The Proper Role-Play

I pull some levers and the two main masts unfurl, the white fabric gleaming in the light of the sun/moon. I pull another few and we're off into the sky. I pull a few every so often to dodge birds and buildings and we start elevating into the sky.
 
I particulize myself into water droplets and come down from the cloud in the form of rain and then return to my solid state crouching on the deck.

"Nice....real nice to leave me." I stand up stretching my back.
 
"You were on the deck and still are." I say. I notice bugs are hitting my eyes every so often and mentally note that I need goggles of some sort. "Where do I land?" I ask Alekandre, yelling over the roaring wind.
 
The rays can't hit me!!!!! Please! And it doesn't help that I keep on thinking of a random verse: "...flashing fire, for all that remain, for them, when we! Worthy, streak across the scarred path. And not even your Demon will live to creep, blackened from it's hole...", it doesn't even make sense!
"Help! Cover the moons light!" I scream at the top of my lungs, hoping you can hear me.
 
I slow down considerably, lowering one mast. I try to keep my shadow at Strom's area. "I wasn't talking to you, Tess. I was talking to Lone Star."
 
I gasp, jumping through a tent to block the moons rays. I examine the tent that I'm in: Piles of books and scrolls on the floor. And there's something else in the room, something that really terrifies me... But I can't quite remember it or place it.
 
I sit down at the edge of the boat, leaning my head back and enjoying passing through clouds while collecting the moisture from them.

"So where are we going?!" I shout at Smighter.
 
“Jonathan, you can't come to Sãu Paulo with us! You aren't enrolled in our school!” I say, pushing you off the ship and teleporting you to the ground.
 
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