Rescuer From Above {Open}
May 13, 2018 22:09:05 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 13, 2018 22:09:05 GMT -5
"Great, just great! Just my luck!" Jake snarled to himself. It was supposed to be an easy task. Fly over to New York City, get formally inducted into the Rescue Aid Society, and from there, just go with what ever happens next. He joined Bianca and Bernard in heading back to the United States. He did get inducted, and became the representative for Australia in the process. Though soon after, there was a mission that had to be done, another person in need of aid.
He, Bianca, and Bernard did take the mission, and had Wilbur fly them there. Though right as they left the helicopter port and left New York state, a freak storm suddenly appeared and knocked them off course. The last thing he knew was Wilbur dealing with heavy winds, all of them holding on for dear life, and suddenly, him getting knocked off. Which lead him to his current predicament: falling hundreds of stories in the sky, to the ground, where, if he doesn't do anything right away, he'd most likely be a mouse pancake.
It didn't help that he just woke up a few seconds earlier due to being knocked out by the impact that threw him off.
"Alright, let's see now," He looked over himself, and eventually felt the backpack that was strapped to his back, "Good, still got the parachute. At least the blasted bird was smart enough to keep these on hand, and Bernard was paranoid about us putting them on. Got to thank him for thinking ahead."
Jake reached back to the pull cord, and gave it a hard tug. In a second, the parachute opened up and expanded, slowing his decent tremendously. It was a good thing that mice were able to replicate human gear such as this. Safety was always a priority, even if Jake himself preferred to live on the more dangerous side of life.
"'What's the worse that can happen', I said. Next time I should just shut my cakehole and not jinx it." He sighed.
With that situation out of the way, he could finally get a feel for his surroundings as he got closer and closer to the ground below. For one, the air was warmer than it was when he left New York, so that meant he was in someplace tropical. Which wasn't good, since that meant he was WAY off course. Second, looking to the ground, he saw that he was above some kind of theme park. So, that could mean, a lot of places.
"I'll try to figure it out when I make landfall," He said to himself.
And seeing as there were many people wandering around the park, he figured he might as well try to warn people about the kangaroo mouse that was parachuting into the park.
"Look out below!" He shouted down as by now, he was well above the tourists.
And then the parachute got caught on a branch, leaving the kangaroo mouse dangling from the parachute.
"That.. could of been better." He sighed.
He, Bianca, and Bernard did take the mission, and had Wilbur fly them there. Though right as they left the helicopter port and left New York state, a freak storm suddenly appeared and knocked them off course. The last thing he knew was Wilbur dealing with heavy winds, all of them holding on for dear life, and suddenly, him getting knocked off. Which lead him to his current predicament: falling hundreds of stories in the sky, to the ground, where, if he doesn't do anything right away, he'd most likely be a mouse pancake.
It didn't help that he just woke up a few seconds earlier due to being knocked out by the impact that threw him off.
"Alright, let's see now," He looked over himself, and eventually felt the backpack that was strapped to his back, "Good, still got the parachute. At least the blasted bird was smart enough to keep these on hand, and Bernard was paranoid about us putting them on. Got to thank him for thinking ahead."
Jake reached back to the pull cord, and gave it a hard tug. In a second, the parachute opened up and expanded, slowing his decent tremendously. It was a good thing that mice were able to replicate human gear such as this. Safety was always a priority, even if Jake himself preferred to live on the more dangerous side of life.
"'What's the worse that can happen', I said. Next time I should just shut my cakehole and not jinx it." He sighed.
With that situation out of the way, he could finally get a feel for his surroundings as he got closer and closer to the ground below. For one, the air was warmer than it was when he left New York, so that meant he was in someplace tropical. Which wasn't good, since that meant he was WAY off course. Second, looking to the ground, he saw that he was above some kind of theme park. So, that could mean, a lot of places.
"I'll try to figure it out when I make landfall," He said to himself.
And seeing as there were many people wandering around the park, he figured he might as well try to warn people about the kangaroo mouse that was parachuting into the park.
"Look out below!" He shouted down as by now, he was well above the tourists.
And then the parachute got caught on a branch, leaving the kangaroo mouse dangling from the parachute.
"That.. could of been better." He sighed.