Theft of Flight. [Tayte/Private]

[Scott Hettire]

[ Tayte Abbot is the only one allowed to join. ]

Snow drifted gently towards the ground, gathering in a thick carpet on the outside ground. Scott had stared outside his bedroom window, watching as the flakes flew towards the already snow covered ground. A small, lip tight grin appeared on the teen's face as he retreated from the window and towards his bedroom door. Silently, Scott open and closed the door, flying over the stair railing to arrive in the living room. Once his feet hit the floor, he scurried towards the front door to grab his coat. "Going somewhere?" A familiar voice asked from behind him. Turning on his heels, Scott came face-to-face with Beatrice, the friendly old caretaker who'd acted as his parent for years. "Yeah, I was hoping to go flying. If that's alright," Scott answered, his voice drifting quieter during the sentence.

Beatrice chuckled, "Go ahead, just be back before supper." With a fresh grin, Scott nodded and tugged his coat on before rushing out the door. A few slow steps were taken as Scott left the warmth of home and was welcomed into a chilly embrace. He rubbed his hands, but didn't go back for mitts nor did he return for his hat. Breaths of steam rolled from his mouth, showing off how cold the weather was on this winter day. Scott began to hover off the ground, floating just above the snow for a few moments before taking off. Ascending into the sky and above the trees, Scott soared through the cold air, his eyes scanning the white ground. Winter had long discoloured the area, leaving it a giant sea of white powder. Doing a small twirl in the air, Scott finally noticed the field below him, which was now a field of deep snow opposed to knee-high grass.

Descending out of the air, Scott lowered himself towards the snowy ground. Tiny crunches sounded from beneath the teen's feet as they plunged into the snow. The snow was high, and almost seeped into Scott's boots, which only caused concern. However, Scott didn't ascend into the skies again, for he decided to admire the beautiful snow covered trees that outlined the field.

[Tayte Abbot]

Tayte would have preferred to do something like flying, or working on a new set of wings, but it seemed that those two things were out of the options. So instead of building wjngs he might as well did as he did and go for a run. He pulled on his brightly coloured coat, put on some mitts on a hat and then set out. He passed by a coffee shop and stoped for a few seconds before getting back to speeding down the streets and dodging people. She was just about of the utskirts of Argi when he spilled a bit of the hot drink on his hands.

Tayte stopped and dropped the coffee and ripped off his gloves. He grumbled at his loss of caffiene and the fact that he had now ruined his gloves. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and then started rushing away again. He wasn't really sure where he was going, but he was running and he was already outside of Argi. Tayte really liked outside of the city. It was scenic and beautiful and a couple of the trees he remembered falling out of. He chuckled as he ran. When he arrived at the edge of the field he looked up at a tree and realized that it had a great view of the area.

The boy started climbing the tree. He found it was much easier to climb when he wasn't lugging a pair of metal wings along with him. Tayte was more careful not to fall, which he usually didn't do, but the idea of a real pair of wings made him more cautious. When he got to a place where the branches seemed too thin to continue on he stopped and looked over the whole field. It was like a white blanket covering the entire ground. He smiled and then he noticed somebody floating over the field. Tayte nearly fell out of the tree when he saw that. A wingless boy was flying.

Tayte was descending the tree faster than he should have and he nearly fell halfway down, but the second his feet touched the ground he was off sprinting towards where he had seen the person. When he arrived at the spot he found a boy laying in the snow. "You stole my wings!" Tayte nearly shouted at him. He was tapping his fingers on his upper arm as if he expected answers as to a theft that had never happened.

[Scott Hettire]

A field of white powder stretching over the mass of land, and barely broken. From where Scott stood, he could see the skeleton trees sprouting out around the edges of the white sea. An atmosphere of pleasant silence that allowed for the clearance of mind, and for Scott that lasted almost forever. Gleefully, the teen looked at the outstretch of white, along with the distant treeline. Scott stood motionless when the sounds of rapid footfalls sounded behind, but he had not an ounce of time to turn and see what was approaching him. A near shout crashed through the silent atmosphere, startling the unsuspecting Scott. The teen jumped, shortly loosing balance and plummeted forwards into the snow. Snow engulfed Scott's hands, creating a freezing sting that made the teen regret not bringing a pair of mitts.

Cold nipped at Scott's fingers, thus making the teen roll into a sitting position. This only furthered the cold sensation trying to zap away the heat Scott once had. Slowly, Scott's dark eyes ascended to find a teen around his age tapping his fingers on his arm. Gathering his thoughts, Scott slowly processed what the brown-haired teen had just asked him. "What are you talking about? I DON'T HAVE WINGS!" Scott shouted in a snappy voice. Over the last few weeks the thief hadn't even committed a single theft, but yet he was being accused of stealing wings out of everything he could've been accused of. "Why would you even think I stole wings? In fact, how would you even steal wings?" Scott asked, trying to make a valid point over the accusation. Scott carefully pushed himself off of the cold ground, his jeans soaked from the snow.


The stinging hadn't ceased one bit, which forced Scott to shove his hands into the confines of his jacket pockets. Unfortunately, the rest of him would have to wait until the Wing Theft fight got sorted.

[Tayte Abbot]

After Tayte had yelled at the other boy he had fallen from the place he had been hovering. Tayte kind of wondered if he actually should have yelled at him, but when the boy yelled back any question left Tayte's mind. He glared at the other boy as he tried to explain why he didn't steal Tayte's wings. He didn't know how to steal wings. He didn't have wings. There were lots of reasons why the boy might not have Tayte's wings, but he wasn't an idiot, he knew that the boy had taken his wings. So Tayte bounced up and down and pointed an accusing finger at Scott.

"Listen here bucko. I might not know how you stole my wings but you have to have them. How else could you fly like that? Now I need my wings back right NOW." Tayte was slowly growing more emotional about everything. He had tried to keep his cool for all but two seconds. The matter of his wings was no joking matter. He almost had tears in his eyes he was so emotional about this. He darted around Scott in circles, finding it almost impossible to sit still now. He refused to fight, but that didn't mean he wouldn't yell and interrogate the flying boy.

[Scott Hettire]

Coldness viciously attacked Scott, his freshly soaked pants causing him to shiver at the slightest breeze. Although the accusations were nothing more than nonsense, the brown-haired boy continued with shouting. The boy seemed to get more emotional over these "stolen" wings that Scott wasn't sure existed or not. Cold and slowly gaining anger, Scott wasn't very happy with this strange boy. "I'M GIFTED! I got my flight ability a few years ago, and I could fly WITHOUT wings," Scott tried to explain. Scott added enthusiast onto without to hopefully make this boy understand that he had no wings. At a sonic speed, the accusing boy being running circles, which explained how the boy just seemed to appear out of thin air. All shyness had dissipated from Scott, the reason being he wasn't too happy with the brown-haired boy.

"Why would someone steal wings anyways?! Also, knock it off with the circles!" Scott growled as the boy continued the circles. Scott's pale hands shuffles about his pockets in order to generate some warmth for his freezing hands. As a small breeze went through the field, making Scott shiver. "Dang, it's cold," Scott whispered. All he wanted to do now was return home, where warmth was common and he would be able to be comfortable once again.

[Tayte Abbot]

Tayte grumbled to himself as the other boy continued to try to weasel his way out of this. Tayte continued to pace. "I lost my wings a few years ago! This just proves that you stole them!" He threw his arms up in annoyance and grumbled as he paced. How could somebody possibly think that he would believe them when it was so obvious that he could fly and that meant he had stollen Tayte's wings. He grumbled under his breath way faster than he needed to.

When the other boy asked him to stop pacing Tayte stopped in front of him and pointed an accusing finger at him. "Why are you planning on taking this away from me too? Jeez it doesn't even matter that you don't have wings how can you expect me to believe you when you were just flying!" Tayte exclaimed as he started pacing in circles again. He probably sounded like the craziest person ever. He often sounded that way, but not to the extent he was at now. He got heated about his wings.

[Scott Hettire]

Coincidentally, the brown-haired boy had lost his wings around the time Scott gained his powers. Scott's eyes narrowed into a glare at the boy, truly this roadrunner boy refused to believe his answers. Wind continued their vicious attack on Scott, causing the cold teen to shake even more. "Uhg, I didn't steal anything from you!" He grumbled, trying to lower the accusation getting slung at him. Removing his hands from the pockets of his jacket, Scott brought his pale hands together to rub them. Friction was created, allowing the Scott to warm his cold hands a little, but this naturally solved nothing. At the mention of ceasing the speedy paces, the boy went crazy, exclaiming that Scott would steal that too. "I. STOLE. NOTHING." Scott said slowly, as though he was talking to a mere child.

"Once again, I'm gifted. That means like you and your super speed, I can get an ability. That ability is flight, and I didn't get it from a pair of wings! Now knock it off, I'm going home," Scott snapped, hovering above the boy to take a quick flight home. To Scott, this boy was a pest and wasn't someone he wished to associate with any longer. "And DON'T follow me, you already ruined my flight after all," Scott added. Hovering in reach of the boy, Scott waited just to see if the boy had gained sense or was just going to further accuse him of these fake crimes.

[Tayte Abbot]

The other boy seemed pretty adamant that he hadn't stolen Tayte's wings, but he was pretty sure that he had. Of course he wasn't going to just stop thinking that he had stolen his wings, but he saw that he was going to have to go about it a different way. So Tayte stopped pacing and instead took to tapping his foot on the spot. He watched the guy started hovering again and narrowed his eyes, but this time Tayte didn't say anything. Instead his mind raced through the many options he could do to get the truth from this guy. When he remembered something the other boy had said about the cold.

Once the other boy said something about Tayte ruining his flight he smiled at the other guy. "You know you're right I'm sorry. Here you must be cold after falling in the snow like that." Tayte took off his jacket and held it out for the other boy. He had a white shirt on and a heavy vest over that so it kept him warm enough, that and his added speed created enough warmth for him to not freeze to death. He still wasn't exactly warm though. He watched the other boy carefully. He was ready to pick up on any subtle detail. He'd probably even go over the memory later to see if he could catch the boy in a lie. "I'm Tayte by the way. I'm sorry if I scared you or got a little too heated." if he was going to lie about being sorry he was going to make it convincing.

[Scott Hettire]

Once Scott explained for the second time, the boy's tune seemed to change a lot. Hovering in the air, Scott watched as the brown-haired boy smiled at him and apologized. Perhaps he finally understood what Scott meant with gifts and how he gained his ability. Swimming in the air, Scott flew backwards, his back facing downwards as he leisurely flew around the now calm brown-haired boy who offered jacket to keep warm. "Hmm, that's a lot better. And this better not go into another tangent about me stealing anything, let alone, wings from you," Scott said, a more calm tone to his voice. Slowly, Scott's pale hand reached out and took the jacket while he hovered back towards the ground, his feet gently reaching the field floor with a small crunch. Scott pulled the jacket over his shoulders, not putting his arms in and almost wearing it like a blanket.

"Thanks, I appreciate it," Scott responded politely. Shyness was common for Scott, but this time he only avoided eye contact for the most part. There was no hush tones or strange and awkward hesitations in his speech. Scott looked at the boy, who stated his name was Tayte, and almost felt bad for taking his jacket. "I'm Scott. And you didn't scare me, I was just getting a little frustrated, that's all. Also, if you need your jacket back, just ask," Scott said, adding a little bit about the jacket. There was a slight hesitation before Scott continued speaking, "So, what were you doing here? Other then interrogating me."

[Tayte Abbot]

Tayte smiled as the other boy took his jacket. He wore it kind of like a cape and Tayte couldn't help but think it was kind of cute. He stopped running for a second to look at the other boy and then remembered that he was supposed to be figuring out how the other boy stole his wings. Tayte looked down and kept on pacing. Who cared if the other boy was cute, he had still stolen Tayte's wings and that meant he was going to have to be analytical of the other boy. So when the other boy introduced himself as Scott Tayte nodded. "Nah I'm not that cold. You can keep the jacket for a while." He stated.

When Scott asked why Tayte was out here he wasn't really sure. He looked through his memory for a second. "Well I couldn't go flying or anything so I thought why not go for a run? I climbed a tree and saw you flying and well here we are." He shrugged and tried not to glare at the other boy. Keep positive and try not to scare away the other boy. He needed information on his wings. Tayte stuffed his hands in his pockets as he ran in circles, realizing that it was in fact pretty cold.

[Scott Hettire]

Wind swirled around making Scott's hair messy, but he didn't seem to pay no mind. When Scott had taken Tayte's jacket, he hadn't noticed the smile drawn onto his face. While Scott avoided any eye contact, Tayte initiated his pacing with his eyes looking downward. Due to Scott's shyness, he didn't notice the nod Tayte gave in response to his name. Tugging the edges of the jacket closer, Scott listened to Tayte's insistence to being fine. Shortly after the insistence, Tayte began the explanation as to why he'd been out here in the first place. This included him climbing a tree and finding Scott flying, which easily brought Scott to the conclusion of what happened next. "I can see why, you're very fast," Scott commented. Momentarily, Scott glanced up to see what Tayte was doing only to find his eyes linger a moment before retreating to looking at the ground.

Nervousness when met with social contact always made Scott a little awkward to be around, but this time his gaze had lingered. The very concept of him being able to stare like that for any given time was foreign to Scott, but the boy didn't dare think of it. "If you don't mind me asking, why do you think someone stole your wings anyways? Do you even remember flying?" Scott asked out of curiosity. Perhaps if there was truth in the matter Scott could help, besides having a flying buddy seemed like a joy. There was also the factor that Scott could use the joy of flying to connect with someone around his age, even if this person lacked wings now.

[Tayte Abbot]

Tayte was slightly taken aback when the other boy asked why he thought somebody had taken his wings and if he remembered flying. To be completely honest he didn't. He remembered everything but five months of his life and in those five months he had gotten wings and lost them. The only proof of them was scars left on Tayte's back and a feeling in his gut. That didn't feel like it would satisfy Scott's question though. So instead Tatye took to stuttering at a fast pace. "Well, um, I-I-I mean where else would me wings have gone? O-of course somebody stole my wings! How could you even ask me that question?" Tayte didn't answer the question of actually remembering flying and instead just glared at his feet. The idea that there was a whole five months that Tayte didn't remember made his mad. His worst fear was forgetting everything and there was already five months of nothing. He placed a hand on his shoulder and his fingers brushed the top of his one scar. He really didn't like that he couldn't remember something.

[Scott Hettire]

Apparently asking about the stolen wings idea wasn't a bright one, since Tayte's tone change. Opposed to the smooth language that'd been used before the mention, the boy had turned to a face paced stutter. Scott found it extremely difficult to understand exactly what Tayte was saying, but the few words he caught helped greatly. With that done, Scott decided perhaps it was best to drop the topic of Tayte's wings entirely, since it appeared to trigger a lot of emotions. "Well, perhaps we could fly together? The air becomes buoyant to me, so I could probably carry you, Scott asked. He still avoided looking at Tayte, since his shyness still continued. However, despite his shyness, Scott still made the offer since he knew that he would miss flying if he were to ever loose the ability. Flight was an escape after all, thus Scott's love for his ability was forged.


Slightly levitating into the air, Scott waited to hear Tayte's answer to his proposal. "I can promise it will be fun. Besides, I don't think you remember who stole them so maybe this will spark something," Scott added, a small smile upon his face. If Tayte discovered who the real thief was, than perhaps his wings would return to him and Scott would receive a flying buddy. Having a flying buddy would be something that would being Scott much joy, solely due to his love of flying.

[Tayte Abbot]

[dude I finally decided what happened to Tayte in the months he forgot. My poor baby I made it mean.]

An offer to fly made Tayte stop everything. His mind went reeling between between being mad that Scott would offer to fly with Tayte on stolen wings and that Tayte was actually going to get to fly. He nodded and then was practically a blur as he bounced around Scott. "You've got to be kidding. This is going to be great. I can't remember the last time I really flew. Oh gods I can't wait. Maybe I'll remember something. This is the best idea you've had so far." The words spilled out of Tayte's mouth like verbal vomit and there was nothing that Tayte could do to stop them. When he finally finished his teeth were chattering from cold and excitement alike.

He smiled at the cute boy. "Okay let's go. I'm ready." Tayte stated excitedly as he watched Scott levitate. There was a small pang of sorrow that it wouldn't be him doing the actual flying, but this would most likely be better than anything he had made so far. Tayte didn't have a working pair of mechanical wings so all he had was gliders. Gliders were a close second but they weren't the same as flying. Tayte knew this. He wondered if somebody else flying for him would be a closer match and he hoped it would be. He hoped Scott was right and he'd remember something on the flight.

[Scott Hettire]

Momentarily, Tayte had ceased movement to nod before using his speed to move around Scott, which was similar to how a child may react. Words were spewing from Tayte's mouth faster than Scott could follow. All Scott could really hear was a babble of gibberish with a limited amount of words he could decipher. Scott's face was in a state of confusion as he tried desperately to solve the fast talk, but ultimately gave up on the attempt, he never knew anyone could talk this quickly. Once Tayte finished, his teeth were chattering from the cold and excitement, while Scott looked at him with confusion stuck on his face. For a moment, Scott hesitated, mostly to insure Tayte was finished with his fast talk nonsense. "Okay... Um..." Scott muttered, not completely certain on how to respond to the fast talk.

Tayte soon stated he was prepared to go, this time not speaking in the fast talk gibberish he used previously, and Scott was thankful for that. With everything said, Scott nodded and began to float higher off ground, without any pairs of wings. He transcended higher into the air until he was about Tayte's height. "I haven't carried anyone while flying before, so excuse me if I find it difficult," Scott said. Eye contact was still avoided as Scott did a quickly fly around Tayte to figure out exactly how he wanted to tackle this. There was only one way Scott could think of to pick up Tayte with ease while performing the art of flight. "Mind if I pick you up bridal style?" Scott asked, mostly since some people had a crazy amount of pride.

[ I'm just going to wonder how he will take the fact he didn't actually have wings. Double mean whammy. First he remembers what mean thing you have in mind, then realizes he never had wings and yet he wants to fly. ]