a jackle, a mortal and a god

[Aiyon]

"Mmmh. We're both blaming ourselves, so... ouch... maybe neither are to blame?"

She continued to work at the stubborn metal in her hand and then, gritting her teeth, tears it out of her back with a shreik of tortured metal. With a pained sigh she looks at the long drone she'd pulled loose, which lies sparking and motionless in her hand. One end of it looked severely warped.

"This thing locked up... which is stupid. Doesn't usually happen."

D-Seventeen slowly rolls her shoulder a few times, each time there is a soft creaking at about the position it clicked in earlier. Then she sighs sadly and commands her wings to go home. They do so in a swarm, which quickly vanishes leaving the two humans alone in the small park.

"My arm is fine, it's the shoulder that is acting up... but who cares? It was about time we were landing anyhow." she says, shrugging with her other shoulder.

[Halima]

"Sounds like a plan to me." he said with a grin.

His face paled as she ripped the metal piece out of her back, and turned away quickly to hide his face that looked like it was about to hurl.

Stupid weak stomach...

When he was settled he turned back to her and watched her roll her shoulders.

"Yea well, that's technology for you eh?" he said with a chuckle.

He nodded in agreement with her last statement and gestured her to lead.

"After you."

[Aiyon]

She favoured him with a sympathetic smile. His reaction hadn't gone un-noticed, and she understood such a reaction.

"It's not so bad... just bent metal mostly. No blood, not that much pain... heh."

With that one arm circles around him, since he's right by her, and he gets a quick hug. Then she moves off towards the exit on the other side of the park, which wasn't that far off, idley waving a hand for him to follow.

"This way then. ETA roughly 4, maybe 5 minutes. Uhm... i mean, we should get there in about 5 minutes." she grimaces, having accidentally lapsed into a military speech pattern for a moment there.

[Halima]

Derimus grinned and blushed at the slight hug as he followed Ditz through the park. He enoyed the walk, as much as he enjoyed the park, and all of its sights and beauty.

Hmm...there's an idea. He began channeling slightly, looking for a target.

Suddenly he tripped and fell flat on his face. Quickly he began raising the earth under his hand to drop down and found the tiny seed he was looking for. He solidified the area around the hole, like a small pot, and began to make the roses bloom underneath of his palm.

He just hoped she liked white roses. And if not, he could always pawn it off as a disguise.

[Aiyon]

D-Seventeen had been taking a moment to listen to the quiet, so she easily picked up the sudden thud behind her. She pauses, thinking that maybe she should just politely ignore it, but when he doesn't get up she sighs quietly and turns around, noting with a bit of concern that he wasn't trying to get up.

"Hey... you ok?" she asks quietly, crouching down beside him. Then she blinks a few times, noticing movements in the earth around his hand. He must be using his powers for something. She just humms softly to herself and watches closely, since she'd not had a chance to watch his earth abilities at work yet... though exactly what he was up to eluded her.

[Halima]

Just gotta fill the dirt back in and, there, done!

He grinned and slowly picked himself up, taking care to not damage his little creation as he presented it to her. In his hand was a small pot with a beautiful white rose, fully bloomed from just a small seed.

"I'm not sure if you like the color, but..." he trailed off, running his free hand through his hair in a nervous fashion.

[Aiyon]

(Sorry... general busy-ness and writer's block are making things hard atm. >< )

D-seventeen tilts her head slightly to one side and blinks, looking bemusedly at the offering. For a few long moments this is her only visable reaction to the offering... except that her eyes are slowly going a deep, muddy brown, their brightness dimming considerably with the new colour. Eventually and with great care she accepts the pot from him, a small smile tugging at her mouth. "It's lovely." she whispers, giving him a shy glance.