[Oh, this is so very different from the few times he's flown with the Wind Master back home — Ventus was not so rough to take off, rather elegantly floating off of the ground. At the same time, he was also the sort of man who would warp forward on the wind, which is usually semi-terrifying as a passenger due to the fact that the entire world moves at a breakneck pace.
This, at least, is a little more relaxing. Rosso cranes his neck to see the city from on high, unsubtly wagging his tail with his ears perked straight up. Even a city this large and loud can be beautiful, it seems, and though he's never really been one to appreciate the finer things in life... well. Now's a good time to start.]
It's pretty, [he mutters before he can stop himself, and then, loud and defensive:] It's been a while since I've gotten to see something this cool. All I can do is jump high, so I guess it pales in comparison.
[It's a bit hard to hold a conversation during flight anyway, so Rosso probably could have gotten away with saying it was pretty without being heard. But, well, he has to defend it and now Adrian can (mostly) hear him as he shouts over the wind, prompting him to grunt lowly as he lifts them a bit higher so they're not driving face-first into the cloud cover.]
Ask Mana to change you. I'm sure she won't fuck it up.
Ha. That implies I trust people with that level of power not to abuse it in the first place.
[Rosso often considers speaking with her, but there are layers upon layers of trauma to unpack around people with way too much power at their disposal changing others, possibly to their own whims. He's wholly uninterested, at the end of the day.]
I'll just bother you next time I need a ride. Sure you won't mind it.
[Adrian can't see his face from this angle most likely, but Rosso's muzzle is pulled back into something of a smirk.]
[His laugh is punctuated by his grip tightening in alarm, clinging tight so that he doesn't become a splatter on the pavement. There's no momentary fright here, nope, Rosso is the picture of composure.]
[As tempting as it is to like, do a barrel roll or something, Adrian decides to behave himself until they make it to the Mile. From this direction, there's a small stretch of shore that can be seen looming into view before the actual rides on the pier proper appear stretching beyond the horizon, where little streaks of dark pink and orange scatter across the ocean's surface as it fully becomes night. Not enough to bother day-fearing monsters, but just enough to see the small, final glimpses of the setting sun.
It's here that Adrian decides to fly, cutting over the water itself so he can dip down low without having to worry about smacking into a building. It makes it seem like they're going even faster suddenly as he flies closer and closer to the waves until he's more gliding than actually ascending, one of his hind claws dipping down into the water to slice through it and kick up water droplets as they go.]
[Rosso's ears swivel toward the sound of surging water, a momentary glance thrown behind him as the spray of water reflects off of the setting sun's rays. Now this is fun, being so close to the ocean and never quite touching down, wind rushing past and the Mile fast-approaching. He barks out a laugh, tail gleefully wagging as he turns his attention back to the front.
He cranes his neck to see further, focusing on twinkling neon lights in the distance. It seems like the attractions are just barely beginning to light up, with more and more flickering on by the minute. Through the wind roaring in his ears, Rosso can hear the distant screams of fellow parkgoers on rides, though he's... not entirely sure what they're screaming about. Not yet, anyhow.]
[Oh Rosso, you're in for an Experience if you don't know. Adrian...has actually never been to a theme park like this one himself, though he does know of their existence. They're around, just not anywhere he could ever access them when he was at an age to enjoy it. So, just like the ocean, he only got to see one for the first time upon visiting Ryslig. A lot of this will be a first for Adrian as well, he's just. You know. more subdued in his reaction.
He's way too old to be excited about an amusement park, after all.
It isn't long before he finds a space on the pier to land, carefully lighting on the wood feet first. He has to hop a bit to stop his forward momentum, finally coming to a standstill so he can crouch down to let Rosso off.]
Lesse how long you can handle it. This place is gonna be sensory overload for both of us, but mostly you.
[If Adrian's too old to be excited about an amusement park, what the fuck is Rosso, then?
He scrambles down from Adrian's back, paws hitting the wood with a little thunk. He can already see what's meant by sensory overload, but for right now, the dog instincts are overtaking everything else going on in his brain. There are colours! Lights! People running past! Weird mechanical noises of unknown origin! And the whole place smells like food!
Getting a grip before he goes charging onto the scene, Rosso stubbornly replies,]
I'll be able to handle it longer than you think, brat.
[He'd probably seem a bit angrier if his tail weren't wagging hard enough to whip up an air current, or if his ears weren't swivelling curiously in all directions while he processes the Everything happening.
Rosso steals one last glance up at Adrian before making his way forward. He's... not sure what to do first, actually, though it seems like there's a line forming ahead for some kind of ride. Rosso is unfortunately too small to see what it is from here, but he heads in that general direction anyway.]
[Yeah, this is definitely not Adrian's usual scene. But it's hard not to see how excited Rosso is, even if it's because he can't help but let it show through his canine mannerisms. Adrian gives himself a brief shake after the flight, lifting his claws to smooth out his "mane" as he looks down the pier.]
Yeah, but...I ain't really seen one before. Not like this, anyway.
[He'll defer to Rosso leading the way for now, just as long as Rosso doesn't get himself lost in the crowd.]
The line seems to be forming for what Rosso parses as "a bigass tower", labelled GREEN LANTERN'S FLIGHT in bright neon signage. It's easy enough to parse that this is a ride that's supposed to drop you in a controlled manner of some kind, and. Hm. Might be fun? Might also be a colossal waste of time.
Rosso gets in line anyway.]
I heard there's one in the Demon Realm. Never been to it. It's a pretty far distance from where I was holed up all those years.
...
The fuck are they all screaming about up there? [Focusing on the important things.]
[He pauses to watch people get strapped into their seats, head cocked to the side before the contraption starts to take passengers up. Screaming because they've never flown before, huh? Not that that is really the same thing, but.]
Somewhere in there, I had a parent or something. [A non-committal shrug. The queue shuffles along.] Being a Master, it's not like any of us were gonna go to the Demon Realm for any reason. It was all work and no play 'til the Wind Master would bring in liquor and start doin' shots in the El Tower.
[Ugh, queues. Maybe THIS is really why he never came here. He feels huge standing in line, and has to really keep his wings and tail pulled in to avoid completely bowling the people over that are standing around him. At least as a Manticore his tail was easier to control, somewhat...]
Right, right, Demon Realm.
[So, Hell.]
So what you're sayin' is down where is all the recreation an' people goofin' off usually hung out.
Mm... depends on the territory. The Demon Realm's split up into factions. Amusement park's only a little piece of it from what I know, and that's all the way in Tirnog. [Mm... how to explain the layout of the hell dimension...] Pruinaum was fucked up by war, and it's a frozen fucking wasteland. Varnimyr is... okay?
...
I annihilated a good chunk of it singlehandedly five hundred years ago when I lost myself.
[Such casual admittance gets the monster standing in front of them to turn around and quirk a brow, though they say nothing and quickly face forward again. Sorry, stranger, you're gonna have to be in the adjacent seat to one of these two idiots.]
The more fun parts of Elrios proper, before everything went to shit... well, I've never been, but I heard there's a floating isle somewhere called Altera. And before it got wrecked by war, Velder Kingdom was nice. Loud as fuck, but you could see the entire city from the watchtowers if you could bribe the guards enough to let you up.
[Adrian has to resist the urge to literally face-palm. Maybe one of these days Rosso will remember that people can hear you when you talk as loud as he does 99% of the time. He doubts he even cares though, so Adrian ignores that too.]
Well, you might as well consider this your chance at redemption. This park's prolly the closest you're gonna get to all that.
You haven't experienced vertigo until you've been tossed like a ragdoll by the Earth Master. Try me.
[Fun facts it is Canon Lore that the Earth Master has physically picked up Rosso and removed him from fights before—
Anyway, they're up next, which means going through the entire boring process of sitting in seats and being buckled into what Rosso still thinks is a "weird contraption". He feels inordinately small on this particular ride; a lot of the seats are made for bigger monsters, which Rosso... is decidedly not. (And actually, he thinks he might be the smallest one currently present?)
Either way, once everyone is secured, there's a whole speech from the person running the ride (Rosso does not listen to it) and then up, up, up they go...]
You can see half the city from up here. Ain't as cool as flying on your back was, bu—
[DOWN THEY GO! Rosso actually yelps for a split second as the ride drops them at a breakneck pace, completely fucking alarmed by the sheer speed and the
the everything, actually.
To his credit, he doesn't scream like the passengers before them did.]
[What were you saying Rosso? Something about him being cool? Sorry, he can't hear you to Feel Things about that because all of a sudden they are plummeting at breakneck speed. This really is nothing quite like what happens when he's flying, at least not what he was used to back home. He never really could attempt these dead drops from high altitudes since his wings simply weren't built to support it. He's toyed with it a bit as a Gargoyle, unsurprisingly, but not to this extent.
He's almost disappointed that Rosso doesn't scream though. He definitely would have pegged him as a screamer.
Adrian, for his part...cackles as they're whipped around, which is equal parts surprising and probably slightly alarming.]
[Rosso is one hundred percent a screamer when he's not making an active attempt to not do that! Which is right now. Because, despite the alarm, he wants to Look Cool and not look like a total fucking loser when this entire thing was his idea. Though... with his arms crossed over the chest harness the way they are, he definitely looks like he's trying not to scream. And yes, actually, Adrian's cackle is alarming, but also strangely charming? He's having fun, for once. Keep doing that! It's good.
The wind whistles past his ears and, comically, blows them around no matter how much Rosso tries to flatten them against his head. His fur, too, is all ruffled and fluffed up by the time the ride ends and their feet touch the ground again.
Okay. So.
...neat. When the mechanical clicking of the locks on their chest harnesses lets them free, Rosso slides out of the uncomfortable plastic chair, and, because he is a dog
his tongue lolls out of his mouth and his tail begins to whip back and forth. At least he had fun being shot through the air at a million miles per hour.]
[Adrian at least can claim plausible deniability as to the fact that he enjoyed that. That could have been anyone on that ride, not just him! Rosso, though...
Adrian snorts, propping one hand up on his hip as he looks sidelong at him.]
[There is an immediate reaction, Rosso putting his tongue back in his mouth and clamping his muzzle shut and whipping around to look up at Adrian, almost pouting.]
Fuck— fuck off! It's the stupid dog instincts!
[wagwagwagwagwag
Rosso folds his arms over his chest shortly before he realises his fur is all kinds of fluffed up and attempts, poorly, to smooth it down as they walk. There are all sorts of colourful rides in the distance, some with flashing lights, and Rosso starts making headway to one in particular before he realises that Adrian maybe wants to do something? So—]
You pick the next one. Since you never went to an amusement park or whatever.
[Adrian is honestly just saying that because he knows it'll rile Rosso up, and what can he say? It's free amusement. They're at an amusement park. Amuse him.
But fine. Let's see, what else do parks like these have...? He stands back upright so he can see over the heads of the other parkgoers more easily, keeping his wings tucked close to his back so some kid running past him doesn't barrel into them.]
...I got it. Follow me.
[The Mile probably has rollercoasters, right? They're doing a rollercoaster.]
[Lots of rollercoasters, it looks like, though Rosso only has vague awareness of what that is in the first place. There's one of those wooden ones without the loops or the super fancy lighting on it, almost missable due to the dark; then, there are the ones with the loops. The ones that people shriek their heads off on.
If anything is guaranteed to make Rosso actually start shouting, and not in an angry way for once, it's probably one of those. Some of them even have lights on the cars themselves, which is neat if you're just one (1) puppydog werewolf who finds this new environment admittedly fascinating.
He easily falls into step beside Adrian, sniffing the air on occasion. It smells like food and adrenaline and metal. Lovely!]
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This, at least, is a little more relaxing. Rosso cranes his neck to see the city from on high, unsubtly wagging his tail with his ears perked straight up. Even a city this large and loud can be beautiful, it seems, and though he's never really been one to appreciate the finer things in life... well. Now's a good time to start.]
It's pretty, [he mutters before he can stop himself, and then, loud and defensive:] It's been a while since I've gotten to see something this cool. All I can do is jump high, so I guess it pales in comparison.
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Ask Mana to change you. I'm sure she won't fuck it up.
[Said with THE most sarcasm ever.]
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[Rosso often considers speaking with her, but there are layers upon layers of trauma to unpack around people with way too much power at their disposal changing others, possibly to their own whims. He's wholly uninterested, at the end of the day.]
I'll just bother you next time I need a ride. Sure you won't mind it.
[Adrian can't see his face from this angle most likely, but Rosso's muzzle is pulled back into something of a smirk.]
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Oi, this is an exception. Don't get used to it, I ain't your taxi.
[He will carry Rosso again if he needs it.]
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[His laugh is punctuated by his grip tightening in alarm, clinging tight so that he doesn't become a splatter on the pavement. There's no momentary fright here, nope, Rosso is the picture of composure.]
Gonna have to try harder to shake me, punk.
[Yeah but also maybe don't—]
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Is that a challenge?
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Later, after you take me to the amusement park. Don't care what the fuck happens after that.
[Splatter him on the pavement after he learns what a rollercoaster is!]
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[As tempting as it is to like, do a barrel roll or something, Adrian decides to behave himself until they make it to the Mile. From this direction, there's a small stretch of shore that can be seen looming into view before the actual rides on the pier proper appear stretching beyond the horizon, where little streaks of dark pink and orange scatter across the ocean's surface as it fully becomes night. Not enough to bother day-fearing monsters, but just enough to see the small, final glimpses of the setting sun.
It's here that Adrian decides to fly, cutting over the water itself so he can dip down low without having to worry about smacking into a building. It makes it seem like they're going even faster suddenly as he flies closer and closer to the waves until he's more gliding than actually ascending, one of his hind claws dipping down into the water to slice through it and kick up water droplets as they go.]
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He cranes his neck to see further, focusing on twinkling neon lights in the distance. It seems like the attractions are just barely beginning to light up, with more and more flickering on by the minute. Through the wind roaring in his ears, Rosso can hear the distant screams of fellow parkgoers on rides, though he's... not entirely sure what they're screaming about. Not yet, anyhow.]
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He's way too old to be excited about an amusement park, after all.
It isn't long before he finds a space on the pier to land, carefully lighting on the wood feet first. He has to hop a bit to stop his forward momentum, finally coming to a standstill so he can crouch down to let Rosso off.]
Lesse how long you can handle it. This place is gonna be sensory overload for both of us, but mostly you.
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He scrambles down from Adrian's back, paws hitting the wood with a little thunk. He can already see what's meant by sensory overload, but for right now, the dog instincts are overtaking everything else going on in his brain. There are colours! Lights! People running past! Weird mechanical noises of unknown origin! And the whole place smells like food!
Getting a grip before he goes charging onto the scene, Rosso stubbornly replies,]
I'll be able to handle it longer than you think, brat.
[He'd probably seem a bit angrier if his tail weren't wagging hard enough to whip up an air current, or if his ears weren't swivelling curiously in all directions while he processes the Everything happening.
Rosso steals one last glance up at Adrian before making his way forward. He's... not sure what to do first, actually, though it seems like there's a line forming ahead for some kind of ride. Rosso is unfortunately too small to see what it is from here, but he heads in that general direction anyway.]
Do you have amusement parks back home?
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Yeah, but...I ain't really seen one before. Not like this, anyway.
[He'll defer to Rosso leading the way for now, just as long as Rosso doesn't get himself lost in the crowd.]
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The line seems to be forming for what Rosso parses as "a bigass tower", labelled GREEN LANTERN'S FLIGHT in bright neon signage. It's easy enough to parse that this is a ride that's supposed to drop you in a controlled manner of some kind, and. Hm. Might be fun? Might also be a colossal waste of time.
Rosso gets in line anyway.]
I heard there's one in the Demon Realm. Never been to it. It's a pretty far distance from where I was holed up all those years.
...
The fuck are they all screaming about up there? [Focusing on the important things.]
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[Demon Realm Adrian, there's a difference. Probably.]
Just watch the way it moves for a sec, you'll see. There's people strapped into that, yaknow.
[He explains just as the next leg of the ride full of people comes swinging around the bend.]
Goin' upside down and all over the damn place. An' if you ain't got wings, you don't know what that kinda swooping feels like.
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[He pauses to watch people get strapped into their seats, head cocked to the side before the contraption starts to take passengers up. Screaming because they've never flown before, huh? Not that that is really the same thing, but.]
Somewhere in there, I had a parent or something. [A non-committal shrug. The queue shuffles along.] Being a Master, it's not like any of us were gonna go to the Demon Realm for any reason. It was all work and no play 'til the Wind Master would bring in liquor and start doin' shots in the El Tower.
[Shuffle, shuffle.]
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Right, right, Demon Realm.
[So, Hell.]
So what you're sayin' is down where is all the recreation an' people goofin' off usually hung out.
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...
I annihilated a good chunk of it singlehandedly five hundred years ago when I lost myself.
[Such casual admittance gets the monster standing in front of them to turn around and quirk a brow, though they say nothing and quickly face forward again. Sorry, stranger, you're gonna have to be in the adjacent seat to one of these two idiots.]
The more fun parts of Elrios proper, before everything went to shit... well, I've never been, but I heard there's a floating isle somewhere called Altera. And before it got wrecked by war, Velder Kingdom was nice. Loud as fuck, but you could see the entire city from the watchtowers if you could bribe the guards enough to let you up.
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Well, you might as well consider this your chance at redemption. This park's prolly the closest you're gonna get to all that.
[...]
Assumin' you can handle it, anyway.
[Why. Why can't he help himself.]
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[Fun facts it is Canon Lore that the Earth Master has physically picked up Rosso and removed him from fights before—
Anyway, they're up next, which means going through the entire boring process of sitting in seats and being buckled into what Rosso still thinks is a "weird contraption". He feels inordinately small on this particular ride; a lot of the seats are made for bigger monsters, which Rosso... is decidedly not. (And actually, he thinks he might be the smallest one currently present?)
Either way, once everyone is secured, there's a whole speech from the person running the ride (Rosso does not listen to it) and then up, up, up they go...]
You can see half the city from up here. Ain't as cool as flying on your back was, bu—
[DOWN THEY GO! Rosso actually yelps for a split second as the ride drops them at a breakneck pace, completely fucking alarmed by the sheer speed and the
the everything, actually.
To his credit, he doesn't scream like the passengers before them did.]
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He's almost disappointed that Rosso doesn't scream though. He definitely would have pegged him as a screamer.
Adrian, for his part...cackles as they're whipped around, which is equal parts surprising and probably slightly alarming.]
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The wind whistles past his ears and, comically, blows them around no matter how much Rosso tries to flatten them against his head. His fur, too, is all ruffled and fluffed up by the time the ride ends and their feet touch the ground again.
Okay. So.
...neat. When the mechanical clicking of the locks on their chest harnesses lets them free, Rosso slides out of the uncomfortable plastic chair, and, because he is a dog
his tongue lolls out of his mouth and his tail begins to whip back and forth. At least he had fun being shot through the air at a million miles per hour.]
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Adrian snorts, propping one hand up on his hip as he looks sidelong at him.]
You look like a doofus.
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Fuck— fuck off! It's the stupid dog instincts!
[wagwagwagwagwag
Rosso folds his arms over his chest shortly before he realises his fur is all kinds of fluffed up and attempts, poorly, to smooth it down as they walk. There are all sorts of colourful rides in the distance, some with flashing lights, and Rosso starts making headway to one in particular before he realises that Adrian maybe wants to do something? So—]
You pick the next one. Since you never went to an amusement park or whatever.
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[Adrian is honestly just saying that because he knows it'll rile Rosso up, and what can he say? It's free amusement. They're at an amusement park. Amuse him.
But fine. Let's see, what else do parks like these have...? He stands back upright so he can see over the heads of the other parkgoers more easily, keeping his wings tucked close to his back so some kid running past him doesn't barrel into them.]
...I got it. Follow me.
[The Mile probably has rollercoasters, right? They're doing a rollercoaster.]
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If anything is guaranteed to make Rosso actually start shouting, and not in an angry way for once, it's probably one of those. Some of them even have lights on the cars themselves, which is neat if you're just one (1)
puppydogwerewolf who finds this new environment admittedly fascinating.He easily falls into step beside Adrian, sniffing the air on occasion. It smells like food and adrenaline and metal. Lovely!]
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