It actually seemed as though Feza was listening to him this time, at least in some capacity. She had obviously seemed irritated with his presence when he first approached, obviously annoyed by his criticisms, but he steadfastly ignored the bitter look on her face, simply sighing when she began to speak about how the cardboard boxes "allowed everyone to live". It was absolute insanity, the fact that she thought that the cardboard boxes were gods. He had heard of plenty of strange religions, but none of them were quite as ridiculous as worshipping damn cardboard boxes. In the middle of his heavy sighing, the lion immediately tensed up as Feza shifted upon the top of her tower, the boxes creaking and shifting underneath her and filling him with anxiety. Contrary to what Feza might have thought of him or how he treated her, the chaser did not actually hate Feza or want her to die, which was why the site of her moving around so brazenly without a care in the world on top of the very unstable leaning tower that she had constructed herself. He was sure that he was about to see his fellow guardsman go plummeting down to the earth, breaking her wings and every other bone in her body, and he would have to go running off to go and grab Selby.
When Feza acknowledged him trying to help, he blinked and sighed as she suggested confetti or balloons. Shaming his head from side to side, the large lion rumbled as he eyed the area around the tower, "No... balloons have essentially no ability to catch people when they're falling. That's a very... very bad idea for staying safe. Confetti won't work either. We need, like, mattresses or something else big and soft for people to fall on if they end up plummeting. Do you have mattresses or anything like that with enough support to actually catch any of the people here with wings if they fall? Surely you have to have something in that big store you live in..." He still wasn't sure how safe it would be even if the area was blanketed in mattresses to help people if they screwed up whatever insane instructions Feza ended up giving them. They would be good and cushy support, but Feza was very high up... would they actually be able to stop people from breaking bones? Another soft grumble left him before he glanced over at Crowley, the other winged male also opting not to participate. Worm was pretty sure that there were deeper reasons to why Crowley didn't want to participate, but he wouldn't press it, just saying as he looked up at Feza with tired eyes, "Feza... if he doesn't want to participate, then you shouldn't try to pressure him into it. Hell, he might even be like me and already know how to fly."
When Feza acknowledged him trying to help, he blinked and sighed as she suggested confetti or balloons. Shaming his head from side to side, the large lion rumbled as he eyed the area around the tower, "No... balloons have essentially no ability to catch people when they're falling. That's a very... very bad idea for staying safe. Confetti won't work either. We need, like, mattresses or something else big and soft for people to fall on if they end up plummeting. Do you have mattresses or anything like that with enough support to actually catch any of the people here with wings if they fall? Surely you have to have something in that big store you live in..." He still wasn't sure how safe it would be even if the area was blanketed in mattresses to help people if they screwed up whatever insane instructions Feza ended up giving them. They would be good and cushy support, but Feza was very high up... would they actually be able to stop people from breaking bones? Another soft grumble left him before he glanced over at Crowley, the other winged male also opting not to participate. Worm was pretty sure that there were deeper reasons to why Crowley didn't want to participate, but he wouldn't press it, just saying as he looked up at Feza with tired eyes, "Feza... if he doesn't want to participate, then you shouldn't try to pressure him into it. Hell, he might even be like me and already know how to fly."
[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]
— Reggan