Angel and Sam - Backdated to June 17th
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xp_logsSam returns to the mansion from Kentucky and Angel shows off her flying abilities... but not her History abilities.
Angel perched at the edge of the fliers platform and scoped out the grounds that she could see from the view point. She was watching out for a certain returning flight instructor to ambush. She wanted to show off how much she'd refined her flying abilities since he'd left - he'd taught her a lot after saving her from near squishing after the fall from the roof but in the last year, it had been all about refining. Of course, she'd still take the course next year. An easy A was an easy A after all.
Sam had been out flying daily, he was still going to be teaching flight and he really needed to make sure he was at his best. Unlike some of the other airborne at the school Sam flew very fast more often then not. This meant his path around the grounds was really much wider then just that. He was usually only seen when he left and, as now, when he was coming in. Heading for the platform he saw a small figure in the distance; he could tell it was Angel as he got closer, despite her remaining so small, or maybe because of it.
The blast field that surrounded Sam when he used his powers gave Angel a heads up to his location. She grinned as she looked up, giving up the idea of sneak attack. Instead, Angel tossed herself off the edge of the platform in a free fall, a mimicry of the first time she learned she could fly. After a second of an adrenaline rush, her powers flared to life with a dull roar, the normal fire shield licking to life around her. Giggling, she executed a sharp move and headed up towards Sam.
Sam was in free fall when she turned up toward him, no doubt kicked off his jets when she started falling; he had been prepared to catch her yet again. By the time he circled around alongside Angel and started his engines again he was laughing quite a bit, almost enough to worry about his control. "You almost had me!" He had to yell because of the noise his blast shield produced. He cruised at a bit of a slower speed now for a nice, casual flight alongside Angel.
Giggling madly, Angel rolled over on her side slightly so she could peer at Sam. "I've been practicing!" she shouted back, sounding gleeful. She'd been good when he had left - she was better now. To show off, Angel barrel rolled and stopped right back where she'd started. "Thought you'd find me still a 'greenhorn'?"
"I hadn't really known what to expect; I'm glad you're so good at this now!" Sam was on his side a bit facing her as well, fast flying wasn't really good for a conversation by they made it work. He was clearly genuinely happy that she was doing so well with her flying, there's no reason he wouldn't be. That was one less person to catch falling off the mansion.
After a while, Angel angled her approach towards the ground, her intent clear. When she'd passed the class he had given, landing still hadn't been her strongest feature. Now, though, she effortlessly swung her legs downward and put on the breaks, coming to a complete stop on the ground. She looked up and waited for Sam to join her.
Sam's powers didn't lend themselves to going slow and so his landings were never quite as graceful as Angel's had been, though they weren't the devastating crashes they had once been. Once down and standing next to her he smiled. "Looking great! I'm glad you've become so good at your flying. Now you just have to show off some good history work and you'll be my new best friend."
She sulked at him, arms crossed while she scuffed slightly in the dirt. History bored her to tears and Sam knew that. "That," Angel said, sounding incredibly put out, "is totally cheating, Mr. G. You're a cheating cheater from Cheatistan. Thhhbtt."
Sam laughed at that, smiling as he said "Don't be like that. You just need to find things you're interested in. History can be just like watching a movie or talking about friends." He patted her shoulder softly. "You're probably going to be my best friend anyway, Angel, but I have to motivate you somehow."
Angel perched at the edge of the fliers platform and scoped out the grounds that she could see from the view point. She was watching out for a certain returning flight instructor to ambush. She wanted to show off how much she'd refined her flying abilities since he'd left - he'd taught her a lot after saving her from near squishing after the fall from the roof but in the last year, it had been all about refining. Of course, she'd still take the course next year. An easy A was an easy A after all.
Sam had been out flying daily, he was still going to be teaching flight and he really needed to make sure he was at his best. Unlike some of the other airborne at the school Sam flew very fast more often then not. This meant his path around the grounds was really much wider then just that. He was usually only seen when he left and, as now, when he was coming in. Heading for the platform he saw a small figure in the distance; he could tell it was Angel as he got closer, despite her remaining so small, or maybe because of it.
The blast field that surrounded Sam when he used his powers gave Angel a heads up to his location. She grinned as she looked up, giving up the idea of sneak attack. Instead, Angel tossed herself off the edge of the platform in a free fall, a mimicry of the first time she learned she could fly. After a second of an adrenaline rush, her powers flared to life with a dull roar, the normal fire shield licking to life around her. Giggling, she executed a sharp move and headed up towards Sam.
Sam was in free fall when she turned up toward him, no doubt kicked off his jets when she started falling; he had been prepared to catch her yet again. By the time he circled around alongside Angel and started his engines again he was laughing quite a bit, almost enough to worry about his control. "You almost had me!" He had to yell because of the noise his blast shield produced. He cruised at a bit of a slower speed now for a nice, casual flight alongside Angel.
Giggling madly, Angel rolled over on her side slightly so she could peer at Sam. "I've been practicing!" she shouted back, sounding gleeful. She'd been good when he had left - she was better now. To show off, Angel barrel rolled and stopped right back where she'd started. "Thought you'd find me still a 'greenhorn'?"
"I hadn't really known what to expect; I'm glad you're so good at this now!" Sam was on his side a bit facing her as well, fast flying wasn't really good for a conversation by they made it work. He was clearly genuinely happy that she was doing so well with her flying, there's no reason he wouldn't be. That was one less person to catch falling off the mansion.
After a while, Angel angled her approach towards the ground, her intent clear. When she'd passed the class he had given, landing still hadn't been her strongest feature. Now, though, she effortlessly swung her legs downward and put on the breaks, coming to a complete stop on the ground. She looked up and waited for Sam to join her.
Sam's powers didn't lend themselves to going slow and so his landings were never quite as graceful as Angel's had been, though they weren't the devastating crashes they had once been. Once down and standing next to her he smiled. "Looking great! I'm glad you've become so good at your flying. Now you just have to show off some good history work and you'll be my new best friend."
She sulked at him, arms crossed while she scuffed slightly in the dirt. History bored her to tears and Sam knew that. "That," Angel said, sounding incredibly put out, "is totally cheating, Mr. G. You're a cheating cheater from Cheatistan. Thhhbtt."
Sam laughed at that, smiling as he said "Don't be like that. You just need to find things you're interested in. History can be just like watching a movie or talking about friends." He patted her shoulder softly. "You're probably going to be my best friend anyway, Angel, but I have to motivate you somehow."
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