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Snap just stared at the two for a moment, then looked down at the board he was still standing on followed by a slow scan of the rest of the group who were just milling about unsure of themselves or the situation it seemed.

With a theatrical shrug of his shoulders Snap coasted, easily sliding across the last of the deck and out into the open sky like an ice cube glacially sliding along a countertop.

After coasting a little more than three meters out Snap fell slightly backwards, bending at the ankles and knees, as the nose of the board dipped down to a vertical angle. Like one of those ancient cartoons of the coyote running off a cliff, Snap hung there for a moment and then plunged out of sight with a whoosh of displaced air.

Now out of sight of the group he wiggled and waggled the board in such a way as to add even more speed than even a normal fall would produce by way of the grav effects of the board. With a snap roll the board made a series of vertical barrel rolls straight down followed by a Stuka peel off that rattled the nearby windows due too its suddenness and the force of the displaced air. He was now climbing at a 60 incline at the same ridiculous rate of movement, the board making little side to side scallops in the air so as to limit the amount of energy being bled off from the climb. The speed slowly bleeding off as the board climbed back up, all the while circling around the back of the tower, now keeping him from direct view of anyone on the hanger deck.

A good hundred seconds latter Snap came sliding back into view from above the hanger deck entrance.

Looking at the two instructors "Something like that?"

Tomias blinked a few times at Andre before swiftly shaking his head, "Ch-chairs aren't very very very good for cen..taurs." he pointed out hesitantly, "And.. Err... Can.. Can I have some water?" In reality, Tomias wanted an acre of land, grassy of course, where he could go and happily plunge into a nice cold lake. Of course, he doubted that there were any such places on Evine, let alone in this tower.

Tomias blinked at Andre again, his hooves shuffling about a bit. "Uhm.. Well.. Uhm.. I-I prefer standing and-and laying down." he managed to say. One of his fluffy ears flicked about, as if there had been a fly land on it, before settling down in a half droopy position whilst his other fluffy ear listened to the hum of the machines and the various people to the side of him.

Tomias gave a little smile at the sight of the stone jar, recognising the shape, before carefully reaching out and taking a sip - thankful for something familiar to him. He then turned a doubtful look towards Andre.

"I-I prefer to use my own systems and equipment.. I-if it's okay. I-I mean, it'd be easy for m-me to p-p-patch it up to yours.. And-and I could.. could adapt t-to yours i-if it isn't-t.. t... Possible." Tomias stammered along, his hind hooves beginning to fidget a bit more at his apparent rising distress levels, "I-I have all m-m..mm...my equipmmmm-ment. With me." He seemed to have difficulty pronouncing m's now, as if his jaw got stuck on that particular letter involuntarily.

An almost manic grin spread across Andre's usually refined face as Tomias stammered and stuttered through his reply.

"I like you," he beamed at last.

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"Nice choice," Seth smiled at Yamil, as he pulled off the docking platform.

((Your choice now: would you like to run through the whole introduction sequence, or would you rather leave that behind-scenes and jump straight to the hangar?))

[[We can skip it, I've already read ^^]]

Andre laughed a little. "Of course you can. You have left it down in your apartment?"

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((Let's try this again...))

Having parked in one of the minor hangars, and having then whisked Yamil around on an introductory tour of the important parts of the building, and given him the brief version of the introductory spiel, Seth had finally located the rest of psi-8 -- bar the centaur of course -- in the main hangars, which was where he now brought the Chamail.

The lift doors slid open to reveal the great open space, cluttered with machinery in various states of repair and construction, being worked on, tuned and cleaned by a team of people. Three people -- a redhead, a girl, and a guy who looked like he might be some sort of porcupine hybrid -- were standing in a knot near the hangar mouth. Just outside of it, a midnight-skinned young man hung in the air on a board, with a mildly goofy grin on his face, and perhaps an impatient set to his shoulders. They crossed to these people.

As they drew near, the redhead turned, and his face split into the biggest grin Yamil had ever seen -- on humanoid features, at least.

"Seth! Have you destroyed another of my vehicles? I swear, no-one can destroy a speeder more creatively than you..."

"Hello, Y'karrhr," the dark-haired man sighed. "This is Yamil, another member for Psi-8."

"Wha.. Oh! Hey!" The full glare of Y'karrhr's high-beam smile was now turned upon Yamil. "I'm Y'karrhr, welcome to the tower, and all that. You're just in time, we were just tossing you off the building." He handed Yamil the board he was holding. "A HovBoard -- the worst-named piece of technology in the civilised universe, but really quite a remarkable little thing. lightweight, dark, essentially cold; precisely what we need. It's new repulsofibre tech. Damn shame it isn't good enough to work for anything other than boards yet. They're slightly modified, of course -- the version they distribute to the plebs is always inelegant and inferior to what we can turn it into here. Ever ridden one before?"

The board was shaped more or less like a snowboard, but somewhat shorter, with footstraps. There were no repulsolift cells evident, or anything at all to make it look as though it was safe to jump of a building with it only.

Seth rolled his eyes as Y'karrhr babbled on. He liked to avoid the head of Tech Mech whenever possible: he erally didn't know how to shut that damned oversized mouth up. But he was an absolute genius when it ame to making a machine do whatsoever you wanted it to. Sure, Seth tended to be impressed by technology in general, coming from a mage world completely untouched by Evine, but even so, what this guy could do, well, it didn't make you wonder whether magic might just work on Evine: it was miles beyond that.

((I was intending to wait for Thrudd and Mieko... meh.

Also, Yun, I replied... albeit with one line >.< ))

"They're as simple as anything. I mean, we've even put footstraps on the damn things. Well, that's really to make absolutely sure you don't loose your footing -- the electrostat-attract patches aren't designed to function under the conditions we sometimes like to put these things through. But seriously, it's easier than falling off a docking platform." he gestured at the porcupine-like Crash, who tossed his folded board over. Y'karrhr unfolded it, and held it at about waist-height. It stayed put, even as he placed his hands on the upper surface, and leaned his weight onto it. Easily, he swung his feet up, and slipped them under the fairly flimsy-feeling straps. The balance of his weight set it drifting forward a little, until he settled back onto his back foot, causing it to hang stationary about a foot and a half off the floor.