Gods help us if we pull out a crate with body parts. [He really hopes there aren't body parts in any of these boxes. What would even be the point of that. He shoots Ambrose a look, but wavers a bit when the other shows concern.]
I learned my lesson about pushing myself on flying. And I'd really prefer not to go out drowning. For your sake, I'll keep the heroics to a minimum.
[He smiles then, the casual kind of smile of someone who has a very different definition of 'pushing it' from most mortals. Still, he doesn't wait for another argument and takes to the sky one last time. The breeze is still cooperating with him which is a good sign. He glides out over the open water and wreckage, relieved to see that all people are clear. He also spies a few floating boxes and hovers over them briefly, waving his lantern so Ambrose can see, and then moves on.
He sees some further out or some bob beneath the waves, refusing to resurface. He doesn't stop for those, but winces when he sees them go. Who knows what was in there, what supplies they've just lost because of someone else's decision. Something they hadn't bothered sharing with anyone else around here. It's the exact thing they'd been trying to prevent when Cao Pi had started that town hall meeting a few weeks back and now look where they were.
Jason shakes his head and makes for the shore. He catches sight of one final crate and, using his wind, produces a gust to blow it back to shore on a wave. He lands not too far away from it.]
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I learned my lesson about pushing myself on flying. And I'd really prefer not to go out drowning. For your sake, I'll keep the heroics to a minimum.
[He smiles then, the casual kind of smile of someone who has a very different definition of 'pushing it' from most mortals. Still, he doesn't wait for another argument and takes to the sky one last time. The breeze is still cooperating with him which is a good sign. He glides out over the open water and wreckage, relieved to see that all people are clear. He also spies a few floating boxes and hovers over them briefly, waving his lantern so Ambrose can see, and then moves on.
He sees some further out or some bob beneath the waves, refusing to resurface. He doesn't stop for those, but winces when he sees them go. Who knows what was in there, what supplies they've just lost because of someone else's decision. Something they hadn't bothered sharing with anyone else around here. It's the exact thing they'd been trying to prevent when Cao Pi had started that town hall meeting a few weeks back and now look where they were.
Jason shakes his head and makes for the shore. He catches sight of one final crate and, using his wind, produces a gust to blow it back to shore on a wave. He lands not too far away from it.]