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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Sept 6, 2009 15:32:01 GMT -5
Skystrike does a fancy little middair transformation flip before touching down onto the sim room's floor with a small hop before she manages to supress the onrush of giddiness and recompose herself. She gives Misfire a pointedly dull look in answer to his question before rumbling to herself and going onto inspecting her wings and canards for any damage.
No, she hadn't had more fun than she'd expected. Not at all.
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Fleetwind
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The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
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Post by Fleetwind on Sept 6, 2009 23:00:39 GMT -5
Fleetwind finally touches down. In the lead at the start, in the rear at the end. Ah, well.
He strides towards the door of the sim room.
"Time to trade the hallways with the sky ways, I suppose," he answers, stepping through and out of the thread.
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