[ Considering she has no grasp of the depths—ergo consequences—of space, the threat is rather lost on her. She's already floating in unfathomable nothingness, what's one more level on top of that? But before she can express as much, he's screaming his own brand of blasphemy and the ship is lunging forward. She may not be able to see, but she can feel the tilt, sense him reaffirming his hold on her prison ever tighter. ]
[ Look Perc, if you don't want a ghost in your lap maybe leave what it's trapped in alone?? ]
Perhaps you would be able to steer if you had left yourself the use of both hands! Pull up!
[ Truth be told, she has no idea what pull up entails, but it is probably the most frequently cried expression whenever the flying wagon started to pitch like this. She's hardly affected by the force of the maneuver, but where she floats, she does inevitably bump shoulders with the man more than once as he steadies the vessel. And by bump, of course, I mean phase uncomfortably through. ]
What... does that even mean?! Quit speaking nonsense!
[ Percival can barely work the controls here, much less think about what it means to "pull up". Pull up where? To that meteorite coming right at them at breakneck speed? Definitely not.
Though, he has to admit she has a point. Even if this is, in his mind, the best way to secure this strange being and ensure that they land safely, he's given up use of his left hand. Whatever she's made of, her presence is making him feel increasingly uneasy every time she fazes in and out of his proximity.
It's not like the ship's course can get any worse, so he finally takes a moment to set her down on the seat next to his own and strap her down. ]
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[ Look Perc, if you don't want a ghost in your lap maybe leave what it's trapped in alone?? ]
Perhaps you would be able to steer if you had left yourself the use of both hands! Pull up!
[ Truth be told, she has no idea what pull up entails, but it is probably the most frequently cried expression whenever the flying wagon started to pitch like this. She's hardly affected by the force of the maneuver, but where she floats, she does inevitably bump shoulders with the man more than once as he steadies the vessel. And by bump, of course, I mean phase uncomfortably through. ]
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[ Percival can barely work the controls here, much less think about what it means to "pull up". Pull up where? To that meteorite coming right at them at breakneck speed? Definitely not.
Though, he has to admit she has a point. Even if this is, in his mind, the best way to secure this strange being and ensure that they land safely, he's given up use of his left hand. Whatever she's made of, her presence is making him feel increasingly uneasy every time she fazes in and out of his proximity.
It's not like the ship's course can get any worse, so he finally takes a moment to set her down on the seat next to his own and strap her down. ]