Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-30396618-20140521090232/@comment-24304510-20140522051416

Once again, Lanse found himself flying through the air. And, once again, he realized that he didn't have a landing strategy. With tears in his eyes, he clutched the girl with all of his might. As she jumped down towards the ground, he couldn't help but feel both emasculated and awed by the girl, she didn't lose her cool at all upon being flung into open space.

As they dropped down to the forest floor, Lanse repeated his actions from initiation, dropping to all fours and thanking the ground for being stable and for letting him live on it. As he got up, he heard the girl talking about missing curfew. It was a bit of a strange statement for this situation, and he couldn't help but be a bit incredulous.

"Late for curfew? We just got blasted off into Grimm-filled woods in the middle of the night! And I don't know about you, but I didn't bring my weapon with me." Looking at where she was gazing, Lanse found he couldn't see the tower from his vantage point. "Do you know which way we came from? ...My eyes were kinda closed." He admitted this last part sheepishly, this wasn't the time or place for pride.