And with the sound of transports landing, new witches came over to Pearl Harbor, filling up the already crowded landing strip...
Parkkinen woke up to the sound of planes. Oh, maybe these are the new recruits!, she says cheerfully. Parkkinen jumps out of bed and starts dressing up but stops suddenly, Oh.. right, and proceeds to remove the trousers. I wonder if I ever get used to this, she says to herself.
A witch with strikers worn on her back buzzes above the harbor, It seems the new witches have arrived. Morning sun shone brightly, wind blowing through the landing strips. A tall, grey-eyed witch steps out of the transport plane. She takes in her new surroundings, wind making her wavy, blond hair slightly messy. She arks her strikers and heads over to the Wing HQ to report in. After her, another tall girl steps out of the plane, holding a falchion by it's scabbard. Without knowing anything better, she follows the other girl's lead.
Where are these new witches!, Lt. Richard exclaims, I like new meat, good to see if they're worthy.. Parkkinen pokes Richards: How many did we recieve today? And did she - Parkkinen points at the witch with the weird strikers - arrive today too? But Richards gets no chance to answer properly as the wavy haired witch arrives at the HQ. Welcome to HQ, Richards says, her hat only half on her head, the sun shining on her skin, Looks like at least two, she says breafly to Parkkinen, So, are you new here? Richards points to the witch who arrived.
Yes ma'am. 2Lt. Van der Merwe reporting for duty! Mariah Van der Merwe says to Richards. Hello, and welcome aboard, Parkkinen says smiling. Parkkinen holds out her hand to Mariah, My name is Emma Parkkinen, nice to meet you. Mariah Shakes Parkkinen's hand. The witch who had followed Mariah arrives at the HQ with an indifferent expression.
This is lieutenant Hina Brace, returning from patrol requesting landing permission, the flying witch radios control as she circles the bay a final time. Richards then simply says, to her own in ear com, Welcome back Brace, you fly too long, it isn't good for you, teasingly, before saluting the arrived witches, Welcome to Pearl Harbor, or my island! ...I like flying Hina mumbles before dropping the surfboard she had tucked under her arm into the water, landing on it and gliding into the harbor alongside the carrier, her short blue hair dancing in the wild wind. Was she here yesterday? I must have missed her, Parkkinen asks Richards, talking about the surfer-out-of-nowhere. Mariah fidgits because of the abrupt stop of the formalities. The witch behind Mariah doesnt' look too pleased because of the increasing number of people.
She took off, good girl, even if she's got the sky on the brain.. Richards explains. Hina coasts to a stop and sits on her board, paddling her way in. Her strikes look different from the normal ones. Instead of beeing attached to her feet, the engine pods hang from some sort of backpack like apparatus. Leaving her toned legs free. Come on Ltjg! Swim! Swim! Richards yells ever so enthusiastically. Well, this certainly isn't something you can see every day, Parkkinen says amazed. Hina frowns at the Lieutenant but doesn't say anything as she climbs up the ladder to the dock, detaching her backpack before saluting. Lieutenant Jr Grade Hina Brace reports. No signs of Neuroli activity in sector Bravo, she reports, her white bikini and navy tank top slightly wet, droplets from the sea on her glasses.
Richards then pats Hina's blue head, Good to hear Lt Brace, how's the weather looking?, a feat not so hard to acchieve since Hina was noticeably short. Nothing out of ordinary, she replies almost deadpan. Did you see any other planes or ships? Parkkinen inquires her. Negative. Also, my name is Emma Parkkinen, I recall we didn't meet yesterday Parkkinen says unfazed, as she offers her hand. Hina hesitates for a moment before taking Emma's hand Aloha, I am Lieutenant Jr Grade Hina Brace. Parkkinen is smiling slightly, Nice to meet you.