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The biplane was a spot of yellow in the otherwise clear blue skies over the forest, and if one just glanced up, it would look like any other plane might, flying overhead. But a more careful look would reveal it was flying lower than it should be-- A fact that was proven true when the propeller hit the treetops.

It was all downhill from there, as the plane spun while crashing to the ground- Although one wouldn't hear so much as a shout from the pilot. Once the plane stopped skidding through the grass, the man simply climbed out of the now-on-its-side cockpit with a sheepish chuckle.

"Well, it wasn't my best crash, but at least no one was around to get hurt." he mused, rubbing his chin. "And hey, that means no one was around to see it, too!"

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By now, Adrian was pretty well used to not having to deal with people too much in the forest. It bordered one of the largest kingdoms in the region, but tended to be so thick and full of fauna that wasn't necessarily the kindest that people tended not to stray too far into it. It made for a perfect place for him to live, secluded in the treetops yet close enough to civilization in some sort of emergency.

So imagine his surprise when a plane suddenly careens from the sky in a crash violent enough to scare birds from nearby treetops. It's only by sheer miracle that Launchpad doesn't collide with Adrian's treehouse home. Things would have been a lot worse if he had.

Too bad someone was definitely around to see it, though. Sorry, Launchpad.

"The hell!?" Adrian shouts from his window, leaning halfway out so he can look on at the turned-over airplane with its front crunched inwards like paper. Probably could have gotten a nicer welcome, but it's fine.

Launchpad's chuckling falters when he hears that shout. He's not at all new to being shouted at for his crashes, but that doesn't make it any more pleasant when it happens again. The man rubs at the back of his neck, looking over- And yeah, something registers as a bit unusual, but the simple fact of 'this person has antennae like a moth' doesn't click just yet.

"Oh, uh, hey there! Sorry about all the hubbub, heheh... But, hey, since you're here, maybe you can tell me where here is?"

Adrian grips the sill of his window, a few singe marks appearing in their wake. Calm down, Adrian. You've dealt with dumbasses before...he's just not used to people coming this far into the forest. They do sometimes, yes, but normally it's a traveler heading to or from the kingdom. They're not planning on staying...

Or crashing their planes into anything.

"This is Idai Forest..." he answers through gritted teeth, "if you were headed to the kingdom, you missed it by a mile when you almost took out my place!!"

Launchpad held his hands up in front of him, shaking his head. "Woah-ho there, buddy! There's no need to get worked up, see?" He pointed toward the house. "Your home sweet home is still in one piece!"

But then he sighed, glancing back at his biplane. "I was supposed to get to the kingdom, though, but I don't think the Joyrider is goin' anywhere anytime soon. Poor ol' girl really took the hit hard."

Ugh. Adrian pinches the bridge of his nose, taking a breath. Calm down, he's right. He COULD have wrecked your house...but he didn't. So he's safe. For now.

"How did you even manage that, anyway? You really don't have to fly that close to the trees, the kingdom is up in the mountains</i.."

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