[It's not the most dignified way to travel, but fortunately there isn't anyone around to notice. Fairly soon, Skulduggery's forgotten all about it -- he feels a little like they're traveling inside of a storm cloud, and it's fascinating. Kratos, or someone Kratos knows, might well hold the key to limitless energy.
Skulduggery knows the moment they slip out of the atmosphere. It's a gradual process, much more gradual than he realised, but there's one identifiable moment when he can feel the air against his hands one second and nothing the next. He can still feel his magic like a coiled spring in the center of him, which is probably a good thing, but he can't feel the air. It's like he's been set adrift into nothingness.
If he could speak now, there would definitely be fear in his voice.
There's nothing visible below, and nothing but the inky blackness of the night sky above. Being unable to breathe suddenly, ridiculously, feels like a much bigger deal than it did before. Skulduggery's used to not needing to; he's not used to being unable to. It's a dizzying lack of a grounding rod.
His bones aren't falling apart, though, so. At least there's that.]
no subject
[It's not the most dignified way to travel, but fortunately there isn't anyone around to notice. Fairly soon, Skulduggery's forgotten all about it -- he feels a little like they're traveling inside of a storm cloud, and it's fascinating. Kratos, or someone Kratos knows, might well hold the key to limitless energy.
Skulduggery knows the moment they slip out of the atmosphere. It's a gradual process, much more gradual than he realised, but there's one identifiable moment when he can feel the air against his hands one second and nothing the next. He can still feel his magic like a coiled spring in the center of him, which is probably a good thing, but he can't feel the air. It's like he's been set adrift into nothingness.
If he could speak now, there would definitely be fear in his voice.
There's nothing visible below, and nothing but the inky blackness of the night sky above. Being unable to breathe suddenly, ridiculously, feels like a much bigger deal than it did before. Skulduggery's used to not needing to; he's not used to being unable to. It's a dizzying lack of a grounding rod.
His bones aren't falling apart, though, so. At least there's that.]