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As much as he wanted to join them both, and to see the possible hilarity that would ensue from the big man jumping off something, he had to get moving on the wing suits. While it might seem like a better idea to simply parachute down on top of the Prometheus, the air bladder on top would simply bounce them back off. And if they did manage to get a grip, there was no way to repel down to the interior section below.
"I'll leave you two to practice. I need to get everything in order and the suits made, and figure out how much it's going to cost us. Guess it depends on whether Mingo's wants to cut a deal or not." He shrugged and gave a little two finger salute. It was a throwback to his days in the EIRAL, and something he found hard to break. At least he kept it as unofficial as he possibly could. After that he had a few other little things to take care of. Like finding a small enough airship or boat that wouldn't arouse suspicion, and a pilot that wouldn't ask any questions.
Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Feb 22, 2016 17:38:50 GMT
It was hard for Thrakazog to ascertain whether he should be excited about the prospect of parachutes or not. On the one hand, Lorraine was smiling, and in her easy manner, she made them sound as delightful as a litter of puppies. Further, she described them as devices to safely lower someone to the ground. He could appreciate that - Thrakazog was not a reckless fellow, and understood the need for safety. It was one reason he never tried to juggle flaming brands, or walk a tightrope for 'fun'.
But on the other hand, the situation Lorraine described was anything but safe. These devices were used, according to her, 'in case of emergency' - suggesting that one would only use one in a dire situation, like, 'if an airship is crashing'. She also said the magic words, 'It can be scary' - words that certainly, positively, did not appeal to Thrakazog's sensibilities.
But there was that ever-present smile on her face, as if doing scary things was just a normal thing to her, like eating breakfast, or taking a trip to the loo. He swallowed - hard - and was certain she heard it. In essence, though, she was asking him to practice using a lifeboat - a drill that all new seamen went through. It sounded like these parachutes were the lifeboats of the airships.
"Ummm..." he began to say, as politely as he usually did, "... practice da safety, yub. Dat's prolly a good idear."
But he was thinking, "Nub! Nub! No way! This is DEFINITELY NOT a good idear!"
It was some time later that he and Lorraine stood on a bluff, the wind whipping through their clothing, her hair, and his beard. His bandana was pocketed, but his double-pair of goggles was still strapped onto his head. And a large backpack - parachute - was on his back. They were looking out and over the lip of the bluff, waaaaaaayyyyy down to a beach far below. Still, Thrakazog did not think this was a good idea. His knees were knocking, and at least in his head, he was sure they could be heard. The rest of him was shaking too. This wasn't a crow's nest he was peering down from.
"Ummm... maybe dere's a better way to get dis airship ting, yub?" He asked his companion and teacher, though he doubted she was going to agree.
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