Snippet #2764843

As Cyrus finished up his little episode in the air, he eventually landed himself right through the window of his room at the base, and dispelling his illusion. It would be no good if any bystanders randomly nearby saw a human fly through a window, but a bird was okay, and would probably be missed by most anyways.

He did have experience, being that he was actually one of the older members of the organization. Given his strength and ability, probably one of the strongest too, since he has had eighteen years to train.

He moved around his room, and made sure to grab his boots. He had not put them on before since he would essentially be flying there and back, and would be bathing, but since most of the time missions prevented him from staying in flight the entire time, he would need shoes. Once he had them, realizing the time, he ran out of the room before he even finished putting them on, but he still held them tightly in his hands. He did grab a messanger's bag like bag, and ended up stuffing them in there as he ran.

That said, it was not where one would get missions that he ran to, but rather...the cafeteria, where he would get breakfast. He was kind of hungry, and even his wings seemed to droop a little from hunger. And so, running in like a hurricane, he ran into the kitchen area and began raiding it for various food that he needed. That said, he looked back around a little, and pouted a bit.

"Still really lonely here...we could really use some more people".

Saying that, he proceeded to make himself a grand feast. Scrambled eggs, buttered toast, bacon, orange juice, bananas, a chocolate bar. With the exception of that last item, a classic breakfast feast. He was so hungry, he didn't even bother to go to the roof like he normally liked to do, and quickly began to devour the food for anyone to find.

After all, he couldn't complete any missions if he lacked the energy to do so.