Board Thread:Role Playing/@comment-24852191-20180211164324/@comment-24852191-20180213042547


 * It’s a nice sunny day over the Pacific Ocean. A few birds flutter about, and the sea is alive as the surf shoots spray into the air. Speaking of the air, it is cool and moist and only large puffy cumulus clouds float through the sky like large lumbering islands against a blue backdrop of a vast sea. Well, that is until the air is disturbed by a the roaring sound of engines and the choppy fluttering of propellers. An odd sight that hasn’t been seen in nearly 70 year s appears off the coast of North America. A lone aircraft, a B-25 Mitchell bomber patrols the coast as it heads northward, only, it isn’t patrolling. At the controls of this old aircraft of shining aluminum is a rather serious looking fellow. Not that he tries to be, it just comes off that way when you can’t relax when you only have the occasional CTAFs and ATCsmof smaller airports to listen and talk to, respectively. To make matters worse, he only has four songs to choose from on his phone, not that it does much good. The whirling of the B-25s massive propellers cause too much noise to hear his four songs by Johnny Cash as they cut through the air. He sighs and strikes in his seat as he seas only more coast line and ocean ahead. He thinks to himself, “This is supposed to be fun? Hm, some vacation this is.” He sighs again as his eyes keep a watchful gaze through his dark tinted aviators for any private aircraft that might “accidentally” try to hit him. He knew he was nearing a small airfield under class E airspace. Pirate space as he likes to all it because of the insanity of the pilots that happens in those places. Acelin Valameer was never one for vacations and when he was on one, he was always alert and cautious. Fortunately, no rogue Cessnas try to board his Mitchell by ramming them selves it the old bomber’s durable fuselage. He breathes a sigh of relief as he looks outside. The sky seems to be darkening. Acelin mutters to himself.

Acelin: Finally. Seattle at last.


 * The flight from Texas to Phoenix, and Phoenix to Sacramento, and from there to Seattle was a hellish one. Hellish in that it was very boring for someone of Acelin’s abilities.