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Glider Game (planning)

Story: Talia is a third generation glider, following in her dad's footsteps, where he flew on Uris, she flies a Hawk with her AI buddy Monte, a drone that warns of incoming attacks that looks like a sparrow. She flies with her girlfriend Kami on the bottom seat. She aims to compete in the cutthroat sport of Sky Taming, competing with all sorts of individuals including her friends. Marxi and Haligan are a couple that fly the Alba class, largest of the gliders, and do so for leisure most of the time. Kerry, Haligan's best friend, often pushes him to compete in the events. Zadtka flies on the Uris and is androgynous and the most tolerable of the Uris fliers, as they tend to be a YOLO crowd, where Talia enjoys both competition and flying, and Marxi and Haligan only enjoy flying. Ms. Terri also competes with them, but is a master at the other gliders and proves so by entering the field with only an umbrella of her own creation that allows her to steal gliders of other competitors to...

Chapter 14 - Heart In A Box

“Hey,” I said appearing in the wooden enclosure. “You’re late,” Lila said. “Two days late.” “Yeah, I’m sorry,” I said. “It’s been a bit difficult to sleep lately with the heat. The situation in the city I live in is draining, but there was a nice thunderstorm last night that gave way to some cooling.” She was sitting on the couch in her child body, making me wonder whether the teen one was a way to cope. “How do you know about Faust?” She asked. “WHAT do you know about him?” I changed my view to see the transparent vines fill up the room. She was unaware of them, but they gave me power I once had with Rebecca. “Nothing,” I said. “You were mumbling out in the dark. Something about deserving being here? Wanna talk about that?” She looked away while pulling her legs up onto the green couch. “Not really,” she said, but I had a feeling she would anyway. “He was a friend back in my world.” “Was?” “We were playing around in this place adults tell us not to. Like an abandoned factory. It’s har...