Above the Streets of Fandom, Sunday Afternoon

[newroutines]

Caine was still looking for an explanation for why he was here. And why Jupiter wasn't, and whether there was anything he could do about either of those things, and whether there was a way off this rock because he'd tried the causeway and it hadn't let him anywhere.

So he'd spread his wings and taken to the air, and he was surveying the town that way, now. Also taking comfort from being up above it all. The island was holding him prisoner but at least it hadn't grounded him. He didn't want to be stuck on the ground.

... There were tiny white horses on many of the rooftops below. This place was strange.

[ooc: Ooopen, if you want to holler up at a winged person!]

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[rebelseekspizza]

Here Dante was, hanging out outside Pizza Planet, just minding his own business, when--

"Hey! Your wings are in my sun!"

Ugh.

[newroutines]

"Not your sun!" Caine called back down, after a moment.

Not that he could know that for sure, seeing as this was a completely unfamiliar place aside from being on Earth. But he didn't really care much right now.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante held up a hand so he could see properly, hoping vaguely this wasn't a demon, because that would just be a hassle. "It is," he yelled, "Flock off, feather-face!"

[newroutines]

Sure, that was worth flying further down for.

"I don't have feathers in my face."

No, just terrible facial hair.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Sorry," Dante said, "I didn't realize you were a flying mutt."

Well, wolf, by the looks of it, but who was keeping track?