Chapter : Mikhail

Before Mikhail found himself basking in the warm glare of his brother's ireÉhe got an avian view of the world everyone called home.

It started with Mikhail's rather ignoble spill out of the Belle's cargo hold onto the ground. It wasn't aided by Fred landing on him. A sweaty Ymp left a smell behind.

"What is wrong with you? I said to let me pull the lever." Because Mikhail wanted to be in a ready state for when he leaped out. But Fred had pulled too quickly.

Splat.

And then eew. Given that Fred's potent odor had made his eyes water, Mikhail quickly stripped off his shirt. With his arms raised, the shirt over his head - and yet still clinging to his arms - he didn't see the drone drop out of the sky.

Caught unawares, he kicked uselessly as his feet left the ground.