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It's a Bird, It's a Plane

Aw, shucks. It's that large, funny-talking horse dude with the winged helmet. What's he doing with that big wooden sign? Hammering it into the ground in the Forum? And, what does it say? "FREE PIGGYBACK RIDES." He can't be serious. Who would trust this huge, jolly weirdo (even if he does clean out demons like it's his day job)? The long-snouted thief of Thor's wardrobe must be nearly seven feet tall, and he's wide enough to weigh a quarter ton!

Oh, great. He's hovering. He must really be insane to expect anyone to go FLYING with him. The 'man' looks like some kind of monster. And, is he looking this way? Too late to hide...

"Wouldst thou care to take to the sky with Beta Ray Bill?" The joy of flight is apparently worth sharing. Boy, someone must be in a good mood...

((Note: any characters taking Bill up on this offer are in danger of seriously getting their hair mussed. Horse jokes may result in one unassisted flight lesson...just one))

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She's pretty good at hiding it when she tries, though. As soon as they land and she climbs down from Bill's back, she takes a moment to readjust her armor then smiles brightly at Bill. "Very much so. I've never been flying like that before and all the loops, turns, and close calls were thrilling. I only hope I didn't scare anyone in the Commercial District with all of my laughter!" She adds a small laugh for effect and the smile makes its way up to her eyes. See, Bill? The flight was definitely enjoyed!

Well, you've got Bill convinced, Amelia. It seems to bring a smile to his horse-like face, but it's a little subdued and so alien that it's hard to be sure (Bill doesn't smile at most people, lest they try to set him on fire). He certainly doesn't feel any melancholy at the moment, so his generally jolly disposition being encouraged by any cheerfulness from a friend makes him obnoxiously gleeful.

"I be pleased to hear that thee wert enthralled. A braver lass than most, doth thou be."

Good, because she'd really hate to bring him down, especially since it lowers the chance of a second flight.

"I have my moments," she agrees. "Life is lived best when you let go of your fears and simply do things. Speaking of which..." Her eyes dart back and forth real quick before she leans a little closer. She lowers her voice slightly when she speaks again. "Any chance we could do that again sometime?"

He crosses his arms, growing equally secretive, making a show of looking out from the rooftop in deep thought. His raspy alien voice grows deeper.

"Perhance, Amelia Ronsam. Perchance. But there were the matter of mine belly, being owed..."

"Another ride once I find a suitable recipe and deliver it to you, then?" She tries very hard to be serious, but ends up winking at him anyway. "I'm certain I can find something for you here. The Nexus is full of people who cook just about everything, as far as I've been able to discern anyway."

He melodramatically belabors a begrudging acceptance of the terms, with a great sigh, lowering his adorned head, and putting his weight down on his hands on the low brick wall of the ledge of the building's roof.

"Mine only weakness, roasted reptile. A meal for a flight, I suppose, even if mine back can only just withstand thee." Another few billion tons, and he wouldn't even be able to lift her.

If his melodramatic nature wasn't so obvious, she'd probably be upset by the display. As it stands, she finds it downright amusing. She chuckles a bit and nods. "Oh come now, I took off my weapons - that alone should get me some kind of leniency." The corner of her lip turns upward in a smirk. "Besides, if it had been that much trouble for you to hold on to me, I'm certain there would have been a bit more indication during the flight. You seemed to manage just fine." Another wink, just so he knows she's teasing and it's all meant in good fun.

You know what they say, Amelia. The way onto a Korbinite's back is through his stomach. It pleases him to be so well understood by a stranger; as might be obvious, Bill does not always arrive well greeted and well comprehended. But her mention of weaponry piques his curiosity again.

"Tell me: why doth a lady go so well armed in her travels?"

Amelia might get a nice greeting when she arrives, but she can recount many times she's left a place with a warning about returning to someone's presence. It's an occupational hazard, which is why she's taken the time to retrieve her weapons and replace them on her hips while Bill is speaking.

"Because a lady is only a lady when she needs to be." That's rather cryptic. It deserves a better explanation, but she isn't going to just give one. "I often find myself in need of ways to protect myself and to right the wrongs of a situation." Surprisingly, that's true. Misleading, perhaps, but she isn't lying.

He remarks on the specific nature of her arsenal. Bill has seen (and been on the receiving end of) more weaponry than most will ever encounter. So her choices in particular are a subject of interest.

"Fond of stabbing, art thou?"

"I prefer to hit things from afar, if I can. No one ever expects a rock to the face." She crosses her arms in front of her chest and whatever levity there was in her tone of voice disappears. "But I'm not afraid to get neck deep in a fight if that's what it takes to end it." Amelia has never been one to leave anyone she's standing beside in a fight in a lurch, even if it means getting ahead of ~~the tanks~~ those with better armor or a shield. The many scars her body carries can attest to that.

Beta Ray Bill doesn't like rocks to the face. But a more tankish figure one is not likely to meet.

"Verily," is his opinion on the subject. But the big guy loves to throw stuff. He's really good at it. "Throwing daggers, doth they be?"

She shrugs. "They can be thrown, but I prefer a more personal touch if I'm going to use them. If I'm going to hit something from afar, I prefer my slingshot." She pats it gently where it sits on her hip to better emphasize her point. "It hurts a surprising amount, from what I've seen from my enemies." If she were more of a bragging type when it came to battle, she might tell tales of enemies falling to it that Bill wouldn't believe. Luckily for him, she's not big on bragging about that.

It's a good thing she doesn't drone on, bragging about her slingshot. The old space warrior hates war stories. Telling them, and especially hearing them. Hates them more than a fish hates water...The only thing he hates more than war stories is roasted reptile.

"Ah, 'tis a shame. Though Beta Ray Bill doth cast a thunderbolt by occasion, my true joy come from hurling that which I canst grasp." He subconsciously grips his hammer, his favorite projectile.

Amelia makes a small "hmph" noise and grips the forearms of her crossed arms tightly with her hands. Her gaze wanders off to some non-specific place down the street. "I see no shame in using the skills I already have to avoid getting hurt by jumping into melee range. I also see no shame in admitting that, sometimes, it just feels better to be able to look someone in the eyes as I punish them with my blades for what they've done."

...well, that was rather dark.

If it wasn't obvious before, it should be obvious now - Amelia is not a person to be trifled with. She also is a person who, despite her battle prowess, doesn't like to talk about actual fights she's been in. There are too many bad memories around it that she'd rather not bring up.

Well, okay. Be as serious as you like in response to a statement in passing, Amelia. Although, Bill isn't exactly known for trifling, even though he remains rather jovial in contrast to the darkness building in his friend. But if she doesn't want to talk about battle, far be it from Bill to force the issue. Punishing people for what they've done does beg the question, though.

"A frequent pleasure?"

Sorry, Bill. This rogue is one of those people who, despite all outward appearances, can count on one hand the number of times she's been truly happy in her life. She's usually better at hiding her dark nature, but being stuck so far from home is making it more difficult by the day.

"No. I do what I have to. I don't actively seek out battles." Despite the harsh words, her tone of voice is soft, almost sad. She seems to have realized that his previous statement wasn't meant to provoke her. "I'm not some hero, like you seem to be. I'm only looking out for me and mine."

He nods at her words. The lady has more than her share of scars. If Bill didn't heal quite so fully, so would he.

"Do take care, then, Amelia Ronsam." He should probably be getting back to his sign, to see if anyone else wants a ride.

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