cycleofages | 1st Flight

[He hadn't listened. The attempted explanation? He hadn't listened very well. Everything was new and strange and he didn't like any of it one bit. He'd almost thought, when he'd first opened his eyes and pulled his goggles down around his neck, that he'd woken up in the Airmen showers. But the bathroom was unfamiliar (and now smeared with soot here and there).

He couldn't shake the feeling of vertigo that kept hitting him, but he left the bathroom, listened to some of the explanation, and then tried to puzzle out the strange device he'd been given. He didn't have any idea how to work it or what it was supposed to do. In the slightest.]

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wga ru okae palce

[It would be easier to type if he took off his flight gloves, but the thought didn't cross his mind. He didn't even realize the two garbled texts posted anywhere. The idea of a network was over his head.

At least, finally, he managed to turn on the video. Not that much could be seen because he'd smeared ash over the camera lens while trying to get the phone to work.]

Hello? Can anyone hear me? Bastion- [He was speaking English but his accent was foreign. Volstovic, to be exact, and for anyone unfamiliar with it, it came across as a blend of Russian and French. It sounded proper, just a hair shy of snobby, and though a little heavy was not unintelligible.] What is this thing, where am I. What is this language?

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hte untied sates of whst

america
I have a map if it helps.
Where are you?
I can come and show you

i dont knoew

there may e ktchens gner

the kitchen
if youre there then I know where that is.

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i will rwit

Ill be wearing a red hood

[As promised Grace arrives with a map held protectively in her arms and she's wearing a red hood. Her dress beneath the hood appears to be more modern the hood is old and worn.]

Are you Bastion?

[It's the name he'd said over the phones.]

[Amery was just as sooty as he had been when he woke up, with clean spots around his eyes. His uniform was intact at least, under the filth--the jacket was a royal blue, done up with silver buttons, and there were gold epaulettes on the shoulders. His pants were white, or they would be if they were clean, and tucked into knee high boots. He still hadn't taken off his elbow length thick leather flight gloves, either, but thankfully he didn't have to type on that horrid little device anymore so it didn't matter much.

What did matter was realizing that he had been talking to a child. He didn't handle children well, especially when they started repeating things he'd said.]

That is not- [He took a deep breath.] The Bastion is a place, not a person. [And often used impolitely as a swear, like he had done.] My name is Amery Vallet.

[Grace nods her head.] I'm sorry. [She's accustomed to misunderstanding things.]

It's very nice to meet you Mr. Vallet. I'm Grace.

[She holds up the map in her arms before turning to look for a good place to lay out the thin piece of paper.]

I brought this for you to look at. I have to return this copy but I'm sure I can ask to get you one as well. [She looks up at him curiously before pulling out the map of the city.] This is New York state and the city, where we are, is here.

[She's very articulate for a child.]

[She was awfully polite and well spoken for a child, but that didn't make him any better equipped to deal with her. Sometimes, he'd had trouble dealing with his own brother, and the man was a teenager. It was enough of a gap though, that Amery felt uncomfortable.

As much as he wanted to reach out and touch the map, he remembered his sooty gloves and instead kept his hands to himself. Better not to get it dirty.]

Ah. [Well, this didn't help at all.] None of this looks even remotely familiar.

[Grace nods her head and pulls another map from the bag at her side. The bag had been hidden behind her cloak before.]

I thought you might not so I brought this one too. This is a map of this world. I’m only just learning how to read it.

[She lays it out before looking up at him. She tries to be polite and she’s learning a lot about this world rather quickly.]

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