[Job Thread] Fayre Play

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[Job Thread] Fayre Play

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47th of Ymiden, Arc 718

"Keep the skies clear. Stay out of trouble."

That was the only advice Cassidy had been given by his temporary overseer as they readied to leave. Assigned to patrol the air above the the festival with a few other Sergeants, Cassidy wasn't excited about this posting. He was sure it was meant to be some sort of punishment set down by Ray, a sanction to warn against anymore infractions that Airman had racked up. Try as he might, the Kane could hardly help that. Biting his tongue wasn't exactly a skill he had, especially when his commanding officer was verified asshole most trials of the week. He expected this would be boring affair. People were too afraid nowadays to celebrate much of anything. Mage burnings in the streets, the VII harassing merchants on the roads, there were a lot of reasons for citizens to be scared.

With a half-hearted nod towards the Major, Cassidy climbed astride his training Volareon. At least he'd be in the sky today; the Kane would take any excuse to get airborne he could find. Ever since his encounter in the Andarian Fields, he only ever really felt himself when he was in the air or when he was surrounded by flame.

Waiting for the two other sergeants assigned to his posting to get in the air, Cassidy gave his mount a quick jab to side with his heel. Recognizing the signal, the Volareon joined its kin above it, wings beating to a steady rhythm as it took off from the ground. He had a rough go about it in the very beginning, but the Airman had quickly discovered a natural talent for riding on borrowed wings. There were still moments of failure, of confusion as he and his mount fell out of synch, but he managed much better than the other recruits.

He’d say it was because all of Poppy’s private tutoring, however the pair spent more time getting distracted by each other than actually getting airborne. Cassidy couldn’t say he minded it at all.

The Kane let his idle thoughts slip away as he took to the skies. In the air, there wasn’t time to think. It wasn’t the domain of the analytical. Flight was a feeling that one had to know in their bones. That was the real reason Cassidy suspected he was a better rider than most other Airman. He could see them try and puzzle out the correct techniques to use to optimize flight. It was in those moments of attempting sieze control that he saw them lose. In the air, Cassidy didn’t think. He felt. Then he moved. Flight was freedom from everything, even one’s self.

In that way, Cassidy almost considered it a moment of divinity. Almost.

He was quick to join up with the other Skyriders, watching as their Volareons wings instinctively fell into synch with each other. Nodding towards the two sergeants at his side, he indicated that he was ready to follow their lead. Without a word, the two pressed on towards the Fayre. Sighing, he kicked his training Volareon into motion. This was going to be a long, boring trial.

An impish smile slowly crept to life on his lips. He just thought of a way to make it a little more exciting.

Ray was going to be so pissed.
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Two breaks into patrol, and Cassidy could hardly take it anymore. Nothing had happened since the the Fayre started. By nothing, he meant the stall owners and entertainers had opened up shop and maybe three people had shown up. He would sell his soul to Faldrun again if it meant something would happen. It was horrible, he knew it was horrible, but he needed an assault. A robbery would be fine. Some stern words tossed about by stall owners. Anything! He would take a lost cat at this point, as long as it broke up the infuriating idle circles that he had been strafing in since he arrived on site.

He could tell the Sergeants assigned to him were none too pleased by the posting as well. One of them was practically falling asleep in the saddle as they soared miles above the ground. The other entertained himself by spitting off the side of his mount and making idle bets with his half-awake companion on which stall owner it would hit. At this point, Cassidy was half-tempted to join them. Nobody enjoyed patrolling an empty sky above an empty Fayre.

At this point, Cassidy would practically be doing the Skyriders a favor by breaking protocol. If he waited much longer, he wasn't sure if the sleeping Sergeant was going to make it. With a light kick to his mount's side, the Airman urged the Volareon forward towards the two soldiers.

"Hey guys!" He called out as he approached, waving them down with an excitement that didn't quite match the idle atmosphere. He didn't know their names, not much point in learning when he wasn't going to see them after today's patrol. The one who spat turned with a surprised look on his face, and the one who was barely awake continued his precarious balance between the conscious and the unconscious.

"What's going on? Spot some trouble?" the soldier asked with a guilty hopeful glint in his eye. Cassidy cracked a smile, at least it wasn't going to be hard to convince him to break from patrol.

"No, no such luck," he began, pausing a moment to gauge the reaction. The soldier seemed disappointing in his answer, as well as almost relieved that he wasn't the only one drowning in dullness. Knowing he hadn't lost his one audience member, he pressed the social advantage. "But, I had an idea. What if we raced?"

"Raced?" he replied, visibly chewing the idea over in his mind.

"Yeah! I mean, nobody has shown up to this thing anyway, and we hardly need three Skyriders in the air for one little Fayre. So, why not? It'll be fun, and I honestly need the training. So come on! Let's live a little."

"I don't know..." The soldier obviously did know, he just needed a little push. If there was one thing that the Kane was good for, it was pushing people.

"What? Afraid an Airman is gonna outfly you, Sergeant?"

"You're on." The soldier's response was immediately, the prospect of being outdone by some 17 arc-old hotshot being just the right push to move the man to action. A slow, sly smirk crept across the sergeant's face as he matched Cassidy's daring gaze, and for a brief moment the younger man worried he had pushed slightly to far. "How about we make it a little more interesting. I've got a pouch of thirty gold nel on me. We race through the city for a break, and if you manage to catch me it's all yours. But if I dodge you for that break, you owe me thirty. Deal?"

"Deal," he shot back, a devious smile of his own twitching to life on his lips.

"So when do we-"

Cassidy kicked his mount into motion before the sergeant could even finish his sentence, one hand outstretched and already reaching for the pouch. The other man's eyes went wide with surprise, and he sent his Volareon into a dead-drop before shooting out from underneath the Airman. He was quick to recover from the shock and sent the beast beneath barreling from the outer edge of Andaris they were at and deeper into the city. "Nice try kid! Let's see if you can keep up!"

With a brazen, proud laugh, Cassidy was quick to give the man chase. Finally, the Fayre was getting interesting.
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Urban flying was a different beast entirely.

Cassidy pulled tight on the reigns of his Volareon, willing the animal to turn before they crashed into the side of a building. He landed the animal on the roof of the apartment, letting it take a second to breath after their near miss. The idle light of a lantern affixed to the side of the building flickered as he regathered his thoughts. If flying through the sky was grace and freedom, soaring into the city was sharp and confining. Everything was hard angles and tight spaces, and Cassidy had to keep constant focus in order to ensure that he and his mount didn't end up as a smear on the wall. He shouldn't have been hurtling through the air at such high speeds in the first place, especially with a training mount, but here he was.

This was his own fault, but he'd be lying if he didn't admit he was glad for the challenge. Anything was better than the suffocating boredom of patrol. Apparently even near-fatal injury.

"Come on girl, it's all right," he whispered into his mount's ear as he searched the sky for the Sergeant. He gave the beast a soothing scratch behind it's head, willing the animal to calm its nerves while he considered his options. The man had every advantage of the Airman. He was more experienced, he had a deeper connection to his mount, and he knew the city better than Cassidy. The Kane's advantages weren't nearly as numerous, but still bore their own merit. Cassidy had something to prove, and he was too damned stubborn to accept anything less than victory.

"There you are," he breathed, a smile in his sigh as he spotted a blur of gold streak across a bright blue sky. Kicking into his Volareon's flanks, the pair rocketed through the air towards his target. The sound of beating wings and surprised citizens gave them away, and Cassidy grit his teeth as he saw the Sergeant swoop down further into the clustered buildings of Lowtown. Not giving up the chase, Cassidy pressed his body closer to his Volareon as the pair streaked after him. He needed speed to catch the evading soldier, and the less of him their was to catch the wind the quicker his Volareon would be able to move.

The Sergeant's aerobatics were impressive, easily weaving through the tight alleys and turning corners quicker than Cassidy knew how to match. He had to pull away from the chase for a moment just to avoid damaging the homes around him. He wasn't going to be able to keep pace with the man in Lowtown, not when he was struggling to force his mount to focus on flight rather than panic at the rapid speeds they needed to approach. Chasing wasn't working, and Cassidy needed to try something else quick. The end of the break was fast approaching.

A devilish smile stitching itself across his face, he knew hat he needed to do.

Waiting a moment to observe his quarry's movements, Cassidy sent his Volareon soaring into action. The pair tore after the Sergeant, but this time they remained above him rather than at his altitude. Without the interference of the angular apartments, he and his mount were able to keep pace with the man as long as they remained above him. Like a hawk waiting for a rabbit to leave its burrow, the Airman mirrored his prey's movements while he looked for the right moment to strike: occasionally feinting a false swoop to guide the Sergeant in the right direction. The man and his mount were unwilling to exit the safety of Lowtown, but Cassidy didn't need them to. He just needed them close to an open flame.

Pressing his elbows into the Volareon's back, he signaled his animal to enter a dive towards the Sergeant. The pair shot through the open air like an arrow, the wind screaming in Cassidy's ears as they drew closer and closer. Twenty meters away. Fifteen. Ten. Five. He wasn't close enough, still not skilled enough to challenge the opposite rider's control of the mount. He was being outflown, shown up by the more experience rider. With one hand, the Airman reached out for his target's side pouch.

With the other, he signaled for the flame of a lantern not five feet from him to jump against its glass cage. The light flared suddenly, though not enough to call the Sergeant's attention to it. It did, however, catch the Volareon's eyes, causing the mount to rear back slightly. Still, slightly was all Cassidy needed to grip the soft leather of the man's coinpurse. With a sharp tug, the Airman ripped the pouch away and ended the chase.

The Sergeant had near every advantage, excepting one. Cassidy was a Kane, and Kane's knew how to cheat.

He had led the rider into an elaborate trap, chasing him back towards the building where Cassidy had almost crashed. The building which had a lit lantern affixed to its a side. The lantern which, when he was close enough, Cassidy could cause to flare with Faldrun's blessing and the crook of his finger. It wasn't exactly honest, but he didn't care. He had won, and, as far as the Sergeant knew and would share, he had managed to outfly and outfox him.

"You got lucky kid," the man grumbled as he slowed his mount to join Cassidy's, which was currently perched once more on that apartment building. Still bearing his shit-eating grin, Cassidy jangled the heavy coin pouch in response.

"Call it what you want, I won."

It didn't matter especially much to the Kane that he was thirty nel richer. It didn't matter to him that the Sergeant was likely to complain to his superiors. What mattered is that those superiors would hear that he outflew a more experience rider with a training mount. That the story would spread.

That nobody would be able to deny that he deserved a spot among the Skyriders.
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Re: [Job Thread] Fayre Play


“more time getting distracted by each other” I’m glad that relationship panned out! I was betting on Cassidy losing but it looks like he used his mark to cheat. At least he didn’t burn someone to death this time! Overall interesting read – Cassidy turned a chore into something fun.

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XP: 10
Loot: 30gn
Injuries: N/A
Renown: +5 outflying a Skyrider Sergeant

Knowledge:

Mount (Flying): Initiating a take-off
Mount (Flying): Soaring
Mount (Flying): Reducing rider size to increase speed
Mount (Flying): Urban flying
Mount (Flying): Utilizing altitude to gain advantage
Animal Husbandry: Petting an animal to calm it

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Kane Family: Born to cheat

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