Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150502044323/@comment-24147026-20160610093527

Tuckyr stared down the row as the students were jettisoned off like hormone-filled missiles meant to bombard the forest below. He was lucky enough to have the time to mentally prepare himself for the launch, the air in his stomach quickly being pressed out of him and quickly refilled as he let out a scream towards the heavens he was barely scraping by.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiinssssssboooooooroooooo!"

The ground below him flew by as he moved into a safer position, keeping his head between his arms and folding his legs into his stomach (another advantage one had when they had an actual layer of armor on). He rolled through the air, like a grey-teal cannonball, and to the outside observer he would seem more like a meteorite. To him, nobody fell with as much style as him. He chanced a look at his fellow air-borne students, laughing at how pathetic they all seemed.

He should have been paying attention to where he was landing.

A multitude of trees bared down at him at all angle, his armor and aura did their best to ensure any damage done to him was minimal at worst, positively non-existent at best. He fell fast, and he only came to an abrupt stop when he hit a grand tree head-on, the bark of it's base cracking and splintering with the impact. It took him a few moments to entangle himself from himself. He used the tree to prop himself back up onto unsteady feet, that threatened to drop him right back onto the ground below. He could barely look up, the world around was a dizzying array of slightly moving vegetation and a drumming pain that seemed to beat across his skull. He moved his hands to the temple of his head to try and steady himself, feeling the beginning of a bump forming on his head. He was worried, sickeningly so, but was quickly distracted when he heard the soft sobbing. At first, he considered the notion that it was himself, but that was ridiculous, Gainsboro's did not cry lightly, and especially if it was over a simple physical wound.

In his delirium, that only meant it could be one person. One person who mattered more than his own health. "Fei?"

"Fei is that you?" He stumbled forward as he called out, trying to locate the source of the crying. A part of him knew Fei had been gone for years, but he just couldn't believe that at the moment. "F-fei what's wrong?"

His heavy footsteps almost echoed out as he rounded a few bushes, hurrying to help his friend. As the crying grew louder, Tuckyr stopped in his tracks when he found where it was coming from, his legs beneath him threatening to buckle. Instead of a muted yellow dress and wide doll-like eyes, there was a mess of green and tears flowing from a downcast face.

"You're not Fei?" He questioned, as if Laura Evergreen could even understand who he was referring to. Still, she was crying, he wondered why. He remember being angry at her for some reason, a flare of the emotion running through him, but he couldn't understand why that was. She was obviously sad, Fei would be mad at him if he didn't try to comfort someone. "What's wrong? D-did you hit a tree too? Those guys are jerks, I bet they'll be turned into paper one day, then we can draw on them! That'll teach them."

He nodded in his confidence of that fact, his head still thrumming in pain.