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    • Phantom - Flightleader: ‘Whiplash’- Flight 358
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    • Obsidian - Flightleader: ‘Lord’ - Flight 359
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The Honorable Musician
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Len was really bugging Alera out. Her snorts sounded like dying dog choking on a cheeto puff. A proper snort was supposed to sound like a dying cat choking on a mouse infected with the plague.

Through the Living Elan
Through the Living Elan

"But Phantom team sounds kinda over aggressive. You can't let your feelings blind your end goal. 'When the weakness of anger takes over, the strength of reason leaves.'" Elan says.  

Lord Spirit
Lord Spirit

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Canada Lover

Canada Lover

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19 minutes ago, Lotus Blossom said:

 

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Wait a second, dorm room all to myself? Awesome!

Nova left the other's dorm room and went back to her own. She sat on one of the bunks, all by herself as Aria had left for ROMANCE. She contemplated death.

Argenti

Argenti he/him

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2 minutes ago, Just-A-Stick said:

Whiplash offered a weak smile, "you could say that."

Diana reached under her bunk and moved a loose board. "Care for a drink?"
 

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I have no idea what the cytoverse feels on wine

 

Lord Spirit

Lord Spirit he/him

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1 minute ago, Argenti said:

Diana reached under her bunk and moved a loose board. "Care for a drink?"
 

 

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It would be very expensive and hard to get unless you have an upper class family and even harder to get it into flight school

 

Just-A-Stick

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Whiplash laughed "I'll have you know that I have been promoted to Flightleader because Jock decided to go kiss a girl from Obsidian. pretty sure drinks like that are prohibited." 

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Not gonna lie, just tried to spell alcohol and spelling suggested  Rochambeau  *facepalm*

 

Argenti

Argenti he/him

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11 minutes ago, Canada Lover said:

 

 

9 minutes ago, Lord Spirit said:

 

 

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HAVE YOU MET HIGHSCHOOL KIDS!??
Good thing diana is a spoiled rich kid.

 

8 minutes ago, Just-A-Stick said:

Whiplash laughed "I'll have you know that I have been promoted to Flightleader because Jock decided to go kiss a girl from Obsidian. pretty sure drinks like that are prohibited." 

 

"Makes it all the more fun!" She pours the wine into a smaller cup, it's a deep purple, almost blue.

Canada Lover

Canada Lover

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2 minutes ago, Argenti said:

 

 

 

"Makes it all the more fun!" She pours the wine into a smaller cup, it's a deep purple, almost blue.

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You get wine and Nova gets depression and loneliness.

 

Argenti

Argenti he/him

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1 minute ago, Canada Lover said:

 

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Of coursseeeeeeeee My last one had daddy issues. This one needs to be diffrent

 

Lotus Blossom

Lotus Blossom she/her

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Junior laid back on his bunk across from Len. He looked around the dorm room. He let the sounds of the cadets in casual conversation and arguments fade into the background as he heard his own slow, steadfast heartbeat. Mechanical. This was what the world was like, now. Life as a DDF pilot would become this: intricate, but strategic. 

He took another breath, never at peace but for this moment, tuning out chaos. He wouldn't smile. Not now. Now, he saw only the face of disgust and death. Only few would graduate this training. And of those few, they would be the ones to die in battle. That was the truth. Wingmen, Radar Intercept Officers, Partners In Crime... Call it whatever you'd like. In the end, someone would always turn on the other. It was inevitable. It was exciting. It was what everyone was waiting for. Until all of a sudden, it snaps. And the tension breaks, just like that. A boom. A scream. A gun shot.

Junior nodded slowly to himself, and recalled his book of poetry. Cynical, sweet, beautiful. About the sky, about the sea, about life, and about death. Of course. He inherited none of this from his mother, of course. A free-verse poet. No. He wrote within structure. Restrictions. Self-imposed limits. Self-imposed chains. Meter. Rhythm. Nothing like his mother. Nothing like the wind. Or the sky.

He thought. And it blowed into his mind, cool, like a breeze. It brushed against his thoughts. It had always been there. The title. Vanishing Points. (villanelle is attached)

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Beyond the clouds, where dreams and sorrows blend,
Vanishing points on the horizon's edge,
In flight, the world dissolves, a journey penned.

A silver streak, a tale of fate to fend,
Wings carve through air, a silent pledge,
Beyond the clouds, where dreams and sorrows blend.

The pilot's gaze, a vacant stare to lend,
Lost in the vastness, a soul on the edge,
In flight, the world dissolves, a journey penned.

The runway's end, where destinies descend,
A point of no return, a silent wedge,
Beyond the clouds, where dreams and sorrows blend.

The sky, a canvas where hopes transcend,
Yet, reality remains on the ledge,
In flight, the world dissolves, a journey penned.

In vapor trails, the stories wend,
A tapestry of loss, a solemn dredge,
Beyond the clouds, where dreams and sorrows blend,
In flight, the world dissolves, a journey penned.

Yes. That was the one he had written so long ago. So young. So innocent. He recalled another... He had written this in his leatherbound notebook, though it was in his satchel. He couldn't have the other cadets suspicious. He remembered this one word-for-word... He had written it a few weeks ago. (villanelle attatched)

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Upon the wing, the weight of sorrow binds,
The sky, once free, now a prison vast,
In solitude, the aviator finds.

A metal bird, through clouds of anguish winds,
Infinite horizons, a mirage cast,
Upon the wing, the weight of sorrow binds.

The engine's drone, a dirge of shattered minds,
Lost dreams linger in the fuel exhaust,
In solitude, the aviator finds.

A flightless soul in celestial binds,
A captive of the heavens, unsurpassed,
Upon the wing, the weight of sorrow binds.

The cockpit echoes with the mournful winds,
A lonely echo in the vast contrast,
In solitude, the aviator finds.

Above the clouds, where desolation blinds,
The aviator's heart forever masked,
Upon the wing, the weight of sorrow binds,
In solitude, the aviator finds.

 

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Just-A-Stick

Just-A-Stick she/her

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3 hours ago, Argenti said:

 

 

 

"Makes it all the more fun!" She pours the wine into a smaller cup, it's a deep purple, almost blue.

Whiplash eyed her. "um... no, it most certainly does not! you can get kicked out of the DDF for pulling a stunt like that! I should know." she added quietly

Canada Lover

Canada Lover

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15 minutes ago, Just-A-Stick said:

Whiplash eyed her. "um... no, it most certainly does not! you can get kicked out of the DDF for pulling a stunt like that! I should know." she added quietly

Nova began contemplating wine.

Lord Spirit

Lord Spirit he/him

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20 minutes ago, Canada Lover said:

Nova began contemplating wine.

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Drinking the night before you go into the arena? 
what could possibly go wrong?

 

Argenti

Argenti he/him

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2 hours ago, Just-A-Stick said:

Whiplash eyed her. "um... no, it most certainly does not! you can get kicked out of the DDF for pulling a stunt like that! I should know." she added quietly

She rolls her eyes "My mother donated a building they're not gonna kick me out." She sips her wine. "Mhhhh fruity."

Lord Spirit

Lord Spirit he/him

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29 minutes ago, Argenti said:

She rolls her eyes "My mother donated a building they're not gonna kick me out." She sips her wine. "Mhhhh fruity."

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*Gives up on correcting non-canon info*

 

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