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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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[knightoflight]

"Is that wrong where you're from?"

Giant robots preaching unity were pretty rare in Wing's homeworld, too. He just doesn't want to admit it.

"We...we stick together by trying to stay alive, mostly."

[catchingflies]

"Naw, s'just kinda... geeky." Todd wrinkles his nose, thinking of the X-men. "And, y'know, nobody ever really does stick t'gether, it's just a big thing t'make them out like they're better'n the rest of us, anyway."

He drops from his crouch to actually sit on the edge of the busted wall. "What makes you guys's stickin' together better'n that stickin' together? You guys actually, like, help each other out or somethin'?" He sounds doubtful. It's not something he expects out of anybody, not these days.

[knightoflight]

"Geeky. That's bad?" He honestly was asking.

But he has to shake his head. "No. No one here is better than anyone else. Whatever they were in their world, here, we're all the same: survivors."

"And we do help. Or try to. Several helped during the dinosaur stampede and others right now are helping fix the hospital. It's simply," he struggles to try to find words. "It's in each person's best interest that we all survive."

[catchingflies]

"Huh." Todd is still kind of skeptical, but he isn't that great at arguing, and nobody's been particularly nice, really, since he got here... but then, he hasn't talked to a lot of people. Mostly people who lived here already, and they were kind of... displeased with him.

"Well, guess if you say so." He swings down to walk on all fours down the wall, like a spider or a gecko. "Still ain't seen a lot of it yet, but I guess if you're right, I will, yeah?"

[knightoflight]

Wing is only displeased with the Outer Authorities.

"It's always best to judge for yourself, of course. But give people here a chance. And yourself."

He does tilt his head as Tolansky moves down the wall. Why didn't the others tell him they could do this?

"Well, what would you like to see? I could take you?"

[catchingflies]

Wing isn't one of the natives. The natives have been kind of irritable when it comes to weird people clinging to their walls. Todd is apparently doing a really bad job at hiding he's a mutant... not that he's trying all that hard. Or at all.

He stops at the offer, though, and stares up-- he's far enough down now that it's definitely "up"-- at Wing. "Uh. How's that? You gonna carry me on yer shoulder, or somethin'?"

[knightoflight]

The natives hadn't been great with giant robot jet, either, but Wing would grant your point.

"I could fly you." Silly! "I do transform into a jet."

[catchingflies]

That officially has Todd's attention, and he leapfrogs back up to the top of the broken wall to stare at Wing eagerly, at his level again. Between the whole shape-shifting thing, and the flying thing, he's officially interested again. "You can turn into what?"

[knightoflight]

Well, that was more of a reaction than Wing was used to.

"A jet? Not a big one, just...me." That sounded awkward. "All of my kind has an alternate mode."

[catchingflies]

"Whooooah. That's cool, bro. Can people, like, ride in you, or just, like, on your back?" He's not too sure whether he likes the idea of being inside somebody, big robot or not, but on seems pretty cool, on its own. "I mean, you're plenty big already, y'know?"

[knightoflight]

"I have a compartment for transport." He laughs. "I don't think riding hanging onto my back would work very well. But we could try it?"

It's Wing: he's up for anything.

[catchingflies]

So's Todd Tolansky! "Jest try not to go too fast, an' I'll see what I can do for the hangin' on bit." He looks ready and eager for action. Not to mention to see the giant robot turn into a freakin' jet.

i am the latest!! ;-;

[knightoflight]

"I didn't know your kind could do that." This is news. Good news, actually. "All right."

Wing steps back, transforming, the nacelles lifting him to a hover, trying to get close to where Tolansky is, tipping his wingflap to invite the other to come on.

oh hai! <3

[catchingflies]

"Yeah, well, my kind's special." Todd puffs himself right up proudly, but deflates with his mouth open as Wing transforms right in front of him. He's seen Mystique change shape, sure, but that's kind of a totally different thing.

"Whoah," he says.

It takes him a beat before he registers the invitation, and he bounds over, looking for something convenient to cling to.

[knightoflight]

"Special?" That's good, right?

He honestly doesn't see transforming as special at all: it's what his kind does, as natural as breathing.

Wing's jet mode had a narrow enough cockpit area: there should be, he hopes, a way Tolansky can hang onto his wings over them.

[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!"