Post by Redgrim on May 25, 2017 20:21:16 GMT -5
The door to the roof rather unceremoniously burst open with the entrance of a mysteriously cloaked figure. Their face was completely shrouded in the shadows of their hood, that didn’t stop them from very subtly searching around the area to make sure that no one was around. It wasn’t an incredibly thorough inspection as the person underneath the cloak was not one to be patient. Their attention snapped toward the ledge of the roof almost immediately after their brief surveillance.
The figure plopped some sort of hefty looking box upon the stone tiled ledge, using it as a makeshift desk. The lid of the oversized shoebox was swiftly flipped off and descended to the ground below. The cloaked figure watched the piece of cardboard’s gradual descent, though took a couple steps back when they realized how far away the ground was. Their head spun briefly as they tried to conquer their brief dizzy-spell. “Long drop…” the voice buzzed as they stabilized their footing.
A black and bug-like hand emerged from the cloak and tore the conservative clothing off their bodice revealing the mystery figure to be Lotte Schmidt, the residence human-housefly hybrid. The now topless monstrosity rolled her shoulders as her thinly wings unfolded from the flat of her back and pointed skyward. They occasionally flapped and twitched, though that was mostly due to them being constricted for so long. “More incentive for success” the insectoid continued as her compound eyes sparkled in the sun’s light.
She reproached the box she set down, as she did two of her bug-leg appendages unfolded from her abdomen and reached for a tiny control panel on her belt. It kind of looked like she took a pair of control sticks from a drone’s remote and slapped them onto a belt buckle. The case seemed ever the more likely as the buzz of a drone’s tiny propellers began to echo through the air and out from the box emerged the tiny mono-eyed contraption.
And so, the test flight began. The little drone began to flutter around through the air as though it was the housefly that Lotte could never be. Even her wings began to buzz with the excitement of success, though due to the weight of her body, it would never be enough to give her lift off the ground. She knew the math, which made it all the more unfortunate. That being said though, she probably wouldn’t enjoy flying herself, so it was probably much better that she lived vicariously through the lens of a flimsy machine. That being said though, it had more purpose than just simply that.
The figure plopped some sort of hefty looking box upon the stone tiled ledge, using it as a makeshift desk. The lid of the oversized shoebox was swiftly flipped off and descended to the ground below. The cloaked figure watched the piece of cardboard’s gradual descent, though took a couple steps back when they realized how far away the ground was. Their head spun briefly as they tried to conquer their brief dizzy-spell. “Long drop…” the voice buzzed as they stabilized their footing.
A black and bug-like hand emerged from the cloak and tore the conservative clothing off their bodice revealing the mystery figure to be Lotte Schmidt, the residence human-housefly hybrid. The now topless monstrosity rolled her shoulders as her thinly wings unfolded from the flat of her back and pointed skyward. They occasionally flapped and twitched, though that was mostly due to them being constricted for so long. “More incentive for success” the insectoid continued as her compound eyes sparkled in the sun’s light.
She reproached the box she set down, as she did two of her bug-leg appendages unfolded from her abdomen and reached for a tiny control panel on her belt. It kind of looked like she took a pair of control sticks from a drone’s remote and slapped them onto a belt buckle. The case seemed ever the more likely as the buzz of a drone’s tiny propellers began to echo through the air and out from the box emerged the tiny mono-eyed contraption.
And so, the test flight began. The little drone began to flutter around through the air as though it was the housefly that Lotte could never be. Even her wings began to buzz with the excitement of success, though due to the weight of her body, it would never be enough to give her lift off the ground. She knew the math, which made it all the more unfortunate. That being said though, she probably wouldn’t enjoy flying herself, so it was probably much better that she lived vicariously through the lens of a flimsy machine. That being said though, it had more purpose than just simply that.