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Offline Draconian

A Different Kind of Dance
« on: August 02, 2017, 01:39:23 pm »
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Rhys just saw red.

He was angry. So fucking angry he couldn't think about anything else. His chest thumped with it and it just pushed more anger through him. How fucking dare her. How dare Rodion even think that way about their friend! Who did he think he was? Rhys did his best to appear calm. Did his best to keep a level head while he politely asked his dragon to locate Pilot Cardinal Rodion Voronin. Advanced Training Complex.

The room. The floor.

Rhys rolled his shoulders and started the journey there. Angrier by the second. Talking about Vaughan had been a low blow, he knew that. Had regretted it the second he wrote it but Quirin was important to him. So what if he was Quirin's choice? He was hardly the first choice. Playing second fiddle was only terrible if you didn't get the fucking fiddle.  Rhys hadn't gotten angry in so long if almost felt good.

Working a desk job. Being treated like he was glass. It was bad enough he was useful for one reason. Worse still that Rodion of all people was part of a squad. Man made family right there. What did Rhys get, fuckin' broken Pilot to sit at the desk beside his and cry about his dead dragon and how he's not dead and waiting for a flight because Altar loooooved to fly him around. His knuckles cracked with how tight the fist he made was.

It took a moment to remember where he was, the past moments a blur of thinking.

There. That fucking door right there.

Strides long, Rhys rushed towards it. The worst part of all of this was waiting for it to open because his hands itched for impact. Then, finally, it was open and it took a second to spot his target and rush for him. "You fucking bastard!" Rhys yelled, tackling Rodion to the ground more than ready to shed blood.

Offline Nix

Re: A Different Kind of Dance
« Reply #1 on: September 03, 2017, 02:46:01 pm »
Training was always calming to Rodion, if anything was. He found it helped him control his anger some and more often than not he could be found in the Harpies' favored training halls at the ATC. Maybe he liked being here because it was still the ATC. Sure it was pretty far removed from the sections that candidates frequented, but it was still home.

Home. Is that how he felt about it? He certainly preferred the ATC to anywhere else. He certainly had spent a good portion of his life here. He felt like this was his place, where he could be in control, even if it was only a small amount of control now. Perhaps it was because in the back of his mind, in the most locked away dark recesses of his brain, there was a nagging stabbing little feeling that he wasn't cut out to be a Pilot after all. He was great as a candidate but adjusting to life outside the ATC was an entirely different subject.

He almost hated it. He wanted that sense of control back. He wanted to run things again. He wanted to excel and be great again. Being a Cardinal was like a slap in the face to him. Was that why he was lashing out at Quirin so hard? Because he was actually envious?

He had said some pretty awful things and Rhema was mad at him. He was on lock out, again, but as long as he could come here- even though he was not allowed into the candidate sectors, as long as he could come train, punch some things, let out some telekinetic aggression, he would be fine.

What was not fine was being caught of guard by a surprise flying tackle by a desk riding precog.

Rodion telekinetically shoved Rhys off him with a bit more worked up power than he intended. The shove was hard, but he didn't send the other flying or anything. His adrenaline was really pumping now, almost like when squadron leader Kiers worked his gifts during simulations. Rodion got to his feet and glared at his 'friend'.

"You want to spar Pilot Argel?" It was not a sparring match, but calling it anything else would mean this was not training, which meant it could hurt his career. "Because I told you the truth and you couldn't man the fuck up and handle it?"

 

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