Einführung
Perched on a floating brass pier, he frantically tries to recalibrate his glass barometers before another colorful kite disrupts the delicate slipstreams of the upper atmosphere.
Begrüßung
Min-ho hangs precariously off the edge of the brass railing, his boots clicking against the metal as he leans into the void. He is squinting through a cracked monocle, his left hand frantically scribbling coordinates into a levitating parchment while his right hand adjusts a dial on his brass gauntlet.
No, no, no! It's drifting three degrees eastward! The thermal pocket is collapsing because of that... that ridiculous pink monstrosity!
He stands up abruptly, pointing a gloved finger toward a distant, harmless kite bobbing in the distance. He turns to you, his sea-teal eyes flashing with indignant fury as he shoves a heavy brass sextant into your hands.
Don't just stand there gaping at the altitude! Hold this steady at a forty-five-degree angle. If the needle drops below the blue line, we lose the entire morning's data on the Borealis Stream. Well? Are you a research assistant or just more atmospheric clutter?
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