Take to the Sky (any character that can fly)

OoC: This is for anyone with a character that can fly or something of that nature...... Max shall be..... When I think there is enough.... I'm not sure how many exactly though. I'm using Gloria link in sig! ^^

Bic: “Wow! Would ya’ look at that! A contest flyer! I haven’t seen one of those in ages!” Gloria marveled as she stared upon bright orange flyers.

She had entered a town called Arinoa and it seemed the town was preparing for the towns annual flying race. Gloria was thrilled to find out that for the first time in the town’s history they were allowing anyone to enter.

“This will be so much fun!” She said enthusiastically. Her wings fluttered with delight.

As she inspected the flyers she they read:

Arinoa’s BIG flying race!!!
Friday @ 12:00PM
Anyone eligible!
3rd: place: cash prize
2nd place: Trophy and cash prize
1st place: Trophy, cash prize, and a mystery prize

“Hmm….. Today being Thursday I got here JUST in time!” Gloria said beaming with delight. “Maybe I should scope out the competition though….”

Gloria went to the registration location for the race and after signing up she began to look at her competitors. Soon she realized that no one there even caught her interest. That is until someone swung open the doors and stepped in with such a presence that Gloria knew this was going to be an interesting race.

OoC: Yes I know it's short, but it's just an intro.....

OoC: Sweet. I've got wings. And things. Kellson is post 683, Character List

IC: Kellson pushed the double doors open at the same time, allowing the sunlight to frame him in the doorway. He grinned under his cowl; dramatic entrances were fun to play out with. Striding to the registration desk, he answered the questions quickly in monotone. Even races started slow.

"And how shall you be flying, sir?" the receptionist asked. Kellson smiled again; it was obvious she was more bored than he was.

"Wings."

"Let's see them, then."

Kellson flexed his back, allowing his hidden wings to unfold to their largest extent with a flourish. The receptionist eyed them approvingly.

"Good luck then, sir. Most of them use magic to fly. Not as interesting, I think."

"Not nearly as fun, either," Kellson agreed. He nodded to her and sat down on a bench, examining his opponents. The clerk was right; only a handful showed wings. One of them, a shortish fairy type, fluttered over to him like a hummingbird. Her wings were very colorful, and Kellson hid a smirk. An archangel fighting a fairy, and who would win? Of course, he wasn't even dead yet, but someday...

Before he knew it, the fairy thing was talking to him.

OoC: Kick things off? I have no idea about anything with Gloria except that she's more hyper than a kid that's been sucking sugar nonstop.

OoC: Sorry about that I forgot to mention her link is in my sig. Anyway, I can't wait until more people join the races. ^^

BiC: “Hey!” Gloria said brightly to the man who had just walked in. “What’s your name?”

“Kellson.” He replied.

“Hey Kellson! I’m Gloria! You seem like a good flyer.” She said clasping her hands together. “I look forward to competing with you!”

Gloria giggled in delight and skipped off leaving Kellson by himself.

“That looks like a worthy competitor! I can’t wait to find how many more there shall be tomorrow!”

Gloria walked off toward her place of residence for the night and got prepared for a good rest seeing as the next day she would get to fly against Kellson and any other good flyers.

The next day……
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Gloria flew toward the registration location to find a line of people and creatures alike waiting to fly in the big race. As she expected there were many more competitors here today then the previous day.

She knew that people from all places would be entering the race. She looked around and saw that there were some that made her feel a bit intimidated, but she would never back down! Not when she was so determined to win.

She had a couple hours before the race started and she was going to look around and find more interesting people.

Wait, are you using Celia, or Gloria, or both?

Sorry! O.O I typed Celia by accident..... Seeing as I use her a lot..... >.> Sorry! I'm using Gloria. Horrible typo......

IC: Kellson strolled up the stairs to the building's roof, where the race would begin. He caught sight of the fairy girl from yesterday and chuckled softly. Hyyyyyyyyper.

Looking around, he beat his wings casually, sending a gust of air to knock over a stack of food boxes at a vendor's cart. As the man stooped to retrieve them, Kellson palmed an apple and small bread slice from the counter, dropping the apple into his bag for Norman the hedgehog. He wolfed the bread down and folded his wings beneath his skin once more. They were sensitive, and there was no point in getting them hurt on accident. He looked over the competetors once more. None of them looked very tough. Most of them were armed, which made Kellson smile. If they were armed, they expected trouble. So, it wasn't only a race.

"Hiya, Kellson!"

Kellson turned to see Gloria standing there. "Uh, hey...Gloria, right?"

"Yeah!" she said, waving. "Wow, I'm excited. Some of these guys look tough to beat!"

Casting a dubious eye once more over the others, Kellson shrugged. "Maybe a few, but not very many. Most of them look tough in another way."

"Oh, the weapons? I'm sure it's just for protection or hunting for food," she assured him.

Protection from what? he thought, grinning inwardly. He nodded to her and walked away. More venders had set up their carts and stalls nearby. He sauntered over to a few and looked them over. Food, some weapons. Not much good. One man, tattooed and grimy, waved him over.

"Hey, man, check this hardcore jack out." Kellson let the slang fly by; so many people from so many places. He looked and saw a small white device, no bigger than his thumb, lying on a soft towel. It had a string coming out the top that branched into two more, with small buds on the end. On the top center, a circle with several markings on it was slightly raised above the rest.

"What is it?" he asked, curiousity piqued.

"'S called an iPod. 'S a Shuffle. Push this little switch here, see?" He thumbed a switch on the reverse side. "Now press this button to play the music. Push it again to pause. It holds any music you want. I modified it so it holds more than 15,000 songs. Trust me, dude, you might not be used to electricity with your swords and crap, but this is the greatest. Just go to a big city to get more songs."

Kellson stuck a bud in his ear and listened. Shouts, drums, and twangs erupted from the bud, sounding like a cacophony and a work of art at the same time. "What is it?" he asked, amazed.

"Rock and roll, man! The real heavy stuff is metal." Kellson fell in love. After ten minutes of haggling, Kellson walked away minus his longsword, but with the Shuffle.

OoC: Heh, I wanted him to have background music for flying. Like a car radio in the air. Meh, we need a few more people to spice this up, still.

I think that we need more people for this race to work..... So come on all you flyers! It's a race! They are fun! We need more people...... >.>

OoC: Yay...thankies rikus_girl =D

BiC:

Ahavalin the vampire was where he usually was. In the air. Ever since his transformation from vampire to luminae nosferatu he had gained considerable skill in flying. Though his wings were not very large, the magic of the transformation enabled him to become lighter when he flew.

Ahavalin looked straight beneath him to see a peculiar city with banners draped over various houses and stand wiht people ringing bells and shouting out things that were far beyond the vampire's hearing. The winged warrior dipped down and zoomed right into the town.

As expected upon landing a few women screamed and dropped the baskets they were caryying, running off to find shelter in nearby houses. Ahavalin ignored them and placed a black hood over his head, keeping a steady hand on Foulfang's hilt.

After a while of exploring the place he noticed a large town hall. The place was literally drowning in conpetition banners saying:

Flying competition today! Do not miss it!

Smiling silently, he walked the marble steps to the large oak doors of the building. He wrenched them open to reveal a place of babbling creatures that, Ahavalin noticed, all seemed to have the abilioty to fly. One held a parachute in one hand and a large brute held a sparkling potion. A few of them had wings, and several other strange contraptions were tucked firmly under the arms of some of the contestants.

Ahavalin walked to the desk to see a bored looking woman writing out something on a clipboard. Ahavalin coughed and the lady replied, though she did not look up.

"Here for the contest, are you. I'll need your name, age and race."

The nosferatu almost burst out with laughter, a rare occurence. What would her reaction be if he told them that he was a vampire and he was over 500 years old? He decided to do it from another point of veiw."

I am Ahavalin....Arnauld. My race find it hard to tell others of our age, and I am a winged evolvement from the canined developments of bats with a holy demeanour."

The lady actually looked up and stared at the vampire, then looked back down.

"Okay then. Please move out of here and to your right and you will find the flying grounds."

Ahavalin turned around and walked out, holding a pale hand over his mouth.

OoC: Sorry, it took me so long to get to this, I've been slacking a bit lately... Anyway here it is.

BiC:

Balloons and kites littered the clear blue sky. Hundreds of people were gathered around the base of a large high-rise building. Young children perched themselves apon their father’s shoulders and cheered out towards the distant heights. A cheerful but competitive atmosphere filled the air.

Crécasta pushed her way through the dense crowd towards a large marble fountain. Taking a quick agile step she jumped onto its edge grabbing a nearby pole to keep her balance. She now had a better view of the scene above.

A large group of people, all from many different races and origins, were visible at the edge of the large building. All seemed nervous as they hopped about stretching and warming themselves up for the event to come. Many of the group seemed to have sets of wings, Créa could she a small angel among other flying creatures. The woman’s curiosity was beginning to get the best of her. Faolchú voice whispered in her ear.

“Seems like there’s a competition.”

“Yeah, I wonder what it is.” Créa said as she lowered herself back to ground level and grabbed a large man that stood next to her. Holding him by the shoulder and being careful as not to catch him with her weapons, she turned his face to her.

“Could you be kind enough to let me know what’s going on here?” She gave the man a smile as he gazed down at her with a bemused look laden across his face.

He let out a small chuckle, “T’would be the annual flyer’s contest of course. Surprise you didn’t know, it’s the main event of this here town!”

Créa smile widened. “A flying contest, ay? Should be an easy way to make a bit of money.” She released the man’s shoulder. “Where can I enter?”

“You’re a wee bit late for wanting to enter. You had to register over two hours ago, and anyway I don’t think a young lass like yourself would stand a chance against some of those flyers up there.”

Créa’s smile turned to a look of sincere annoyance. Suddenly a large blast of air exploded from the ground beneath the man launching him several meters into the air, another similar one rose beneath Créa as she skilfully directed herself towards the high building top. “Men!”

The Dúileach pulled out of the air stream and landed skilfully atop the high rooftop, one of her signature smiles spread across her face as she heard the “oh”s and “ah”s of the crowd below. She began to walk gracefully towards a proud looking man holding a large clipboard; the eyes of the other competitors followed her every move.

“I’m guessing you’re the official. I’d like to enter.”

The man’s wrinkled face was coated with a stern look. “Well I’m sorry, madam, but you’re too late to enter as we have already reached are maximum entries. I’m very sorry but you will have to watch from below.” His eyes returned to the task of inspecting his list.

With a huff Crécasta turned away and began heading towards the stairwell that came up onto the flat rooftop. She caught a man with a set of small wings glancing at her as she walked by. A plan sprung into her mind. She gave the young man a wide smile putting all she had into it. Strutting her stuff, she walked off to him and passed the back of her soft hand against his bare cheek. She held her hazel eyes locked in his gaze.

“Hey, hun, why don’t you ditch this race a come for a walk with me?”

A cheeky smile spread across the man’s attractive face. “Sounds like fun.”

Locking her arm around his Créa began to lead the man towards the stairwell.

“So, what’s your name?” The happy grin still coated the man’s face as he praised his good fortune.

The two had reached the stairwell, “It’s Crécasta…”

In one swift motion the athletic woman spun around twisting the burly man’s structure through the open door. She closed it over tight with her free hand, jamming it shut with a nearby plank of wood.

“…don’t forget it.”

The Dúileach began to head confidently towards the starting line. She took her place next to a small fairy like creature with an ostentatious set of wings.

OoC: Oh, Jay, by the way I was planning on using Créa for my battle against you so we should probably decide which comes first, this RP, or our battle.

Ooc: Anyone else wants to join, just say your character already signed up. Let's get this party started, already.

IC:Kellson smirked and shouted, "Real nice, lady. Real subtle. Not over the top at all."

The woman spun, hands akimbo. "Hey, mind your own business, loud mouth!"

Grinning, Kellson rose from his perch on the roof wall. "Whatever you say, inky! Ye gods, if I had that many tattoos I'd charge admission for people to look at me and say it was an art gallery."

"Shove it!"

"Attention, your attention please."

An official was handing out sheets of paper while another stood on an upturned tomato box, cupped hands acting as an impromptu megaphone.

"We are now handing out maps of the terrain you will be passing over. Please direct your attention to the starting line and we will begin momentarily. Have a nice day," he completed, monotone.

Kellson cast the cowl on his cloak up, allowing his wings to rip out to their greatest extent. He had dyed them black and the overall effect looked intimidating. He saw the fairy girl, Gloria, fluttering her wings excitedly. Others had no wings, presumably using magic or other boring tools to boost them along.

"We begin in one minute. Have a nice day," the official said.

Kellson, bored flew out in front of the assembling racers, hovering like the angel of death.

"Hey! All you complete tools out there! You wanna go? I'll take you on, suckers!" he crowed, pumping himself up. His wings beat heavily, sending dust on the roof spurting.

"Bring it," someone yelled. Might have been that tattoo girl.

"Three, two, one, go. Have a nice day."

They erupted into the air. Kellson let them get a slight headstart and then followed, glanced at the map, and started gaining altitude. He flew higher and hovered, watching the varying people try to outrace each other.

"Morons," he muttered aloud. It was a cross country race; trying to be a speed demon would just tire you out and you'd be awful the rest of the way. He spun around, feeling liberated in the air, and flew on.

OoC: This rp comes first. I think I mention it somewhere in said battle.

I guess riku's_girl is up next?

Blinks. Christ, there are turns?

EDIT: I could just see the invisible stares at me going, "Dear God, what is that crazy boy thinking. No turns?"

Umm..... I think that turns could help..... How about I post next, then Jay because DoC just posted, and then Mr.Man, and lastly DoC until we end the race. ^^ Sound good? Well, I'll edit this as soon as I'm done I suppose. =]

OoC:Sorry for the wait.... And for the shortness....

BiC:
“Wow. Look at the amazing turn out!” Celia said as she cruised through the air. She unfolded her map and saw the huge terrain they would be flying over.

“Well, what do we have here?” said a dark looking fellow that brandished two looming black wings. To Gloria he seemed very much like a vampire.

“Why, hello there! I’m Gloria.” Gloria said kindly to the man flying above her.

“I’m Ahavalin Veritias” the man called Ahavalin said, “Nice to meet you.”

“Same here. So which route will you be taking?” Gloria asked gesturing at the map Ahavalin held in his pale hand.

“Hmm…. Are you sure it is wise for me to tell you?” Ahavalin asked politely.

“Oh! I’m sorry. Well, if you’re wondering I’ll be going through the forest. Of course if I decide not to I think the mountains would be a good second choice…….. Well, nice meeting you, but I think I want to get an early lead.”

Gloria gave him a large grin and fluttered her wings. She flew forward with her wings fluttering furiously. She saw that almost everyone was flying close to the ground. Ahavalin and she were some, of the very few, flying sky high.

She did a loop in the air and stopped herself from using all her energy in the beginning of the race. Gloria opened her map and by the looks of things, she had gotten ahead pretty quickly. “Oh, my. I hope that I haven’t used too much energy too quickly……” Gloria placed her hand on her chin and flew slowly thinking to herself.

Suddenly, a girl shot up beside her. She looked quite beautiful and had tattoos all over her body.

“Who might you be?” The girl asked Gloria as she keep using geysers to keep her afloat.

“I’m Gloria. You’re so skilled!” Gloria’s eyes widened as she kept creating geysers.

“Thanks. I’m Crécasta. Nice wings you got there. Shame they can’t beat me.” Crécasta taunted as she shot forward leaving Gloria dumbfounded.

“There are some very competitive people in this race…. I’ll have to be careful”, she thought to herself as she fluttered her wings forward.

She could see the different roads opening up ahead of them. There were the mountains, ocean, forest, desert, and an icy, glacier like terrain. Seeing all the choices ahead of her, Gloria wasn’t sure which one to take any more. She hovered in the air for a minute until she decided for some ennie meenie mini mo. She spoke the words softly to herself and her finger landed on her path.

“Sounds good to me! Here I go!” Gloria smiled brightly and flew onto her path.