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sweetpinkpixie · 09-08-2017, 03:22 AM

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Originally Posted by Oesed

Brighton was bouncing on air from planet to planet. Pluto nearly bounced back at him, too, and protective shield or not, an asteroid sent him spiraling down a completely different galaxy. The return to the Milky Way was strenuous and metaphorical sweat was the result of it, though it did little to vanish the ghost of a smile that for once appeared on his lips.

It was difficult to write down in open space--or the closest thing to it he could get to, at any rate--so a quick quotes quill floated next to him. It fought furiously against gravity itself, taking notes that resembled hieroglyphs that he'd have to transcribe later. As the quill seemingly went down on a spiral in his notebook, conjured a small tennis ball, and lunged it at Venus' atmosphere.

And then the viewpoint changed and the tennis ball went with it. His sigh was audible and it carried across the room.

"Flamsteed." It did not matter to him if Flamsteed was not around or not. When within the confines of the Space Chamber, Brighton had taken to complain at the man regardless of his physical presence in the room or lack thereof. "I grow tired of this. Surely there's a way to control this."

One Airey Flamsteed had not be present. At least not until a tennis ball came into view all to late and smack the man right in the middle of his unusually large forehead that is. It was like a scene from a muggle cartoon really.
Completely innocent man walks into a room. Innocent man gets smacked in the face with a ball and provides for a thrilling demonstration of Newton's Laws of Motion...

Airey was unsure as to where the tennis ball had gone off to. He could hardly see through the veil of papers that had been tossed into the air from the folder in his hands thanks to said tennis ball.

"Control your tennis ball?" he muttered bitterly as he reached for his wand to summon the papers back to his person before they floated too far away. Sweet solstice he was going to have to reorganize all these. Thankfully his personal numbering system was straight forward enough - for a Flamsteed anyway. "....surely."

09-08-2017, 03:22 AM	#3 (permalink)
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