borne back ceaselessly into the past — rp thread

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    Adriel Esben | Member of The 1st Squadron


    Adriel stuck his tongue back at Rikio before he watched the conversation that unfolded between all of them. The raven-haired male chuckled at Jet's remark. "I bet if it was Rikio, even an energy drink infused coffee isn't strong enough to keep him awake." He said. He threw his head back and roared with laughter at the girls as they fought over their intercom. He ended up accidentally hitting his head on the plane's walls. Reaching up, he rubbed the part of his head that hurt him as he continued watching the conversation. He had to roll his eyes at them though. "You guys suck. The girls are nice and you guys are just flirty assholes." He said with a grin, making two thumbs-down and pointing them at both Rikio and Jet. He turned to Agnes as he muttered. "But seriously though, I might need the recipe for how to wake up at 4am and not look like someone dragged you across the face of the Earth." Adriel leaned forward and rested his forearms on his knees.


    100 bad days made a 100 good stories


    (Sorry of this is bad! I didn't really know what to write ._.)

    [haha. ha. I'm alive. I swear. I'm so sorry I'm so late in replying! ^-^]


    Remi Fox

    Remi let Adriel's complaints slide by with nothing but a mischievous smile. Their feet kicked against the side of the box, energy building as takeoff approached. Though still not awake enough to partake in banter, Remi did take a moment to check their comm, saying, "Remi Fox, checking in. Try not to kill us with your flirting, ladies. Rikio. Jet." Remi shot a glance at the last two, intending it to be disciplinary. The effect was somewhat ruined by the fact that they looked like a twelve year old trying to tell off their older siblings.


    At T-minues one minute, according to Remi's count, they glitched from their place on the box to a proper takeoff seat. Just in time to hear Adriel's aside to Agnes. Remi snorted as they buckled themselves in. "Adriel, I don't think Agnes can prevent that. That's just your face."

    Agnes Lundstrom | "In the hands of ghosts, we're never responsible."



    Agnes shook her head at Rikio, her brow furrowed in mild frustration. "About as good-looking as someone with half of a face visible." She jeered in response. She sat up as she spoke, getting a bit less comfortable so she could actually see everyone in the plane. "Adriel, I'm sorry to announce that your face just needs a mild curiosity for what it is like to stay up for far too many hours or drink far too much coffee." She explained facetiously, giggling afterward. "Of course, the other thing you could do is just find a way to make your face harder to see. Works for me." She stared off into space behind Adriel for a moment, then continued talking. "Though, I'm sure with enough material I can rearrange your face, but I think that may be beyond the scope of the supplies that they'll let me have, and even then, plastic surgery isn't really my thing."