SymphonianBookworm

Aria laughed. "Very true. Anyway, if it's all right, I think I"m going to head back inside. I'm tired out of my mind." She headed back to the base.

Also, I really want to make Aria fall head-over-heels, madly in love, and then have her heart-broken in some way. So if anyone wants to be her heart-breaker. Please feel free to PM me. >:}

Aria laughed. "I've found one! I've found one with a sense of humor! I never thought the day would come." She paused. "Though, I would recommend not taking that tone with Lord. He is our flightleader. You could be using that snark against Jock!"

Aria positioned her Poco next to Lord and Junior. "What techniques will we be doing?"

"Any orders?" Aria asked, lazily maneuvering her ship to better have a view of the retreating Phantom crew.

Aria connected to Jock’s comm, hoping to distract him from his pursuit of her flightleader. “If you don’t mind me asking, why did you choose your callsign as Jock? It’s just interesting to me. Not everyone likes to admit their lack of intelligence so openly.”

Aria watched everyone else, knowing that they were all having revelations in their cockpits. There was something about silence—the sort of silence you found when you were alone in the wide, wide sky!—that made you fill it with the recesses of your soul. She watched them, and instead of her exuberant grin or her laughter, a small, small smile drifted across her face. This was what she wanted. She wanted to watch the mechanisms of the universe at odds with each other, humans against each other and against the unstoppable, infallible, falling meteors. She wanted to watch what people did when they didn’t know what to do. What people did when they could do anything at all. She wanted to watch them. There was a beauty to it all! The spinning ships, which could be stars if you were far enough away. It was only a matter of perspective. Perspective. Of course, no flight crew was better, for the term better is subjective. It has only the meaning each individual grants it. But if you ignore terms like this, their purpose being to categorize and define people, you got not the dreams but the reality. The reality of the world! Harsh and cruel and cold and glittering. Beautiful. Something worth dying for. She lived for these moments. The moments to die for. Here, in the vast sky, too big for her to even try to comprehend, pressing and empowering and blanketing and propelling, she smiled.

"Affirmative."

She nodded, a grin spreading across her face. "How about Twig?"

Aria moved her ship immediately to block Whiplash's exit, firing off her own light-lance.

"...one."

Aria rolled her eyes, suddenly bored with everything---this was happening more and more often as of late---and she spun towards Whiplash's ship using a Minimal-Atmosphere Reversal. She eyed Junior's ship, which was near. She switched channels. "Junior. Do you want to do a Rolling Twin Scissor?"

Aria, suddenly the epitome of kindness, nodded. "Of course, of course!"

Aria frowned. "Well, obviously I wouldn't make sense to you; I'm sure half the words anyone says you haven't learned yet. Now, if I could talk to someone with real intelligence... Someone who could understand the difference between genius and stupidity... That would be lovely."

Aria sighed sadly. "Insanity is a form of creativity, you know. Sometimes I wish I made less sense."