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Unlike [u]Dragonheart[/u], Kit was unable to get even a moments rest. Aboard the VTOL was the constant [i]Swish-swish, swish, swish, swish-swish[/i] of her multiple tails excitedly whipping about around and behind the younger infected girl, unable to keep the anxious, hopeful grin from spreading across her youthful face. Bouncing about in her seat, she seemed unable to contain the pent up emotions within her. And could you blame the girl? This was her first official 'mission' with the Institute! Of course, she had been on training missions and the like, but this was her first dispatch for anything like this! She had hoped to be able to talk to her new teammates along the way, but it seems they were busy either sleeping or talking some official nonsense she didn't really care for amongst themselves. Boo! They were boring!

But she would be damned if that put a damper on her mood! The turbulent weather before hadn't, so this wouldn't either! There would be plenty of time once they reached their designation to be able to get to talk to the others, and there would be other teams there as well! At such thoughts, the swishing of her tails seemed to increase in frequency, another reason why her teammates were currently avoiding her. They didn't want to get slapped god knows how many times because the girl couldn't contain herself!

Though only a moment later, a high pitch cry filled the air as the sides of the VTOL seemed to be slammed by a constant marriage of wind. Who was screaming so loudly? It took a moment for Kit to realize it was her that was screaming like someone about to be brutally murdered and covered her mouth, face flushing red before she let out a much quieter scream as the VTOL shook again. It was hard to see if she was shaking or if it was the VTOL itself, but a moment later she squealed yet again as a large shard of Originum pierced into the cabin, and if not for her following the order to start evacuating, it would've skewered her where she sat.

Pale-faced, she slapped her hands against her cheeks and shook her head. She needed to calm down! She was sure that everyone else was panicking enough as was, her constant screaming wasn't helping! Doing her best to keep her footing despite the now failing and falling aircraft, Kit took the parachute offered from the team leader, glancing to her side at [u]Dragonheart[/u] and shot him a grin, albeit a bit forced as the fear was evident on her face, before making the jump with him.

What happened next was probably just as terrifying as being aboard the vessel. The turbulent winds battered away at the girl, her hair and tails whipping about out of control around her. No one would've been surprised if her small, light frame would've just been picked up and tossed away by the winds. Even if the girl wanted to, she couldn't look back. If she did, all she could see was the storm and her own hair fluttering around. She was sure everyone else was fine and was following them now!

At [u]Dragonhearts[/u] prompt, the panicked girl began groping about for her parachute cords. A moment later, her frail hands gripped onto it and gave a tug that was perhaps a little too hard, though it didn't seem to be a problem as it deployed smoothly enough. With the worst of the storm behind them, she took this chance to try and get all the hair that was currently in her face back into place as they descended. What the hell was that anyway?! She thought that they had avoided the storm! The last thing she heard the pilots say did stick in her mind, however. What had followed them? Was it perhaps the storm? No-no-no, that couldn't be right. Storms can't follow things! That was just silly, even for her!

Another prompt from [u]Dragonheart[/u] brought her back to reality. Brace for what? Her eyes widened as she finally registered the forest beneath them. Oh, right. Landing. With a grimace, she tucked herself into as small a ball as possible, arms in front of her face and knees tucked into her chest, her tails wrapping around her frail flame before the painful impact. Even with the semi-controlled, slowed descent from the parachute, she wasn't quite prepared for such a rough landing! Smashing into dry, sharp sticks was about as pleasant as one could imagine-as in, not pleasant at all. She grimaced as several times she felt something cut through her clothes, by the time she had come to a stop she knew she was covered in scratches and bruises. She brought her hand up to a particularly nasty cut above her cheek, her hand soon becoming wet, sticky and warm as she brought back to inspect the blood on her still shaking hands. Well, she was in pain and bleeding, so at least that meant she was still alive and kicking!

Wiping the blood on her skirt, she could still feel it oozing out of the cut, down her chin before dripping down onto the ground and canopy-wait, there was no canopy now that she looked. It was all just thick branches of dead tree. That explained the painful impact with it. Squirming about in her harness as she searched for the buckle amongst her messed up clothes, hair and tail, a loud groan came from one of the limbs she had gotten stuck on.

Oh no.

With a loud squeal and a loud [i]snap[/i], she fell through the 'canopy' but luckily for her the cords got caught once more and instead of falling-perhaps with some rather unsavoury consequences-onto the forest floor, instead she was now just hanging off to the side above [u]Dragonheart[/u]. Oh thank god he had made the landing as well! And she had found him already as well! Things were beginning to look up already!

[color=F0A485]"I'm fine! Just got to...gah get out of this."[/color] With a wide grin directed at the older infected, Kit would begin her search for the buckle to her harness once more. Though despite her positive attitude, one could take one look at her scratched, battered form, blood still dripping from the cut on her cheek, and could probably guess she hadn't had the greatest time of it all. But despite the injuries, none were particularly a problem so long as they were properly tended to as to avoid infection-well, the other kind of infection.

Unless [u]Dragonheart[/u] intervened sooner, the girl would provide a rather amusing sight as she seemed to just get further tangled up in her parachute, the frustration visible on her face as her little legs flailed about like a child throwing a tantrum. [color=F0A485]"Any...moment....now...!"[/color] It was obvious the girl needed help, but seemed too stubborn to ask for it. Eventually, she began so tangled up that she was now hanging upside down, her limbs a tangled mess around her as she dangled above the man, the blood now running into her hair.

[color=F0A485]"Umm...can you cut me down please?"[/color] With a sheepish grin and a bright flush on her face, she finally caved in and asked for her teammate's assistance.