The images of the outskirts of town move by swiftly on Elidibus's end and yet are accompanied by no footsteps. Instead comes the unmistakable sound of a flap of wings, and abruptly the scene changes direction, rocketing upwards directly into the falling snow. It pivots, Elidibus clearly leveling off to hover in place - the sound of his breath in exertion comes now.
He pans over the town from above, giving Popp ample time to take in the details as best as he can with the falling snow. The vantage point is quite the good one.
"Does that suit your needs?" finally Themis himself comes into view, wings lazily beating to hold him in place.
He's sheepish but so grateful for the fresh crisp references, and nods along as a full picture of the town as it is appears in his mind.
"Oh yeah, that's perfect!"
Without further warning, Popp's side of the communication blurs from incredible speed. Another drawback of Zoom is the lack of precise steering and he's focusing on Themis as well as the landscape. It's a near miss as he shoots down out of the sky like a falling star at a steep angle, close enough that the wind from his passage whips Elidibus' long hair around. Close enough that they show up in each other's rock images at the same time for a split second.
His end of the scrying spins and settles on an upwards view of the winter skies when he hits a relatively soft landing comprised of snowy buildup and also someone's perfectly good hydrangeas. Those are going to look pretty shabby once spring hits!
Well. That certainly was quite the performance. Elidibus cranes his neck downwards to get eyes on Popp, spotting him and shutting off his rock feed. He descends far more gracefully than Popp had, landing in the clear spot directly next to the now-battered hydrangeas.
Elidibus startles into bright peals of laughter. It's a welcome sound in the middle of everything that is happening.
"Oh, dear Popp, I had meant my camerawork!"
The sprawled image of Popp, now defensive and grumpy, is so incredibly silly - such a jarring change to the rest of the day. When his laughter dies down, he offers a hand to the both of them to pull them up. Mithrun will continue to not participate in the conversation.
Popp's face is already flushed red from the cold, and it gets another subtle layer of flush under it. He protests indignantly from the ground during the course of the laughing fit, though not in a way that implies he's been cut deep to the dignity, merely bruised, and accepts the hand up with grace.
"...Maybe you should hang onto him. He's totally out of magic power, which means that he's basically a sack of flour that breathes."
"Back home to warm up, of course! I've still got plenty of magic power, but that won't do me any good if I'm worn out and frozen solid!"
Popp tucks his hands under his arms for warmth and emphasis. He can be very practical when he's not stressed, which is less often than he would prefer.
Elidibus eyes him as if he's thinking of sparing some energy for some cold resistance magic, but thinks better of it. He will need it for the remainder of his patrol.
"Need you aught else before I return Mithrun to his home?"
"Nah - just call me if you run into trouble, got it?"
Obviously, their power levels are kind of... look, Popp feels better for having made the offer, all right? Face red from the cold and maybe a little from embarrassment, he rockets off into the sky again. Of course he's not going any slower; how else is he going to learn how to land at this speed?
He has barely enough time to get the words out before Popp is off like a gunshot. Despite the situation around Town, Elidibus cannot help but smile to himself, hefting Mithrun up to begin his own journey to get him somewhere safe. A detour from his patrol route, but a worthwhile one.
Because now if Popp needs him again, he knows that Elidibus will answer.
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He pans over the town from above, giving Popp ample time to take in the details as best as he can with the falling snow. The vantage point is quite the good one.
"Does that suit your needs?" finally Themis himself comes into view, wings lazily beating to hold him in place.
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"Oh yeah, that's perfect!"
Without further warning, Popp's side of the communication blurs from incredible speed. Another drawback of Zoom is the lack of precise steering and he's focusing on Themis as well as the landscape. It's a near miss as he shoots down out of the sky like a falling star at a steep angle, close enough that the wind from his passage whips Elidibus' long hair around. Close enough that they show up in each other's rock images at the same time for a split second.
His end of the scrying spins and settles on an upwards view of the winter skies when he hits a relatively soft landing comprised of snowy buildup and also someone's perfectly good hydrangeas. Those are going to look pretty shabby once spring hits!
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"I see that it was, indeed, perfect."
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Popp is grumbling and defensive. Mithrun is not participating in this conversation. Both of them are sprawled so inelegantly.
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"Oh, dear Popp, I had meant my camerawork!"
The sprawled image of Popp, now defensive and grumpy, is so incredibly silly - such a jarring change to the rest of the day. When his laughter dies down, he offers a hand to the both of them to pull them up. Mithrun will continue to not participate in the conversation.
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"...Maybe you should hang onto him. He's totally out of magic power, which means that he's basically a sack of flour that breathes."
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And who would probably take offense should Elidibus carry Mithrun around as if he were truly the sack of flour that Popp has compared him to.
"As for you... Where are you headed now that you have returned to town?"
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Popp tucks his hands under his arms for warmth and emphasis. He can be very practical when he's not stressed, which is less often than he would prefer.
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Elidibus eyes him as if he's thinking of sparing some energy for some cold resistance magic, but thinks better of it. He will need it for the remainder of his patrol.
"Need you aught else before I return Mithrun to his home?"
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Obviously, their power levels are kind of... look, Popp feels better for having made the offer, all right? Face red from the cold and maybe a little from embarrassment, he rockets off into the sky again. Of course he's not going any slower; how else is he going to learn how to land at this speed?
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He has barely enough time to get the words out before Popp is off like a gunshot. Despite the situation around Town, Elidibus cannot help but smile to himself, hefting Mithrun up to begin his own journey to get him somewhere safe. A detour from his patrol route, but a worthwhile one.
Because now if Popp needs him again, he knows that Elidibus will answer.
Wrap!