A Random Book of Randomness

Roleplay Day 3

(this one's a bit long since we roleplayed all day.  Word count = 1965)

K: UPA looked over at the group with an unimpressed expression, clicking his tongue slightly as he rolled his eyes. 

"Go ahead and break his arm." He muttered under his breath before turning his attention back to Mandara. "ah, I kinda miss aerial duels, my brother and I used to do them a lot for fun when we were young." He trailed off slightly at the end as he sighed and shook his head slightly.

M: Mandara noticed UPA's change in tone at the end of that sentence, but didn't press for questions since it sounded like a sensitive topic.

"Me too, Thunder was always better at it since his wings have better maneuverability than mine." he stated, then he instinctively flicked his left-wing before sighing, "I kind of miss flying in general."

K: "I was already better than my brother for that same reason, his wings are designed for soaring."  He said as he stretched his arms slightly. "Why? Do you not fly much?" He asked out of curiosity.

M: Mandara looked down, wishing he never said that, but it was too late now, so he let out a drawn-out sigh before explaining, 

"S-Sort of, back during my war with Ussr I was captured by him.  One day I tried to escape but failed and when Ussr found out he-" Mandara paused for a second, the painful memories making it hard to talk, but he took another deep breath and kept going.  

"H-He b-broke both my wings.  I was fortunate enough to not lose them when I was finally rescued, b-but they never completely healed.  To this day I can't fly as fast as I used to, and it hurts if I fly for too long, so I don't." Once he was finished, he wiped his eye from the tears that were starting to form, "S-Sorry, I shouldn't be crying."

K: UPA frowned, regretting the fact he had asked. 

"I'm sorry to hear that, I can't imagine and I shouldn't have asked.  I've had my own run-ins with USSR, well I was fighting against him so it was inevitable.  I didn't lose my wings but I lost other things to him." He sighed, glancing down at his lap for a moment before continuing. "My brother is in a similar situation as you, a long time ago his wings got clipped, he wasn't able to fly for a few years and never regained the same strength or muscle mass." He then slowly got up and walked over to the country, placing a hand on his shoulder, "it's okay to cry, I'm sorry for bringing this up."

M: Mandara flinched when UPA touched him but didn't try to move away, he just said, "It's ok, you didn't know." He took a few minutes to calm himself down before he got up too, "I-I'm going to get some fresh air, I'll be right back," then left without waiting for a response.

K: UPA sighed and shook his head, mentally scolding himself for asking too many questions.  He had never been social and lacked social skills, usually just sticking to the two people he was the closest to.  He walked in the opposite direction, slipping into an empty sitting room off to the side, sitting on the couch to get away from all the commotion and noise. 

"Idiot, the one time someone new actually talks to you, you screw it up." He grumbled to himself, shaking his head slightly.  He then pulled up his shorts a bit, fumbling with the straps of his prosthetic before sliding it off since it was starting to get uncomfortable and hot. 

M: Mandara walked onto a balcony, breathing in the evening air as he stepped closer to the railing.  After a moment of standing there, he looked around to make sure no one else was nearby and slowly undid the straps of his eyepatch.  He opened his blind eye as he took it off and put it in his uniform pocket.  He then looked up at the orange and pink sky and let out a small sigh, it had been years since the last time he flew and his conversation with UPA got him really missing it.  He thought back to what UPA said about being better at aerial duels.