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vatheon2013-06-16 03:02 pm
fallenstar) wrote in vatheon2013-06-16 03:02 pm
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Experiments in flight
Who: Jet Link and anyone who happens to be around
Where: The island
When: During the day of the 15th
Style: Whatever works for you
Status: Open
Working was suffering when you hadn't worked a day in your life, but it was worth it to be able to get some more fuel for his jets. It figured that the only place he could get the stuff was from the one place in the entire city where you had to pay for stuff. It just meant that, unless he wanted to get a steady job (god forbid), he'd have to be more conscious of how often he flew around.
More limitations. He hated limitations.
This, he'd decided, was not wasting the fuel, however. It was really no different than what he'd be doing if he wasn't the only one of the team around. Jet had heard there was a barrier around the island, the only place that one could conceivably leave this place from, but he couldn't seem to find any information where the boundaries were or how high it went. That was why he was on the island now.
The New Yorker took off from the beach and flew (slowly) until his hand touched the invisible barrier a fair distance out into the ocean. He went from there. Sure enough, all the way around the circumference of the island was this invisible wall and not a crack or flaw on it. Back to where he'd started, Jet flew up, keeping his hand lightly to the barrier in hopes that he'd find the edge.
After about an hour and a half of going up and no change, he gave up. There really didn't seem to be a way out and, if he flew any longer, he'd face the dilemma of being too high and not enough fuel to get him down again.
He'd had enough crashing for one lifetime.
In his frustration, he unholstered his blaster and shot at the thing with the plasma setting, hoping the fire power would leave a mark....but there was nothing. It just hit the barrier and fizzled out.
He sighed and drifted back down to the beach till he could safely cut his rockets and sat in the sand. "Rats."
Where: The island
When: During the day of the 15th
Style: Whatever works for you
Status: Open
Working was suffering when you hadn't worked a day in your life, but it was worth it to be able to get some more fuel for his jets. It figured that the only place he could get the stuff was from the one place in the entire city where you had to pay for stuff. It just meant that, unless he wanted to get a steady job (god forbid), he'd have to be more conscious of how often he flew around.
More limitations. He hated limitations.
This, he'd decided, was not wasting the fuel, however. It was really no different than what he'd be doing if he wasn't the only one of the team around. Jet had heard there was a barrier around the island, the only place that one could conceivably leave this place from, but he couldn't seem to find any information where the boundaries were or how high it went. That was why he was on the island now.
The New Yorker took off from the beach and flew (slowly) until his hand touched the invisible barrier a fair distance out into the ocean. He went from there. Sure enough, all the way around the circumference of the island was this invisible wall and not a crack or flaw on it. Back to where he'd started, Jet flew up, keeping his hand lightly to the barrier in hopes that he'd find the edge.
After about an hour and a half of going up and no change, he gave up. There really didn't seem to be a way out and, if he flew any longer, he'd face the dilemma of being too high and not enough fuel to get him down again.
He'd had enough crashing for one lifetime.
In his frustration, he unholstered his blaster and shot at the thing with the plasma setting, hoping the fire power would leave a mark....but there was nothing. It just hit the barrier and fizzled out.
He sighed and drifted back down to the beach till he could safely cut his rockets and sat in the sand. "Rats."
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It's a beautiful day, and the beach always has the possibility of running into an old face, or a new one. Being the social butterfly he is, Zack can't resist the opportunity to meet new people.
Especially one with... was that a jet pack on the bottom of his shoes?
Zack watched in fascination as Jet descended from the sky. He's seen a lot of things in his time, but a jet pack thing on your shoes? That was pretty new.
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Yeah, maybe using his jets like that wasn't the smoothest move, one Gilmore would probably have a thing or two to say about, but it really didn't matter now. He smirked and looked over his shoulder, vaguely recognizing the guy as someone he'd talked to once over the starfish thing. "Hey. You come for a show? Wasn't all that entertaining, I'll bet."
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He uses fly in the loosest sense. Clearly Jet doesn't have wings, and his flight is only possible due to the technology on hand.
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He glanced at Zack's leg before turning his eyes back to the ocean. "With all the special things around here and...magic, I'd think there'd be something a little more efficient than time to fix you up."
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