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Who: Hydracula & visitors
Where: Hydracula
When: Day 178, night
What: HYDRACULA!!!

[THINGS AND OCCURRENCES OF SUPERB HYDRACULAN NATURE!! Also Lucky finally wandering home, super spacing out ~~JUST LIKE A MIRROR CLONE!!1~~ or you know just like normal right now]

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[If he's watching, he'll probably catch a very definite flicker of interest at his description of the Bloody Road. The Wing Road gets an almost imperceptible shake of the head, and a soft snort under her breath. Sonia… her fingers twitch, but there's no other reaction. The Over Road garners a slight tilt of the head.]

Hehh… [glances down at the A-T she's borrowing.] They're more interesting than I'd thought.

[Looks back at Fang.] What's so special about this 'Ring' Road?

Because very, very few people even attempt it... and less have the skill to master it. They're very rare and very precious.

The Ring Road requires precise timesense, understanding of mechanics and the physical body... Emotional states and simple understanding of what it all means... they're the ones who bring the rider in perfect tune with their A-T. Beyond simple mechanics, they're engineers... and the best of them becomes a tuner exclusively for one person, a King. And will be the person that knows that rider the best of anyone else in the world.

There is a certain threshold that you almost can't pass without someone with that skill.

[Well, that description sure paved the way to some internal snark!

Except internal snark means external distraction, and external distraction while on A-T… for somebody who finds a gymnastics routine easier than the basics… yeah, you bet a slight shift in weight turns into a stumble. Which turns into another stumble when correcting her balance doesn't go according to plan.

DERP.]

Ah...

[ON HER ASS.]

…

…

…

— eh?

[Offers a hand up~]

[blinks at the proffered hand a couple of times… then takes it, accepting the help up.]

[may. just be laughing a tiny bit under her breath]

Eh? What?

[half-smile] S'nothing.

[.... Letting it go with a tilt of his head.]

All right.

… Gimme a challenge, you guys? I need to prove a point.

What kind of point, and I'll give you a challenge to fit it.

[thoughtful pause]

… I'm not sure how that'd…

Even if there's a risk that I'll tear myself apart, I'm still going to fly. ... That's all it is.

...

[Smiles and nods]

Sparta will be a good teacher.

What you need to work on though is fine control...

Follow me.

[Starting towards the lake.]

[Follows! With some minor frolicking and bouncing off the walls, just so she can get herself back into gear.]

[Stops at the lakeside, unlaces the A-T from his belt and sits down and puts them on.]

Mind you, my style isn't much like Sparta's but... it should give you an idea of what to do.. this is really tricky, but I think Trixie can do it after some work.

[paaaaaaauuuuuuse]

Ehhh… Fang, it's me. This time.

Ah! Your voice has gotten stronger.

Has it?

[somersaults into a handstand.]

… Guess taking a break worked out okay.

Mmm, it's good to hear.

[Stands up and dusts off his uniform]

Keep watch~ Like I said, you'll do fine with this with some practice.

[Comes out of the handstand and into a crouch. Settles there, watching closely.]

Ready when you are.

[Unlocks the wheels, stretches widely and makes an easy hop of a start and then a race towards the lake side, eye closed and a faint bit of a smile, as if feeling when rather than watching...

His movements are almost airy next to Sparta's precise and focused actions. The leap is almost like float... and the sharp edges of the A-T seem to touch the surface of the water... Instead of sinking in and dropping below the surface, the water dimples in a circle below the A-T under the air pressure, and he doesn't linger, seeming to run right to the next, skipping like a stone across the surface to the shore...

Behind him, each of the small circles erupt into violent churning pockets of water before smoothing.]

[holy shit]

[Leaning forward, trying to catch every single itty-bitty minute detail without losing the bigger picture.]