(@the-last-of-alto-mare) Zipporah walked slowly in the crowd, looking at a scrap of paper with a confused expression. She was like that till she accidentally bumped into Reshi. "Oh? S-sorry. Ah! you are the lady before. Are you feeling alright?"
She looked at her, then the paper. "Umm if I can ask some help, do you know what are these numbers mean? I-I got from a Latios." she blushed and showed her the paper. On the paper there was a name 'Jet' and a series of numbers.
Anyone could see the gears turn in her head, a confused expression on her face. Reshi takes the parchment and studies it for a good moment, now entirely enthralled in the potential meaning the little note held.
“Well surely it’s a good sign if he left you his name and a note! But…” She couldn’t make put anything the note said, not even the name. The letters were stange to her, let alone the sequenced symbols beneath it.
She’d never seen either language before, or perhaps it was a singular language? She couldn’t tell. “I’ve never seen anything like it.” She started “It must be positive since he gave it to you though. Perhaps it’s a code?”
Sitting down at a nearby table Reshi ushered the legended to sit with her while she pulled over some excess napkins and began to write down each symbol individually. “Perhaps together we can figure this out! Maybe he wants you to meet him somewhere alone?”
“Can you read any of this?” she asked, looking over at the latias.
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"Ah, haven't we crossed paths before? Enjoying the festivities?" The Lugia remarked with a chuckle as he caught sight of the Latias. "I couldn’t help but notice my boy, Jet, was making quite a ruckus speaking to you earlier. I do hope he didn’t cause you any trouble. He is usually more courteous than that."
The Latias just got back inside, after seeing the Latios left. She put the paper in her small pocket -because of course her dress has really small pockets.
Being addressed by the Lugia, she turned her attention to him with a small smile. She did recognized the older legend.
"I'm the Latias from Alto Mare, sire. You did visit the garden there." she chuckled. "I didn't had the chance to introduce myself back then to you. You left so quickly. My name is Zipporah. Pleasure to meet you again, a-and thank you I think I become a bit more relaxed..."
Mentioned the Latios named Jet, she tilted her head. He just called him 'my boy'. Do they have a history? Should she ask straight ahead?
"I-it was fine." she blushed. "I m-mean, he didn't say or do anything weird. I m-mean, he did mentioned he was h-happy see an other Lati, hehe." she tidied her hair a bit. "I-if it's not a problem, can I ask w-what relation you h-have? I-I mean, he looked serious and worried."
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@phantomguild ; Mint @ Latios
Enter Mint, eyes sparkling and looking amazed by the unknown Pokémon. "Holy-- That looked so cool! You're a... a Latios, right? What's your name?"
(( Jet's character page has been unlocked ))
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I made this guy long, long ago. And I had the urge to draw him again. I swear, you can ask me to draw like Nicholas Kole or even Miura’s Berserk but a the mention of the Pokemon art style my body fills with dread.
Anyway, my memories of this cute little fellow are vague. I think he was some kind of reverse Pokemon Mystery Dungeon character, aka a Pokemon that became a human. From what I remember, his mother, dying from a vicious poacher attack (or something else idk) begged one of the more powerful legendaries to help hide her hatchling son in exchange for her own life. Said legendary, I think it actually was a kind of shadow Lugia, used magic to disguise Jet as a human.
And something something he was adopted by a nice grandpa gentleman who had lost his own kid, you know how those things work out sometimes, and Jet grew up not knowing he was a Latios.
Of course, as these kinds of stories go, the truth eventually came out and one day Jet discovered he could turn into a Pokemon. Despite that, he still genuinely believed he was a... person. Just one with pretty cool superpowers. And because he been a human for so long that wasn’t actually far from the truth. Shadow Lugia’s magic works in mysterious ways. Jet was no longer purely a Pokemon, nor was he entirely human. He had become something in between.
Pretty sure the story turned pretty dark after that with jet being too dumb to keep his powers a secret and being hunted by both poachers and evil teams as a result. (cause hello?! A kid that can turn into a legendary Pokemon!) Wish I could remember the rest. Mnah well.
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Just flew on a plane for the first time in a few months and forgot how much I love them and I took notes about her the whole time, waxing poetic about how beautiful and graceful she is
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She's flexing her little wings before takeoff :) Making sure she's ready
Latios and Latias arent enough we need a sexy plane woman Pokemon, like those planes the furries wanna fuck
The little narrow struts on the undersides of her wings... little aerodynamic things with antennae like quills
We're passing a truck yard for like, construction equipment and they're the kobolds to my big plane dragon wife
Magical draconic runway in the shape of a big rune that eases in traveling dragons while also serving as a landing strip
The rumble as we take off, that ROAR of hers. She's so beautiful and powerful. The speed that pushes you back in your seat and pops your ears and shakes you around and then the DIP as you take off and that feeling of disorientation but she's fine. She loves it. And in SECONDS, the ground is like toys, like ants beneath us. It took less time than writing this for cars to be the size of bugs. The world is so small to her. She's so beautiful and strong and carries us aloft with such grace. I love you plane
Oh those little struts I mentioned move as we do!! They help guide her just a little bit! Probably help with banking and shit
Cartography wizards (cartogramancers? Lol) astride enormous dragons who keep note of all the changes in the landscape below. Listing every road, every footpath, every river, scribing it into an endlessly long magical atlas. Noting how the roads below form glyphs and runes, how they mirror the natural magic of rivers and tributaries, how homes and castles are built in the most defensible - or beautiful - positions and seeing vistas groundbound humans could never dream of seeing. The beauty of it all.
Fantasy alternate history ww1 where biplanes are replaced with steampunky dragons
Walter White looks up and sees two dragons fucking *lighthouse awed face meme*
This is getting away from airplanes and more toward dragons, I love the plane I think that a machine with the sole purpose of holding people tight and carrying them to far away places to see loved ones and new experiences is so beautiful, it's such a FASCINATING marvel of engineering prowess. This thing is BUILT on math and that's so cool. Every inch of her frame, every cubic centimeter of metal and plastic and cloth, are all accounted for in every flight equation. It's amazing. She's amazing.
I could *feel* her start to dip. That's another amazing thing - every single thing she does is NOTICEABLE. Every dip, every shudder, every increase or decrease in speed. My heart is pumping in time to her turbines, the electricity that runs through her veins is nearly palpable as we prepare for our descent
I'm polyamorous the way a plane is, compared to private jets and shit - they want to please everyone, they just want everyone to be happy and loved and safe, they want to deliver them with speed and safety and warmth and just. I love u miss plane
When my dog first came home with us, only a couple weeks old, he'd sit in the yard and look up at the sky as planes went by and made noise and he had a sense of total awe. I wonder how many dogs are looking up at me now while I look back down at the ground with equal splendor
Very funny to still see those pizza huts with the red rooves
The lights come on as we descend. She's been half asleep, coasting on air currents and pointing herself where she needed to go and now that we're dropping she's awake and aware. She's circling the landing strip like some kind of predator, watching and waiting for an opening so she can swoop down and attack the tarmac
Seeing the way cities are laid out, in perfect little beautiful grids, is so relaxing. Suburban sprawls packed with strange, enormous lives in little blocks of land, chunk by chunk, eventually touching residential, long strips of business and economy, commerce and trade and social lives, into the large, messy, chaotic industry beyond that. Infrastructure is beautiful. The leylines upon which planes were borne.
Water towers are so funny, why the hell did we refurbish an outdated means of water reservoirs, surely there could be a way to store more water more efficiently in treatment plants. Are they just for the Fun Cultural Aesthetic? Are they REALLY still that useful as a buffer?
Those little struts *are* at least partially used for banking but I think they're probably more like communications arrays combined with.. ballast isn't the right word. Counterweight? Idk. Beautiful regardless. Still love the little antennae
A little boat skims across a river, under a bridge where a highway passes over. I can tell it's moving fast, even from this high up. Tiny ecosystems exist beneath the hull, trillions of microbes, so far down beneath me now it's hard to make out any details other than the trail of white foam spray behind the boat.
Another water tower.
And another. Wild.
She rumbles as she drops, like she's grumpy, like she doesn't want to be on the ground. Silly girl, you can't fly forever. You need fuel and new passengers. She's flexing the little bits along her wings again, preparing for true descent now. The whistling is getting lower and lower pitched as we lose speed. I'm sure she isn't happy about it, but it's only going to be probably a half an hour or less before she's up in the air again. Calm down, girl.
And...
Touchdown.
One last roar as we slow. Beautiful. 💖
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