When our heart flies Towards Heaven,
Time stands still.
It does not interfere.
Firo Prochainezo
Location: Flight 227
Time: 8:03 – Morning
Day: April 1st
The dream had changed. From something alien to something wholly familiar. From an man, with a seeming penchant for long-winded lectures, to a vision of warning that echoed across his very being. The setting may have been different, but this vision was familiar as all the others he had seen.
There was none alive on this white, desolate wasteland.
Why would there be? After all he...!
"...and teacher of Modern Alchemy in Athena Academy. Nice to meet you all, and it certainly is good to see so many new faces today. This plane hasn’t been this full since.........well, the April of last year, fuhahahahahaha!”
And so, Firo Prochainezo was shaken out of his sleep by the voice of the strange woman. And her laugh succeeded where in most alarm clocks failed. The chilling laughter drove away any vestiges of sleep that may have been left behind. Hmmm... perhaps recording this conversation is in order? He could use a new alarm for his phone. No. He really had no need for more headaches at this point. Better not to open that can of worms.
Giving a final tentative loud yawn, more for show then anything else, he ran a cursory glance over the people surrounding him. Seems that Atlas has pulled quite the crowd here. A number of prominent magi, both from Estray and the Tower, members of the Church, the remarkably distinct figures of the Einzbern and a couple of girls he could swear are the Seers of the Fujou clan. And if they were here, the others clans would be quick to follow. And...
He let loose a chuckle as he saw a familiar jacket and the bright yellow mane. Half-Demons and Demon Hunters on the same plane? Oh, his intuition was right about this one. OLYMPUS was going to be absolutely hilarious.
Adjusting his dark green suit and hat, he turned his attention back to the woman from Atlas. She had chosen to forego talking (perhaps for the best) and was showing a video of OLYMPUS, the City in the Clouds. A marvel of magical engineering and probably the most majestic and greatest thing to come out of Atlas during the past 300 years. A city of Magecraft and probably one of the last places in the world where the supernatural was common and present in everything.
“Now ain’t that something......?”
A little voice in the back of his head made itself stand out from all the background noise that he ignored. He gave a devious smirk as an idea came to him. Perhaps a blast from the past is in order?
He grabbed a white sheet of paper from the seat pocket. Considering the half-used box of crayons that were next to it, they were probably meant for some child from a previous flight. Luckily, he didnt have to use those as he pulled out a pen from his pocket. Writing by hand had a certain charm to it, after all. Finishing with his work, he swiftly folded the paper into a rudimentary, but extremely well made, paper aircraft.
Good. He was looking out of the window and being too over-dramatic as usual.
The paper airplane flew, swiftly and surely, and hit Kazu on the back of his head as he was gazing out of the plane window.
"Now...lets see what forbidden fruits the Eden in the Sky has to offer."
Oh yes. This was definitely going to be interesting.