The blurring cityscape shifted from uptown to downtown to the open fields. As with many airports, they had a tendency to be a little bit farther out from the rest of everywhere else. Planes were large, required a lot of space and that space couldn't be compromised by housing, businesses or even parking lots. The man driving the taxi said nothing, Feo was saying nothing and neither was Lucius.

Which wasn't a problem at all. Lucius let his mind wander, thinking of the task ahead. He wasn't sure that they could get on a plane immediately leaving for Kansas. If there was, he was willing to bet that there would be a layover somewhere at some point. Or, it would be a few hours before he--they--could even get on that plane to begin with. That was the nature of flight, things could be a bit more unpredictable but it did travel faster all around.

They didn't have to worry about checked luggage or baggage, he wasn't planning on bringing any. It wasn't going to be that long of a trip anyways. So that made things much easier all around.

His sapphire eyes flicked toward the sky, watching one of the planes soar overhead. What a beauty.

There was something freeing about flight that he couldn't quite describe as well as he wanted to. But he could feel it in his bones. The aching pull of something that just wanted to reach out, to be in the air, weightless and free.

The taxi pulled to a stop in the lane, looking back at Lucius. "Five."

"How about a ten?" The young man replied, sifting through his wallet. "I don't have enough to split so just keep the extra," he flashed the man another dazzling smile and opened the door to slide on out. He at least made sure Feo was out of the car as well before heading inside.

Truth be told, Lucius had way more money than he likely felt comfortable with. But most of it was going to airplane tickets. Airplanes, in general, were usually used for emergencies or the rich. His mother, through whatever means she had managed, had gotten a rather large lump of inheritance for the young man. Lucius was almost entirely certain most of it was from contraband or other... unsightly means.

But, dressed the way he was, he fit in with the crowd. Lucius stepped toward the front desk and gave the flight attendant another lopsided smile.

"Ticket?" She asked.

"I was hoping you'd help us out. We need a flight to Kansas, I know, but it is what it is, right?" Lucius waved one hand lightly, "do you have available tickets?"

"... I've got a flight that will land in Kansas here... it's not the direct route," she shuffled through a few pages. "There's seven spots still available."

"Wonderful," Lucius fished his wallet out again, "should be about--"

"Thirty-eight dollars," the woman responded, looking up at him. "Why on earth are you going to Kansas?"

Lucius gave her a rather wane smile and glanced back at Feo before shaking his head. "Well... it's a little... it's a bit too fresh to really talk about..."

The woman's eyes flickered. "Oh--oh I'm sorry, I am so sorry. My condolences--here are the tickets," she held the papers over the counter and waved, "safe travels!"

Lucius gave Feo one of the tickets and tipped his head. "Seventy six dollars for two round trip tickets? That's not bad."

Confidence or arrogance, both of which crossed the mind of the other demigod. Sheer and blatant stupidity was probably a better answer. Stupidity wrapped in the underlying determination that he was going to do something at the very least. It was probably confidence in all reality but Lucius didn't exactly connect well with positive terms, he'd usually laugh it off, comment about how he definitely wasn't that smart or something of the sort. Things just weren't like that. Especially now, where Feo figured something could go wrong. But well, Lucius refused to think that it could.

It couldn't go wrong if he didn't let it go wrong.

A blind optimism perhaps.

Whatever the real reason behind it, Lucius wasn't about to stop, think about it and let that ruin his plans. That was bad. Bad decisions, bad timing and poor judgement. They could get into all of that after they finished this little mission. Mostly because Lucius knew full well that he would inevitably end up chasing Feo off, ruin his own reputation--not that he had one--but he'd get all of the labels again which was partially why he was in the new college in the first place.

His opened his mouth and wrinkled his nose. It felt... dry. So he paused and turned to get a bottle of water. It was a bit more expensive but when he wasn't sure when he'd actually get a chance to stop and get a drink again? It was best to get one now while he was thinking about it.

Kansas. Nothing much but the plains, the wide open corn fields, towns scattered about between fields, cows, other animals and the likes. Technically, it was in the midst of tornado season but Lucius was relatively confident that even if there was one, they'd be fine. Out there, they were used to it. Bunkers and basements existed for a reason.

His gaze flicked back toward Feo, watching the Nordic demigod for a few moments. There was something behind his eyes, something waiting and picking at him from the inside. It made itself manifest in the smallest of frowns, a distant look in his expression and the silence. Lucius could handle some silence but right now he was itching to yap. Oh good grief, he could not shut up if his life depended on it. Well, he probably could. But his life didn't depend on it and he wanted nothing more than to just start yapping--or maybe, instead, having Feo talk...

Lucius stepped back to fall in step with Feo, giving him a lopsided smile. "You look like you ate something sour," he noted quietly, "what's going on?"