Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20141007032632/@comment-29458028-20141013124420

Francois fell from the sky, electricity streaming off him as he struggled to control his flight. The time he spent inside the temporal stream had messed with his powers and dumped him in the sky, not somewhere convenient.

Francois knew his magicka was nearly expended. If he didn't have a second wind or regain control, he would become electrical splatter. That was not ideal.

Francois twisted around and dissipated his wings, falling from the sky, a shooting star. With some effort, he resummoned the daedric aerodynamic surfaces and slowed his descent, aiming to land safely. That would be accomplished without much difficulty.

His main worry was whether the temporal transplant worked. Also, he had to locate Claire, now that survival was not his priority. Emotion was a blasted thing. With the last of his magicka, he would redirect himself to a safe spot and locate her later.

Francois felt himself fade as he hit the ground relatively softly. He saw people around him. A familiar lady as well. Had to be a winged twilight taking him to Oblivion

(Haha, lel, I made Francois land in front of Claire, but he looks semi alien with the wings, glowing eyes, black talon like hands and stuff. Electricity still sparks around him to prevent people from messing with him when he's out cold)