[Round 1] Planetdiving (Set Three)

OoC: It's Thira's first non-CharFic outing. ^_^

Stupid title... I couldn't think of anything better, so here you go:

BiC: Standing atop a space platform orbiting high above an unknown, featureless grey planet, Thira was silent. The platform merely a flat piece of metal with a door-like portal to the jail she had arrived in through the void, all she could see were the gold-robed warden, two large bulky men who behaved like bodyguards, and the planet below.

Accused of murder, Thira was sentenced to "planetary descent", a form of punishment which had the accused's death be accountable moreso to the planet rather than the prison system (or so Thira heard), and only a miracle could save her. Her pleas of innocence ignored, Thira had no choice but to find a way to survive burning up in the planet's atmosphere, and the impact when she finally hit the ground.

"For the murder of one Lewis Thurem you have been found guilty, and for this most heinous crime, your punishment of planetary descent shall begin now," the man clothed in ornate golden robes stated, as he motioned for two large men to push her off the platform.

"But I didn't do anything!" Thira pleaded, "I was in that jail cell by mistake I tell you!"

"Yes, yes... we've heard it all before. There shall be no re-trials however; your punishment is set and you are in no position to complain." The warden made the final call, sending Thira off the edge of the platform.

As she fell, Thira used the little time she had to form a bubble of air around herself, and from there decided that her best chance of survival would be to somehow land safely on the planet's surface. Not knowing how far away the surface was, Thira dived head-first toward the planet.

As Thira got closer and closer to the planet, she felt a strange, increasing heat cover her, and when it got too hot she realized that this was how the warden had intended for her to die - the accelerating speed of the planet's gravity would heat her until she roasted to death.

"Well we can't have that," Thira thought to herself, "I want to live damnit."

And with that thought she took the ever increasing heat and redirected it into a bolo, taking the heat from the burns of her skin, hair, and clothes with it.

After some time, Thira finally reached the first breathable part of the atmosphere, and it turned out that it was just clouds - the normal, run-of-the-mill, water-filled clouds she knew from every place she's ever known.

"What the..." Thira was surprised as she removed the bubble of air surrounding herself. "Is this planet just one big cloud or something?"

Although the heat remained, Thira had no fear of being burnt with all this water around, and she stopped syphoning heat from her surroundings and focused ahead - just in time to dodge a rock floating in mid-air.

"I guess that there are at least some things in this cloud..." Thira mumbled, returning her sight to where the ground should be.

OoC: I doubt the location descriptions above were detailed enough to what the place is, due to Thira having no idea herself, but I can tell you all now. Think of a planet the size of Jupiter where everything is clouds (that is; it's nearly pure water vapor) except for the surface, which is about the size of Earth's moon (and that means a hell of a lot of falling ).
It doesn't matter how you get it done, but please try to get your chosen character to be falling. There can be bits of just about anything floating around the clouds, but only small things unless it's a ship somebody uses to get to the planet.

If this situation doesn't work for any of your characters, I'm sorry. Just tell me and we'll see what can be done to remedy the situation. As of tomorrow however, it is likely that my AIM will be the best bet of contacting me (unless you know my email address already, but I'm not going to say that here.)

OoC: In B4 the end, amiright? Kthxbai.

BiC: “LET GO OF ME!!!” Black Shisho shouted, struggling as much as he could against his captors, “GET YOUR ****ING HANDS OFF OF ME, RIGHT NOW!!!” Though he struggled and fought, he was not strong enough to escape the grasp of the four massive warriors that held him down. “GWARWAGARA!!! LET GO!!! I SWEAR, I’LL KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!!!” To his captors, he may as well have not been saying a thing. The four simply held him while their superior talked down at the walking mask. They held his ultimate fate in their hands.

This superior man was the arbiter of the place of holding Black had been confined to until he had arrived where he was. He was about to commit Shisho to execution via falling. What they were going to do was push him from the flimsy platform they were perched upon into the swirling grey mass of what they told him was a planet. “Mr. B. Shisho,” the arbiter began, taking a step closer to the struggling being who was still shouting as loud as he could, “For the following crimes, you have been sentenced to death by planetary descent. You have been found guilty of…

“…fifty-two counts of destruction of property, equating to the destruction of an entire town. One-hundred-seventy three counts of causing harm to the innocent. Four counts of injuring a local law enforcement entity. Five counts of injuring a national soldier. Eight counts of murdering a local law enforcement entity. Ten counts of murdering a national soldier. The town’s entire population reported injury or worse. Sixteen counts of sexually assaulting an underage child. Three counts of regular sexual assault. Twenty-seven counts of petty theft. Nine counts of grand theft. And various other criminally taxable offenses.

“Do you have any last words?” The struggling black form only changed his screams of protest by a small margin. “I DON’T REGRET A ****ING THING!!!” he roared, laughing maniacally, “AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! AND THERE‘S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!!!” With a look of disgust, the arbiter looked down on him one last time. “If there is nothing else,” he said, clearly annoyed by the walking mask’s manner, “then it is time. Throw him from the platform.” And with a gesture of his hand, the four massive warriors picked him up, and tossed him from the edge.

Black Shisho, despite what the arbiter thought, would not go easy into his good night. Just as he felt himself enter the pull of freefall, he stretched out his hand, and grabbed the wrist of one of the unlucky warriors. The warrior fell right along with him. “I’LL GET YOU!!!” the mask shouted, “YOU’RE DEAD, YOU HEAR ME!!! DEAD!!!” And that was all he could say before his voice became indistinguishable from the sound of the planet’s grey swirls. The warrior’s screams of terror would have lasted longer, but he was prematurely silenced.

The walking mask descended, riding the body of the warrior like he would have rode a sled down a snowy hill. Although he had been in a state of blind fury since he had first been captured, what would have been his visage suddenly changed. The speed at which he moved near instantly changed his shouts of anger into squeals of pleasure. Speed was one of the things he loved, and he could not have been moving any faster. The speed of freefall, the power of gravity. He felt invincible. “You watch,” he said, shouting over the screech of the wind, “I’ll get past this. I’ll LIVE!”

“What’s that?” Ziran asked, pointing at the piece of paper Cain was writing on. The vampire didn’t give him any kind of acknowledgement. The only noise he made was the occasional click as he forced more lead out of the mechanical pencil.

Kunto sighed and curled up on the floor of Adonai’s temporary room. His eyes drifted over to a grandfather clock in the corner, following the pendulum as it swung back and forth. The catboy crawled over to the clock and watched the pendulum so closely that his nose was pressed against the glass.

“Oooooohhh,” he exclaimed, lifting up a hand to poke at the glass. The clock let out a loud chime before Ziran’s finger could reach its target, causing the windigo to scramble back over to Cain and hide under the vampire’s desk with his tail between his legs, literally. The one-eyed man moved his legs to give Kunto more room without uttering a single word.

Ziran stayed under the desk long after the clock stopped chiming. After what seemed like hours, he grew bored and decided to indulge in one of his favorite pastimes: Looking through random rooms in the Dome. The catboy crawled out from under the desk and told Cain, “I’m gonna go to the Dome place now, okie dokie?”

“Sure,” Cain said, putting the finishing touches on whatever he was working on. Ziran turned and started was halfway to the door when the vampire suddenly, roughly, smacked his back. The force of the smack nearly knocked the windigo onto his face and sent him sliding into the door.

“Sorry about that,” the vampire said, helping Ziran up and brushing him off. “You had a really big bug on your back.”

~

Two hours later…

“Aww,” the catboy whined, shutting yet another boring door. So far all he’d found were empty rooms, forests, and training grounds, save for the last one he opened. Inside that one he saw what he assumed to be a man and a woman wrestling with each other and moaning, though he couldn’t exactly see through the blanket they’d had over them.

He trudged on and grabbed yet another doorknob. He promised himself that this would be the last door, and he’d go home if there wasn’t anything interesting behind it. Ziran opened it slowly, and found something very, very interesting on the other side.

“It’s a cloud,” he said happily, starting to get excited. He reached an arm into the room and waved it around, finding that it was a normal cloud. “It’s really a cloud! Awesome! So fluffy looking too!”

He waved his arm a bit more, giggling like a giddy schoolgirl. His giggling stopped the instant his hand smacked something that definitely wasn’t a cloud. Whatever he hit was likely living, because he thought he heard some kind of cry of indignation before whatever it was finished passing through the cloud.

“I should go,” he was beginning to say, when he suddenly felt a very rough kick in the butt. The blow knocked him through the doorway and caused Cain’s “Kick me!” sign to fall off the catboy’s back and drift down to the floor. The lizard man who’d kicked Ziran laughed and closed the door.