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[knightoflight]

[Wing is standing outside the hospital--obviously, because he's far too big to fit inside. He has several long black chars on his white armor, and a few dents where he's taken rounds.  ]

[The biggest injury, though, is to his honor. He was trying to protect the hospital, but the Authorities...did not see to care.]

[He's standing by one of the low, ramshackle buildings when he speaks.]

I owe...everyone...an apology. I was trying to help. I thought I could minimize the damage, and protect the Hospital.

[He cycles a vent of air, like a sigh. He doesn't need to say this next part, but he does. He needs to admit it.]

I was wrong.  This?  [He gestures toward the crumbling walls, the jagged glass still hanging in rickety window frames,] is my fault.

I would like the opportunity to make up for it.

[It's up to them, now, if they'll have him.]

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[catchingflies]

"Yeah. I'ma mutant. That's where th'wall-crawlin' and jumpin' comes from. And the tongue, too."

Todd does find a way to wedge himself around the cockpit, hands clinging to the edge of the cockpit shield and feet braced on the wings. He's never tested his clinging ability when it comes to something likely to go fast, and he'd rather have a little more support than just that.

"Okay, uh, I think I'm good?"

[knightoflight]

"Mutant. It seems like such an ugly word for such abilities." Because they seemed fascinating to him: He could fly, but he couldn't think of a grounder who could climb walls like that.

He holds himself still as the other climbs on. "I'll go slowly, I promise."

And if Tolansky is ready, he'll nose forward, down the street.

[catchingflies]

He's ready. He clings barnacle like to the hull of the robot-turned-jet, and grins wildly at the movement. "Aw, it's not too bad. It's short for somethin' fancier. Works okay, fer me. You can totally go faster than this!"