Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20131119001848/@comment-933831-20131205055352

Stjarnstill was surprised the thing hadn't crashed, pondering as he landed on a balcony of a house, immediately leaping forward again to catch it, before it got away. He used his speed step to dash onto the top of the craft. A hand raised, a collection of power gathering in his fist, ready to breach the VTOL. And then he-

Ring Ring Ring.

Stjarnstill cocked his head to one side, pulling out his scroll and literally sitting down atop the airjet. A message...

"Err... Stjarnstill... It's Angelica." He smiled, knowing it'd be her. "I've run into some trouble on my way back to Beacon, there are a few lowlife thugs holding up a store I'm near, and... Well, they shot at someone who passed by. I don't like requesting things of one as important as you, but... Could you take care of it?"

Tapping his scroll, he chuckled a bit. "Of course. If anyone's prayers will be answered, it's my angel in white's..." He sent it, and when she sent the coordinates for the store, he realized that's the direction the airjet was flying in. So he merely remained seated.