he found himself surrounded by artifacts and replicas from innumerable worlds and eras, his smile growing by the second as he took in the new and curious sights. Displays containing strange weapons, sacred relics, bizarre taxidermy creatures, all of them accompanied by detailed descriptions of what they were and what universe they were from. His recent mistakes were long forgotten, for fortune had smiled upon him.
"Wow...! Artifacts and treasures from beyond the beyond! So much to see! So much to learn! I...! No, no, Mic. You're not here to sight see. You're here to find Perdix, the sooner, the better. ......Even if it means searching high and low through every nook and cranny that this museum of wonders has to offer!"
Oh, this was going to be fun.
Sure enough, when Mic checked his surroundings, he couldn't even see the ship through the grey haze or hear the commotion currently taking place aboard it. He was alone, lost in this strange city in this strange world.
"GAAAAAHHH, WHY DID I DO THAT?!" he suddenly exclaimed, running his hands through his dampened curls as he began a frantic pace. "THEY'RE BACK THERE BUSTING THEIR BEHINDS AGAINST THAT DEMON AND THE HUMANS AND THE WORCESTER BOY AND I JUST LEFT THEM!!! WHAT KIND OF SOLDIER AM I?! HOW COULD I JUST LEAVE THEM BEHIND LIKE THAT?! Well, yeah, okay, they told me to, BUT SURELY THERE MUST'VE BEEN SOMETHING I COULD'VE DONE TO HELP INSTEAD OF STANDING AROUND AND SCURRYING AWAY USEL- NO!!!"
SMACK
One slap to the face later, Mic stood up straight, put his hands on his hips, and cast a bold smile at nothing in particular. "Get it together, Micrathene, old boy! It's not like you're abandoning them! You can still uphold your duties to Paradiso even when you're away from the action! Pfft, because let's be fair here, you don't exactly belong in a firefight! HA HA!"
He raised a fist to the heavens. "I may not be a fighter, but I AM STILL A PIVOTAL COG IN THIS WELL-OILED MACHINE! I HAVE BEEN ENTRUSTED WITH A GREAT AND NOBLE TASK ON BEHALF OF THE ALMIGHTY COUNCILANGEL BENNU GNOWEE! AND BY FARAVAHAR, I WILL NOT LET HER DOWN!!!"
Then Mic reached inside his coat and whipped out the device he finished that morning and had since been storing in his inner pocket. "And with my latest invention, I will ensure that this mission is carried out as quickly and efficiently as it possibly can be! SO LET'S FIRE IT UP AND GET THIS SEARCH PARTY UNDERWAY!"
With the metallic remote in hand, Mic turned a small dial, causing the device to hum to life. The bulb on top flickered until the light came on, the compass in the center started twitching, and Mic himself giggled with excitement. Soon the little machine was calibrated, the arrow pointing to his right, prompting him to dash ahead in that direction.
"YES! YESYESYESYES YEEEEESSSSS!!!" he squealed as he scampered down the sidewalk. "HE'S CLOSE! I JUST KNOW IT! OHHHHH, THE AUTOMATRACKER IS WORKING LIKE A CHARM! HE'S GOTTA BE-!"
He skidded to a halt beneath a streetlight, staring blankly at the remote when the arrow wobbled slightly, then instantly swiveled around to point in the direction he just came from. "Or... he's... back that way? Well, maybe he's on the move or...!"
His short burst of enthusiasm quickly faltered when the compass arrow started spinning around in its case, slowly at first, then at a nauseating speed. The remote suddenly started to heat up, the metal casing quickly reaching a literal red-hot temperature that would've burned anyone else's hand. On top of that, it seemed to get... heavier. But... to the side...? Towards the streetlight...?
"Oh, doggoned doofers..."
Mic hastily let go of the remote, turned around and high-tailed it, barely even noticing as the device shot towards the streetlight and clung to the metallic pole with intense magnetism. Not two seconds later...
ZZZZZZZZZZ-KRAK
...the remote exploded in a small but blinding burst of fire and sparks, leaving a sizable dent in the streetlight and causing its own lightbulb to burst in an intense flash of white. Soon thereafter, there was an ear-piercing CREEEEEAAAAAK followed by a definite CRASH as the pole bent inward and ultimately collapsed onto the street.
Mic watched this occur from a safe distance of fifty feet, teeth gritted, hand repeatedly reaching out and curling back up against his chest. "Tch... Kkkkkhhhhh... Errrrr... Oooooh... Uhhhhh... Hmmmmm... Welllll... IIIII'm... sure that's salvageabllllle... Ummmmm... NOT MY LIGHT, NOT MY PROBLEM!"
Once again, the yellow-green angel turned and anxiously ran away from the scene, eventually ducking behind a building and catching his breath. The look on his face was one of disappointment, both at the destruction and at himself. Another invention come and gone, just like that.
Eventually, he mustered a smile. "Hey, come on, it's not so bad. It's not like this is the first time this has happened! Or the... sixty-second, BUT NO MATTER!" He raised a finger very matter-of-factually. "I MUST NOT LET THIS SETBACK DETER ME FROM MY MISSION! I'll just have to find Perdix the old-fashioned way! With keen, fine-tuned, quick-witted avian instinct! Now... if I were a missing Malakim with crucial information and no convenient way home, where would I be hiding?"
A thunderclap drew Mic's attention back to the patch of clouds in the ship's vicinity. Inside the grey mists, he could see faint flashes of white.
A snicker escaped his throat as he stared straight up into the sky, the rain falling on his face. "Probably not out here in this storm, that's for darn sure! Maybe I oughta find a dry place to get my bearings back in order."
With that said, Mic happily circled around to the front of the building he had been hiding behind, pushing open the first door he could find and stepping inside the dry, sheltered sanctuary.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh..." With a sigh of relief, Mic shook his jacket off, then he spread his wings and flapped them until they were as dry as he could get them. Then he looked around, finding himself in the company of a small group, mostly comprised of humans, to which he offered a nonchalant wave. "Morning!"
No one responded. He didn't even seem to notice that they were all glaring at him, let alone that he had inadvertently soaked most of them whilst drying himself off.
Ever blissful, Mic strolled deeper inside, hands in his pockets and eyes full of wonder as he discovered that he had wandered into heaven. Or, more accurately, a museum, which might as well have been heaven to the overeager bookworm. Soon enough, he found himself surrounded by artifacts and replicas from innumerable worlds and eras, his smile growing by the second as he took in the new and curious sights. Displays containing strange weapons, sacred relics, bizarre taxidermy creatures, all of them accompanied by detailed descriptions of what they were and what universe they were from. His recent mistakes were long forgotten, for fortune had smiled upon him.
"Wow...! Artifacts and treasures from beyond the beyond! So much to see! So much to learn! I...! No, no, Mic. You're not here to sight see. You're here to find Perdix, the sooner, the better. ......Even if it means searching high and low through every nook and cranny that this museum of wonders has to offer!"
Oh, this was going to be fun.
