The airbags slowly retract with a soft deflating whistle not unlike a long, drawn out fart, a sound which suits their current level of success quite nicely. In other news, Jakob is the first person to successfully touch something in this cockpit and not have it backfire hideously somehow. Congratulations, Jakob. At least something went right today.
There are still some warning messages flashing, but they've achieved a relative amount of peace for now. Add leans on the back of the pilot seat now that the stupid airbags are gone. Well, they've agreed on the next course of action, but... "Unless it can cross dimensions, it can't exactly fly 'away' from the Far Shore. Perhaps away from Takamagahara, if we assume the other pantheons exist on the same plane as Japan's... but, I'm not sure where we are right now." It's muttered with sheepish reluctance, but he can't exactly lie about it. Add's sense of direction is pretty sharp, but he's without his dynamos and they've been flying and spinning around wildly for awhile now, so who fucking knows what direction they're going in. Is it moving away, or is it circling overhead, or what? Who knows!
"Fortunately, I am a god of time and space," he quickly adds, "so give me a second and I'll assess the situation. Then we can get out of here and work on our alibis." The most important part of this plan, of course. Add closes his eyes, focusing on the space outside the cockpit, holding in his groans as he adjusts to the nauseating vertigo of it all...
Ah. He can see their house from here.
"... we're not moving away, exactly." They are, in fact, moving towards the central district. At least they're high enough up to not be too obvious... maybe Amaterasu's shinki won't think a shiny dragon-shaped cloud is that weird? "Maybe... maybe I can lure it away, if I go outside and catch its attention. Then we can say we stopped it from rampaging instead of causing anything."
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There are still some warning messages flashing, but they've achieved a relative amount of peace for now. Add leans on the back of the pilot seat now that the stupid airbags are gone. Well, they've agreed on the next course of action, but... "Unless it can cross dimensions, it can't exactly fly 'away' from the Far Shore. Perhaps away from Takamagahara, if we assume the other pantheons exist on the same plane as Japan's... but, I'm not sure where we are right now." It's muttered with sheepish reluctance, but he can't exactly lie about it. Add's sense of direction is pretty sharp, but he's without his dynamos and they've been flying and spinning around wildly for awhile now, so who fucking knows what direction they're going in. Is it moving away, or is it circling overhead, or what? Who knows!
"Fortunately, I am a god of time and space," he quickly adds, "so give me a second and I'll assess the situation. Then we can get out of here and work on our alibis." The most important part of this plan, of course. Add closes his eyes, focusing on the space outside the cockpit, holding in his groans as he adjusts to the nauseating vertigo of it all...
Ah. He can see their house from here.
"... we're not moving away, exactly." They are, in fact, moving towards the central district. At least they're high enough up to not be too obvious... maybe Amaterasu's shinki won't think a shiny dragon-shaped cloud is that weird? "Maybe... maybe I can lure it away, if I go outside and catch its attention. Then we can say we stopped it from rampaging instead of causing anything."