Flew Through the Air Like a Goose [OPEN]

ALISTAIR Life since arriving had been, complicated to say the least for Alistair since arriving into this new world. He had lost his wife to a downward path she chose to follow alone, a betrayal of everything he tried to make her believe in. Her sudden lack of faith, a sting that still didn't leave. He joined a guild with Ronin . A much needed diversion from the troubles that had plagued him since, as well as found a mother if needed, in Vervain who kept her faith and love in him unwavering. Than there was Rexanna . A shot of life when he felt he needed it most. She brought out of him a desire to live, explore, and relish the days and what they offered. To leave thinking at the door, and simply live in the moment. As he sat upon the rooftop of vacant shop he examined the mask his father had given him. His thumb caressing the soft interior as he turned the mask to look at the rather imposing, mechanical design of its exterior. At first, he didn't have the head to test exactly what it did...but he thought of what the last few days had taught him. Thinking less, living more had made all the difference. He wouldn't think, he would simply do. "Alright father...let's see what you've done." Alistair muttered quietly to himself with a curious smirk as he slipped the mask on. Paired inside the mask, which Alistair had noticed when he first arrived, was a glove with azure pressure switch in the center. The glove slipped on with ease as he clicked the button and... ...Nothing... He clicked again. ...Nothing... Taking a breath of frustration, Alistair double clicked the switch and felt a hum through his hand to the mask. The minute gears of the mask beginning to spin and move with minuscule hissing sounds as he began to laugh under the mask. A level of excitement and adrenaline began to fill the young man before he clicked the button. The world around him appeared as a distortion. A blur. Appearing to have collapsed and unfolded on its own in a blink of an eye. A sudden rush of nausea filled his stomach as he collapsed to the ground, lifting his mask and emptying the contents of his stomach in a fell swoop. "What...what just happened..." He whispered to himself, at first appearing concerned before he child-like wondrous smile overtook him as he slipped the mask back on. His breath coming feverishly as he scanned around the area. Something told him to run, run as fast as he could and see what happens. So that's exactly what Alistair would do. Sprinting forward over the rooftop Alistair charged to the edge and jumped off the ledge, clicking the button at the same time. Again the world collapsed and reappeared and he was sprinting off another ledge as if his momentum had never broken...which in this case was bad as he ran clear off the ledge of the neighboring rooftop landing over a stack of rotted crates and barrels like a sack of rocks. If the sound of the crash didn't catch anyone's attention, the laughter clearly would as Alistair beamed with excitement at this gift his father had passed to him. "Woo!" He cheered from his painful perch, staggering out of the pile of rotted wood, tumbling back against a nearby wall as he laughed some more, collapsing onto his rear as he looked over at his glove. Three little round azure stones rimmed along his wrist strap, only one appeared to be glowing. Perhaps it signaled the amount of times he would be able to use the mask. The faint glow of the others signaling a charge would be needed and it was slow to progress. "Fascinating..."