Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20160403073608/@comment-24416658-20161110070330

"Oh my dust...." Seiriol muttered, looking at what she and her dad had just done to her glider. Her father finished his work and stepped back, sighing and removing his gloves.

"Beauty, ain't she?" he said with a smile, "Much easier to bring out and put away, stronger material, more durable and elastic frame. Wearing this baby will basically be having wings of your own." He went to say something else, but was cut off by a powerful strike to the stomach, causing the air in his lungs to quickly vacate.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" Seiriol said, her hug being the source of her father's newfound lung capacity, "Dad, I can't thank you enough, seriously!" Her father chuckled, ruffling her hair with his left, non-mechanical hand.

"Just keep doing your work, Seiriol," he said, "And if you find the bastards that took this hand...." Seiriol smiled.

"Send 'em screaming off their ship," she finished, "I promise, dad." Reaching up, she gave her father a kiss on the cheek, rapidly put on her new wingsuit exoskeleton, and ran out, looking for her captain.