04 DNA Strands

[kid_apocalypse]

[Evan couldn't fly. He knows it, but he didn't really know it. He was basing his assumption entirely on his entrance to Paradisa, and his setting the lobby on fire when he'd done so, and had otherwise been avoiding actively trying to fly, in case he embarrassed himself trying. That's why, tonight, anyone who comes out to the roof will see a young gray-skinned young man standing on the ledge, trying and repeatedly failing to leap from the ledge, only to crash spectacularly on the pavement below. It doesn't actually hurt him, but it does leave boy-sized craters every time he lands.]

So...uhh...I know what my loss is, but...how specific are they? If someone had lost the ability to fly, for example, would they be able to fly if like...someone threw them, or if someone who could fly gave them sort of a running start? I'm kinda curious to see what the limitations are. If...uhh...you're someone who could help, meet me up on the roof.

[After that, he'll resume his attempts,his journal open and catching his repeated failed attempts, which sound like someone falling from a great height, and then scaling the castle's outer wall over and over. feel free to reply over the journal, or ogle the insanity in person.]

Comments

[kid_apocalypse]

Yeah? That'd be great!

[It's a damn useful skill to have, even above being able to shapeshift your body into anything you want.]

[cyan_maid]

Wonderful! [She's beaming over here.]