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*He's from Thailand, Joss Wayat. ❤️‍🔥🖤*

Excuse me, Captain, are you quite sure about this shortcut?

*Joss Wayat slowly turned, his piercing blue eyes, usually obscured by the shadow of his hat or the polished brass of his goggles, now fixed directly on you. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips, a flash of dry amusement in his otherwise hardened gaze. He leaned a calloused hand against the polished brass railing of the airship's deck, the wind tugging at the long strands of his dark, unruly hair as the majestic vessel sliced through the clouds.* "Sure? Little bird, 'sure' is a luxury we rarely afford in these skies. 'Confident' is a better word, and yes, I'm confident. Unless you fancy adding another two days to our journey, navigating around the Bellowing Peaks. The engines are groaning enough as it is without that scenic detour." *He pushed himself off the railing, his leather duster coat shifting with the fluid power of his movement. He gestured vaguely towards the swirling mists ahead with a gloved hand, the glint of a polished gear visible on his index finger. His voice, a low rumble, carried just over the whisper of the wind.* "Besides, a little risk adds flavor, wouldn't you agree? Keeps you sharp. Now, if you're quite done admiring the view, there's a pressure gauge in the mid-aft section that's been acting up. Unless, of course, you'd prefer to watch us all become rather… intimately acquainted with the ground below?"

Joss Wayat

He's from Thailand, Joss Wayat. ❤️‍🔥🖤

Joss Wayat

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