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10th Aura | Action
[Action at Nova City]
[For the most part, Jaune felt like while he couldn't always take what this place dished out, he could roll with the punches. He had a lot of practice with it, after all. A headache thanks to a set of horns and a ruined bunny t-shirt courtesy of a pair of wings would probably be a considered an inconvenience at best. And honestly, it kind of was. He had already knocked over a lot of things--and people--with his wings. They kept twitching as he tried getting more accustomed to them. Once they felt more natural and not just like two entirely foreign appendages stuck to his shoulder-blades, he wanted to test them out. He didn't consider that he might be an Incubus. He didn't care where they came from or why they were there. He could even ignore the horns.
Instead of picking a nice, relatively open place to test out his abilities, like Attleton or Fayren, he picked Nova City, mostly because he already lived there. With its daunting skyscrapers and flying vehicles, even in the dark, it probably wasn't the best choice.
It definitely isn't the best choice. Without the ruined remains of his t-shirt, Jaune is shirtless and flying into a lot of objects. He seems to think that by flying faster, he'll somehow be better and dodging too, which doesn't work at all. Sometimes he'll impact something so hard he falls on the ground, but he keeps trying, ignoring the way his head increasingly feels worse.
He's acting stupid and reckless. But this is the closest he's felt to invincible. He has to take advantage of it while it lasts.
Feel free to jump out of his way or approach him when he falls and keeps trying this out. On the bright side, he's actually smiling faintly.]
[Action at Remnant House]
[Eventually, he ends up returning to the house. It's late, probably around 3am at this point. Normally, he wouldn't even think of sleeping, but he's exhausted. Flying is tough. He's just going to...sit on the couch and hope his horns or wings don't ruin it if he jumps up or moves in general.]
[For the most part, Jaune felt like while he couldn't always take what this place dished out, he could roll with the punches. He had a lot of practice with it, after all. A headache thanks to a set of horns and a ruined bunny t-shirt courtesy of a pair of wings would probably be a considered an inconvenience at best. And honestly, it kind of was. He had already knocked over a lot of things--and people--with his wings. They kept twitching as he tried getting more accustomed to them. Once they felt more natural and not just like two entirely foreign appendages stuck to his shoulder-blades, he wanted to test them out. He didn't consider that he might be an Incubus. He didn't care where they came from or why they were there. He could even ignore the horns.
Instead of picking a nice, relatively open place to test out his abilities, like Attleton or Fayren, he picked Nova City, mostly because he already lived there. With its daunting skyscrapers and flying vehicles, even in the dark, it probably wasn't the best choice.
It definitely isn't the best choice. Without the ruined remains of his t-shirt, Jaune is shirtless and flying into a lot of objects. He seems to think that by flying faster, he'll somehow be better and dodging too, which doesn't work at all. Sometimes he'll impact something so hard he falls on the ground, but he keeps trying, ignoring the way his head increasingly feels worse.
He's acting stupid and reckless. But this is the closest he's felt to invincible. He has to take advantage of it while it lasts.
Feel free to jump out of his way or approach him when he falls and keeps trying this out. On the bright side, he's actually smiling faintly.]
[Action at Remnant House]
[Eventually, he ends up returning to the house. It's late, probably around 3am at this point. Normally, he wouldn't even think of sleeping, but he's exhausted. Flying is tough. He's just going to...sit on the couch and hope his horns or wings don't ruin it if he jumps up or moves in general.]
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I don't think you could do anything wrong with me. You're way to considerate for that. If you need help and I'm capable of it, I'd do it. ...Yeah. It- Yeah. [ he looks down then back up with a small half smile ] Just her. But there was a bird me around because of alternate timeline shit. Like, I had big ass crow wings. We have a Bruce Willis. What about Stiller? Tell me you have a Ben Stiller.
Oh my god. You've never even seen us. [ dave's transparent ghostliness temporarily gained a little red hue. he covers his face for a moment. ] What do you feel like? Are you tired? I think our first impression went okay.