Down of Feathers (OPEN)

[Dai Chuu Kim]

The space port was busy and as the ‘Lucky Kim’ flew through the atmosphere he instantly began to find the closest station that had an available docking station. His last smuggling run was smooth without much trouble, and he made a bit of profit. Although he came to the port to get another job, he had already been running himself ragged that he might get wrinkles on his face from all the stress. Not to mention some of the people that he had were not all that receptive to his advances.

With a small sigh he banked his ship to the left, heading towards the closest port. As the ship began to enter the atmosphere the ship began to gradually get heavier as the gravity became stronger, the sounds of the engine’s beginning to compensate rang through the empty halls and bulkheads of the ship. Flipping a few more switches he glanced over to the small view screen to his side to notice an incoming transmission. Turning to his left he grabbed a stick of red lipstick and gently applied it on his lips before smacking his lips together, and after glancing in the flower framed mirror to make sure it was up to his standards he turned on the display.

“This is Central Control of A…GEH!” The look on the transponder’s face was priceless. It was a mix of disbelief, shock and disgust. He had lost all of his professional composure at the sight before him. Most people would when they see a large muscular man that was pursing his lips at the view screen and batting his eyelashes. Not to mention… is that lipstick?

“Oh you cute thing!” Dai began to talk, it was obvious that the young operator was lost for words. His reaction was more than enough for Dai for the moment, “I’m the pilot of Lucky Kim, I would like to request a landing permit for the closest Port if possible” Dai gave a sultry wink and began to trace his finger along his lower lip, “Soon if possible…”

“Yes right away… oh god…” The operator suddenly lost his calmness as he broke out of the trance and began to fumble through his panel. He glanced back up and winced before speaking again, “ Um… Port 425 Is yours… I’m going to be sick…”

The transmission was ended abruptly and quickly, but that didn’t mind Dai one bit. He was just glad his sex appeal was still working enough to make someone so sick to the stomach with the thought of not being with him.

Soon his navigation panel lit up with the instructions and directions to the port he was assigned, and with a small satisfied grin he banked his ship to the new beacon. With the Auto Pilot now on and guiding the ship to the proper location, Dai stood up and stretched his large frame before glancing over to his pet. He gave the tiny creature a smile before climbing down the metal staircase from his bridge. The rest of the ship was quiet and his heavy steps echoed in the empty metal hallways. It worried him a bit as he traversed the length of the hallway to enter his own cabin, where he quickly stripped out of his clothes that he had been wearing for the past few days and slipped into something new. A bright white long sleeved shirt with feathers blooming out of the collar and a pair of simple pink slacks.

The tone of an a close proximity alarm soon sounded through the ship and Dai knew that the port was getting close. Scampering back to the bridge he quickly adjusted the engines and the brakes to cause his ship to come to a slow halt. After he made sure the connections to the port was finalized he decided to turn off every non-essential systems before heading down to the loading ramp.

With the lonely sound of his steps in the cargo hold, the giant man took a deep breath before pushing the button that caused the massive doors of his ship to lower down. The grinding of gears and the loud whine of the hydraulics were like a sweet tune to his ears. Those sounds to him were a melody that symbolized the start of a new adventure, and it was a new adventure that he was craving right now.

[Regent]

"Lollipop, lollipop, ohhhwaaaaa lollipop lollipop!"

A bright voice bounced raucously from metallic hollow to hollow, accompanied by the soft swish of a pair of legs swinging happily back and forth. Perched like a slap-happy canary, a blond clad in absurdly dark ensemble of blacks and leather straps preened and chirped with a more than pleased grin. A brightly beaming popsicle of multiple colors dribbled fruit juice down a gloved hand.

Selter grinned. Oh, what a beautiful day it was. Or, so he assumed with another long lick of the the illegally accquired treat. The sunlight streaming in through the few windows of the cargo hold spoke of the beautiful weather outside. But outside held a very, very angry loan shark looking for his very, very expensive briefcase....an that sat next to the master thief on his beam perch.

Cargo holds were amazing places to hide. The vacuous, man-made caverns held perfectly unreachable, shadowy nooks to laze about in until one's pursuers gave up. And that was precisely what Selter intended to do. Well, until Mr. Weapons McCeeyho showed up. THEN the lazing would end. For a little while. Mr. McCeeyho’s name was written aaaaaaall over his well-earned loan-shark-bait stealing.

Stealing the bait made the sharks angry, true.

But that bait could buy harpoons. And those harpoons could take on much, much bigger fishes, Selter mused gleefully. His hands nearly shook, and he bounced where he sat with the thought.

SO. MANY. EXPLOSSSSSIONS!

But the wizard had to meet up first. Caaaalm down Selter. Caaaaaaaalm dooown. He could already feel his pulse dipping into erratic pumps. Must be calm. Must be stealthy. Lone footsteps were shattering his “stealthy silence.” No more singing. Selter’s lips were zipped. Pulling his legs up, the blond gave a wary look to the floor thousands of feet below.

Shifting, shifting, constantly darting sapphires watched the colorful colossus waltz across the empty cargo bay. Was he….dancing? Selter couldn’t tell. A tilt of the head, and the bold escapist was adjusting his position to get a better look. If he could just snag those binoculars from his right pocket….

D’awww! Damnit!

Selter barely swallowed his words before they flooded out of his mouth, hand reaching wordlessly for his spinning, plummeting popsicle. Poor, poor popsicle…headed straight for shiny bald head. Popsiiiiicllleeee…it had been so delicious.

Pie was delicious too. Maybe he’d get some of that later-
Wait, there was something he was supposed to be doing?
Hiding!!!!! Too late! The popsicle stuck its landing, and straddling the beam rather vulnerably, Selter had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. Awkward at best, only one thought struck the clone’s brain: make friends.

“HIYA!!!” He grinned with a wave. The motion, overly enthusiastic, set him off balance, and with a suppressed yipe, he grabbed the briefcase and began to free-fall. He’d figure out a solution on the way down….probably!

[Dai Chuu Kim]

The final harmonious tune of the landing gears and the gentle thunder of his ship hitting home and powering down caused a small grin to spread across the large man’s face. He walked out into the massive cargo hold and glanced around the busy landscape before him. People were everywhere, in strange clothes and acting differently from each other, and the best of all, there was A LOT of eye candy floating around in the sea.

Pulling his arms above his head, Dai gave a great big yawn as he stretched his arms. The sound of his muscles contracting and popping filled his empty cargo hold before he glanced out to some on lookers who gave him a weird look. He smiled at them and gave them a wink before blowing them a kiss as well, which in turn made the on lookers hastily look away. He frowned, catching a few good fish was going to be hard here, and everyone seemed to be so uptight. But then again it wasn’t like prime angel like men wouldn’t rain down from the heavens anyway. If angels did fall from the sky that would be the day that Dai would kill his fish.

He fluffed up the feathers around his collar before glancing around the cargo to see if there were any potential clients that he can offer his expertise to, that and he can also fly them around in his ship. But as the massive man glanced around he gave a large sigh as everyone was far too busy or already had prearranged plans. From his point of view it seemed like he was on a small island alone in the midst of a raging sea. Really, who wouldn’t want an overly attractive young man as himself as a pilot or even more? He was bulky he had to admit but he put on his best lipstick and had shirt with fluffy feathers around the collar!

Crossing his arms in a huff he scampered down the ramp and onto the hard concrete, and just then something extremely cold fell on top of his head. Dai Chuu Kim stood there, dazed as something sweet smelling dripped down between his eyes. He crossed his eyes to see the multicolored stream and he raised an eyebrow in interest as he raised his hand to wipe off whatever fell on top of his head. He instantly noticed it was sticky and frowned, as he tilted his head forward to wipe off the rest. Where the hell did that come from? He thought as he wiped his now sweet and sticky hand on a cloth that hung at the door, and glanced up to see someone falling towards him.

Two things ran through Dai’s brain at that moment.

First was the ‘Ah HA!’ of the realization of the man that was falling towards him was responsible for the sticky mess on his head. That could mean two things to Dai. One was the fact that the man was excited and was doing an unspeakable act above in the sight of him, or the second was the fact that he had dropped an icy treat. Dai hoped it was the first.

The second thought was more or less an act of his imagination. Above him the clouds seemed to part as a heavenly angel garbed in a white robe descended from the heavens. His angelic wings flapped as his smile shone with delight at the sight of Dai, and with one hand he held a golden harp and a bottle of KY Jelly in the other. His voice rang out in a divine tone that was more like a choir of hymns to Dai’s ears, “HIYA!”

Although it was the greeting that caused Dai to look up in the first place it didn’t matter. The heavens had sent him an angel, an angel of Love!

With stars glittering in his eyes Dai bounded forward, his arms extended and a large smile spread across his face. Tears even started to form in his eyes as he ran to catch the falling angel. He was filled with happiness as he ran, “Angels DO fall from the sky! I am coming, my sweet Angel! I shall catch you in my arms and never let go!”

[Regent]

Freefalling, in some ways, held some of the most carefree seconds of a thief's life. In the scant two seconds before a decision was to be made, Selter's mind was blissfully clear of all things, a welcome change, and simply fell. There was no rattling, no sparking, no grinding of the teeth to get his thoughts to slow down. No, there was simply falling.

It was landing that was always the problem. The longer the fall, the more comfortable Selter felt, and unfortunately, while it was still a dangerous height, this was not a long fall at all. Sighing, the blond brought himself back into reality, and like a well-oiled machine, his mind fired up again, neurons' flashes dashing from thought to thought like a pinball. Like an overspun wheel, his brain quickly spit out a calculation of how much time he had left before he hit the ground.

23.4 seconds until impact.

It would take 1.2 seconds to grab the grappling hook off his belt, Selter acknowledged. 2.29 seconds to raise it. 1.83 seconds to fire it, and a very long 4.5 seconds for it to rise and grab on of the steal beams. 10 seconds for the slack to straighten and catch his fall.

3.6 seconds to recoil and bounce.

He'd be too close to the floor by then. And Selter, as much as he liked freefalling, detested splattering. Splattering was for paints, for blood, for ice cream on a hot day- so delicious....just like his poor popsicle.

Where had that gone, again, anyway?

Wait! There were decisions to be made!

15 seconds until impact....and Selter finally did something he very rarely relished in. The happy-go-lucky thief panicked. His heart rate jumped, his pupils dilated, and he fumbled on his belt for something, anything that might aid in the aversion of making a Selter-smoothie.

Too long, too long, he had waited too long. Cringing, the Irbexian closed his ice blue eyes and waited. The splat would be quick, hopefully- and at best, he'd walk away minus a liquefied spleen [td][/td]and with a splintered skeleton. Assuming he'd ever walk again.

Well, it didn't appear he would. He was already floating...floating. Was this what death felt like? He certainly preferred falling to floating- falling was so much more controlled, calculated and free. Wincing, Selter squeezed one eye open and took a gander at what he assumed would be the circle of hell reserved for genetic abominations and thieves such as himself.

Instead, he found a feather boa tickling his nose. Promptly, the blond gaze a violent sneeze, and upon recovering, looked around bewilderedly.

A bemustached behemoth beamed back at him. Selter's levels of cognition absolutely plummeted.

This was a very strange hell indeed, if he had in fact died. Why was it, exactly, that the slightly average-sized artist of the hand kept running into these GIANT men? Pondering this, the All-Marshall's bastard peeked down at the now very selter-smoothie-free ground.

He was still alive.

Understandably, Selter did the first thing that he could think of. A great whoop of joy shook his form as he raised his arms in victory. "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOO!"

Grinning, Selter turned to the man, whom he know remembered as the popsicle's target and promptly gave him a rather tight hug. "Nice catch!"

He became rather aware that the flamboyantly dressed pilot was carrying him bridal style, but the electrical current around the pair hinted that there was no harm, no aggression- at least yet, operating around the man's body. So, for the moment, Selter sat still and recovered, chattering away.


"You're really good at that! Did you play football or something? I bet you'd make a killer receiver. Football's pretty fun, but I think I like ice hockey better. Or maybe pumpkin smashing. Yeah. Have you ever done that? Oh wait, yeah, my name's Selter. Helter-Skelter-Selter, if you like. What's yours?"

One breath had barely been uttered before the antsy thief hopped down and continued to chatter like a caffeinated gradeschooler.


"So are you a pilot? I bet that's your ship back there. I'm not allowed to fly ships, hahahaha. The man that was teaching me said I got too distracted. I don't think I do. I can concentrate when I want to. Watching those gauges just got boring. I mean, if you run out of fuel you can always jump out, right? Oh......have you seen my briefcase?"

[Dai Chuu Kim]

Oh no! His sweet angel of love was panicking!

This was not allowed, nothing was allowed to alarm his sweet gift of the gods of love, and certainly he wasn’t going to let the poor thing scream its head off as it somehow lost his angelic wings during the fall. But no matter, he was perfectly safe as Dai dug his heels with into the steel platform and braced himself as he accepted the blonde, oh so delicious blond into his arms. His grin couldn’t be measured as his cheeks flushed with a cute pink before nuzzling his cheek against his new ’special friend’.

He twirled around on one large toe like a ballerina and pranced a few steps back towards his ship when the delight in his arms cheered and suddenly wrapped his arms around him. At the moment, the giant man felt a sudden surge of… something… most likely happiness, and if his grin could get any wider it probably would of. But alas all good things had to come to an end and his sweet angel was released from his large arms and began to talk.

Dai Chuu Kim, listened to his new prize as he took a few steps around him, and for a large man like Dai, that was ONLY a few steps. He placed a finger on his pursed lips as he tapped it in deep thought, he examined the individual as if scrutinizing every single part of him. His eyes trailed from his downy soft blond hair, oooh how he wanted to run his fingers through that hair. His cute and crisp clear blue eyes, mmmmMmmMmm. His luscious male lips that seemed to talk on forever, but for Dai he was imagining other things with that mouth, and unintentionally the giant man licked his lips as his eyes trailed down lower.

He wasn’t as built as much as himself but that wasn’t a surprise, most males aren’t Gethreegian. But with the clothes that this male particularly had on, left Dai to imagine what was underneath. No matter, he would just have to strip the young man of his offending dull clothes, he won’t need it anyway right? Beaming with anticipation, the giant man glanced down to the cute bottom of the young thief and was extremely tempted to just give it a bit of a squeeze.

Dai listened to the over energetic young man with a smile, he let him finish before placing his hands harmlessly behind his back, “My name is Dai Chuu Kim, my sweet tender delicious Angel, and yes I am a pilot! Its my job to give people rides, in more ways than one, but that’s something I can show you later. By the way do you need a pilot for something? I am more than willing to give you a ride of your life if you do…”

Dai clapped his hands with a mirthful glee as he frolicked towards the ship, only to spin around on his toe and while balancing himself with one leg straight back and his hands to the side like little fairy wings he beckoned Selter over, “Over here you cutisy wutsy angel you!”