Batookah

_{[Here's Stitch, standing proud before the gear which is being held my an as-of-yet anonymous cameramon, dutifully recording the whole thing for all of the world to see.]}

Metal can't fly fast, but I fixed that.

<sub>[He steps aside and out of view to reveal Metal, his Skarmory, and the modification he has done to her - She has two large, wonky pieces of metalwork attached to her. When the view zoom it becomes clear that it's a pair of jet engines welded to her sides, right below her wings. They're thrown together by all kinds of metal scrap and other stuff, most of it things that are not used when building proper jet engines. Needless to say, it looks very uncomfortable, not to mention dangerous if he'd try to turn them on.]

[Despite that Skarmory faces aren't very expressive (being made of metal and all), Metal clearly looks more than a little distressed.]

[He proceeds to sit down on her, and they ascend to the air, the cameramon following their path. When they're 10-or-something feet above the ground, Stitch grabs the butt of both the engines and twist something that looks like an ignition. The motors roar and splutter and make a lot of noise, slowly starting to vibrate more and more and more...]

[Just when Stitch starts to look a little worried there's a loud BANG, an explosion of smoke and the feed cuts out.]</sub>

<sub>[Stitch is digging in his ear and he's started up the feed clearly to show you that and that only. Although it's not in a fuck-there's-something-in-my-ear kind of way but more of a what-is-this-goddamn-ringing-arghaghar way. Attentive people might notice how the palms of his hands look... red and flushed.]

[He keeps doing this as he grins and holds up a


shiny new badge, his first in fact.]</sub>

Stitch's gonna go to Ecruteak now. <sub>[And with that, end feed.]


ooc: Badge is mod-approved /o/</sub>

Yeah, alright it was a little cold, but so what? It wasn't something new, really. He had been cold before, you know, it wasn't exactly warm back there in space, but this... this was a different kind of cold. There was something about it that made it different from the ever-present, never-changing cold of space. That cold hadn't been uncomfortable, it had just... been there. This cold was painful. It stung and grated at his face, the wind blew right through his clothes and his skin and into his very bones. He shuddered at the violent, icy blast of wind, but trudged relentlessly through the thick snow.

( tl;drprose under cut )


_{ooc: yeaaaahh first tl;dr for me I don't even... Anyway! Anyone in Violet who for some reason is outside at this ungoldy hour might run into this}