Remnants of the Earth
AEDOLIS => Haviah => Topic started by: Nix on September 15, 2016, 05:23:22 pm
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He had desperately needed this. Desperately needed to get out of the ATC, away from the Citadel. He didn't think he would ever want to get space from other Pilots, but after dealing with the idiot candidates in his ridiculous class he was glad to have a day off.
If they were trying to get him to finally retire by sticking him with teaching CMAPP well... He hated to admit it but it was working. Maybe he was too old for this. Even his dragon Fable was getting old and tired, and he was a dragon.
Aisling caught a glimpse of his reflection in a shop window as he walked through the trendy new shopping district. Just a few years ago he wouldn't have been caught dead in this neighborhood, but it had turned around recently- New designer shops and little specialty boutiques, as well as some eclectic little places like the one he had stopped in front of. He ran his fingers through his long navy hair, fixing his half up do with his fingers and frowning at his wrinkles. When had time crept up on him? What had happened to his beautiful skin? He retained much of his figure at least but it wasn't the same as it had been. Things were just... Looser. He sighed and poked and pulled at one of the wrinkles near his right eye.
What was he clinging to anyway? Sure he looked great for his age but he didn't want to be the age he looked either. He let out another sigh and started to walk away when he noticed what was in the shop window. Was that... WAS THAT A FIGURINE OF ROMAN?!
Well! If there was a figurine of Pilot Royal Roman Rosales there should certainly be one of himself right??? Pilot Royal Sheehy entered the shop, smoothing out his long designer tunic shirt and leggings as he held his head high, searching the collectible shop for more Pilot paraphernalia. He was not disappointed in that regard. They had plenty of Pilot merchandise, as well as of pop idols and various other types of celebrities. But where were the figurines of him?? The trading cards of him? The keychains of him??? There was even an elaborate special edition game controller with Pilot Echo Tierney on it from some gaming convention! This shop obviously had no taste!
Pilot Sheehy was about to leave when he finally caught a glimpse of a table with what appeared to be small magazines on it and low and behold there was art of him on one of them! ...with Pilot Imperial Chastain on it too. How curious. He picked it up and started flipping through it.
Oh. It was a comic book. Hmmm...
[Note: Just looking for something casual and funny here, open to multiple people, characters who might already know Aisling such as other Pilots, or citizens of Aedolis who might recognize him would be appreciated. Its rates M mainly for possible language and the fact that that is doujinshi he is looking at, even though he hasn't figured that out yet XD]
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Agidyne, decked in his usual dark colored t-shirt and jeans with worn but still serviceable boots, entered the shop on a strictly personal mission. 'Get games for my handheld, several pop idol keychains for my acquaintances in the squad, and another Poe Maci keychain for the one I lost.' he mused, finding and grabbing the necessary items. Pausing when he noticed a fellow Pilot reading something. Tilting his head to get better look, he tried to keep the amused snort from breeching his lips. "If that is like any doujinshi I've seen, I would except some sex scene thrown in for their reading pleasure, sir." Agidyne said, before resuming his shopping.
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Aisling was still flipping through the comic, mainly looking at the art of himself, when someone interrupted his leisure time.
Oh this guy... He was pretty good looking. Wait, he looked familiar. Oh right, this guy was a Pilot right? Pilot Echo.... Chianti? Something like that... Doujinshi what was that? Wait... He meant the comic didn't he? Aisling rolled his eyes at the younger male and turned the page. "I believe you are mistaken this is a comic featuring myself and Pilot Imperial Chastain, there is no way-" he looked down at the page and his face paled. Was that...
WAS GREGORY CHASTAIN FUCKING HIM ON THIS PAGE?!
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"And that sir is the bane of being revered. Those who have the mind will fanastize about their heros doing anything that they won't do in real life." Agidyne says, paying for his items. Returning the other Pilot's area he sat down and picked a comic. Turning a page, Agidyne sighed softly, "Which is why I never check my standing with the public. Being a Pilot, in my honest opinion, is job. Plain and simple, I am not doing this for glory or praise. I'm doing this to keep myself a functional being." he adds.
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The comic turned to solid ice in his hands and shattered as it fell to the ground. Yes. Good. The evidence- err... Libel, had to be destroyed. He would never, NEVER, bend over like that for some... Some... OLD MAN! If he had been listening to Agidyne he might have corrected him. Being a Pilot was far from just some job. But he was frantically picking up the remaining copies of the comic that featured him, so frantically that he picked up some of the other Pilot doujinshis as well and hurrying to the register.
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Sterak, who was gleefully familiar to the store was already present in the small comic store when the two entered. This was his mischievous and playful side as a Fae that forced him to. And while he had heard the commotion, he decided not to pay mind to it.
Yet, as Aisling slipped past the alley between booths Sterak was present, one of the doujins dropped, Sterak leaning over to pick it up and arching an eyebrow as he glanced at the cover. He rolled his shoulders, the massive wings following the movement as he took several large strides to follow Aisling.
"You lost something," he said, holding the doujin out. The cover read 'Demonic play'. And by sheer, stupid coincidence, it was one of the many doujins that featured what the normal citizens of Aedolis considered a demon with fae blood demi-god. Or Sterak, in short. "Though I'm surprised to find out about your tastes, Pilot Royal," he added as a tease, though his voice remained stern all the same. He put the doujin ontop of the heap Aisling had collected and patted it momentarily.
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[I'm dead ARAD XD you killed me omg, maybe Aisling too, I mean he ain't young despite what he thinks XD]
How had he not noticed fellow Pilot Royal Darchan? I mean those wings were so obnoxiously large he thanked his lucky stars often that his own noble fae and demon heritage did not produce such monstrosities.
...ok so perhaps he was a tiny bit envious of Sterak's wings... And much more so that this man who was many years his senior looked so much younger than him. Worst yet was that despite all of it he had a begrudging respect for the other... After all, he was a fellow Pilot Royal.
Aisling looked at the comic that was added to the top of the stack and blinked. Was this one Sterak solo? Or... NO HE WAS NOT INTERESTED IN SOME SEXY COMIC OF PILOT ROYAL STERAK DARCHAN!!!
...yes he was...
"I believe you are mistaken Pilot Royal. I must have knocked that one over by mistake. I certainly do not intend to buy it." With you present at least.
He certainly hoped his thoughts were managing to be quiet with the other Pilots around. It was always more difficult to keep surface thoughts private when flustered but he was a Pilot with many years of service and experience, he could control them now that he was aware of the issue, the blush on his cheeks was not as simple however.
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Standing once he decided to leave, Agidyne paused when he caught sight of Pilot Royal Darchan. "Hello Pilot Royal, kill any idiots lately?" he asked while giving a small salute. Continuing on he stepped around the Pilot Royals, out of respect of their rank, and went towards the door. 'Would mind having a set of wings myself. But it wasn't in the cards for me. Oh well, that's life for ya.' he thought, his shields tightening against the world.
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"Hm," Sterak fell silent for a moment, the trademark chain around his leg was actually missing. "I didn't exactly kill," he answered with a soft shrug. "Perhaps you've seen him hanging around." He was put on a case recently to track down a rapist. And well, Sterak didn't like those. A flashback to a man screaming in agony with the word 'rapist' scraped in his forehead, tied up from a skyscraper by his leg. "Come to think of it, the security forces are probably getting him down now," he concluded. "But how are you, Pilot Echo?"
He then turned to Aisling, shrugging softly. "It is actually one of my personal favourites," he answered. "The creator also is an enormous fan of DJ Nequit. It is quite interesting to see," he added with a soft chuckle. "What kind of intrigues my sex life may have. To be frank. I don't even like the woman's music."
[I had to. xD]
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"Not recently." he replied before exiting the shop. Agidyne merged into the crowd and vanished.
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And there went the young Pilot Echo Cyan... Or whatever his name was.
He turned his attentions back to Sterak. "So now you are recommending I listen to a DJ as well as read pornographic material featuring yourself... If I was not certain you were straight I would assume you were coming on to me Pilot Royal Darchan... Even if you were, excuse me, but I am not in to old men."
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"I'm not recommending anything at all," Sterak answered, raising his hands, wings rolling slightly. "I merely explained the contents of it. It are your credits, you do as you please," he answered with a shrug, before grinning, leaning forward to close the distance between his own face and Aisling, mere inches away. "My wrinkles are showing, then?" He asked with a soft smirk.
"Because yours are," he added, before stepping back.
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Aisling was just about to retort about the recommended reading material once more when his jaw dropped open. Sterak was so close to him now. Right in front of him. Damn this good looking bastard and his eternal youth.
He wanted to hit him, push him, something. But he couldn't do that. The stack of comics in his hands froze solid. He was never good at controlling his cryokinetics in times like these... It was always easier when in uniform, when on missions... When he was younger. Maybe he was slipping. Maybe it was time to retire... But he hated to give in.
Aisling glared ice daggers at the other before scoffing and holding his head high. He turned away and made his way to the check out to pay for the now ice block of merchandise, muttering "..at least I'm not a freak." under his icy breath.
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Sterak glanced at the now flash frozen comics and sighed softly, shaking his head. He snapped his fingers and the ice chunk the various doujins had become immediately dissipated, along with the water that may've been a residu from the molten ice.
He arched an eyebrow and shook his head. "I'd wish to thoroughly explain just how wrong you are," he answered with a shrug. "But I believe none of us have the time nor energy for it," he answered, puqhing the door open. "But regardless, I've had my fun, I'll buy you a drink, Pilot Royal. Then we can talk properly."
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Aisling was even more annoyed that the comics he was purchasing were defrosted with a mere snap. "I could have done that myself." ...maybe not quite as elegantly. He finished making his purchase and turned back to the other Pilot, now with bar of soon to be destroyed materials in a shopping bag. "...a drink huh?"
He didn't really want to talk to Sterak right now. This encounter reminded him how much the older Pilot Royal pissed him off. But... He had a hard time turning down free drinks from good looking men. And they came with less frequency these days.
"Fine. I suppose I could accept that in lieu of a proper apology." He said exiting the shop but waiting for Sterak to lead the way.
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Sterak shook his head, shrugging softly. "They would've been damaged," he answered, making his way back through the racks, miraculously knocking not even one over. Granted, living roughly ninety years with oversized wings like that, you had a pretty good idea where you could and couldn't fit. There was a time a store like this wouldn't be in one piece after he visited, but that time had long passed since. "A drink," he answered as confirmation. "Coffee, alcohol if you will," he added with a shrug.
Sterak followed behind him out, arching an eyebrow. "I don't see what I have to apologise for, but sure. If that makes you feel better," he answered rather carelessly, making his way to one of the cafe's courtyards that were rather closeby.
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"Coffee?" He frowned. He would much prefer alcohol, hopefully at least some sort of alcoholic beverage would be available at the place Sterak chose. "They need to be destroyed anyway." Aisling muttered. He didn't really want to bring further attention to the fact that there was one of these 'doujinshis' of. Himself and PILOT IMPERIAL CHASTAIN. It was wrong on so many levels and needed to be destroyed and quickly forgotten. One of himself and Sterak would have been-
No. No no no. That would also be terrible. But he supposed it could be worse.
"Ha! You should start by apologizing for that wrinkles comment you giant child! It is utterly uncouth to remark on such a thing! I look beautiful!"
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Sterak shrugged again. "Your choice," he answered with a soft sigh, before taking place infront of a small cafe, wings folding over the chair. Either he missed Ailsing's remark about the comics, or he just ignored it.
"Excuse you?" Sterak asked with a soft frown as the remark about him being a giant child was made. The little emotion his voice held completely gone now. "I am still your elder. Promoted on an earlier age and older than you, my appearance has nothing to do with that," he let out a tired sigh. "Nor does yours, Aisling. And emberassment ill suits you, by the by."
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He frowned more, almost pouted. Sterak certainly seemed to be drawing out a bad side of him. "Then perhaps you should stop trying to embarrass me. You may be my elder but we are the same rank so do not try to pull that on me. And I am no child myself." He said as he sat down across from Sterak.
"I am fairly certain it would not kill you to treat me decently for a change, I do not know why you distain me, and if anyone should have reason it is me." He muttered folding a napkin delicately in his lap.
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Sterak snorted softly, shaking his head. "I'm buying you a drink, aren't I?" He asked with another soft shrug. "I have no issues with you," he started with a soft sigh, signaling for the waiter. "So let's all just forget about this and start anew."
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Aisling rolled his eyes and looked at the drink menu idly. "Whatever you say Pilot Darchan." Start anew. Right and how would that work exactly. "So. You look we'll, how are you these days?" He supposed he could muster up some polite conversation for a fellow Pilot Royal. Even if he was obnoxiously handsome and annoying.
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"I've been good," he answered, folding the card and putting it down when he decided on what he'd go for. "Thank you, how've you been?" He answered in kind, sitting back. "I've also heard some new Candidates coming in, you were selected mentor of one of them? Or does one perhaps catch your eye?"
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"I am fine." He wasn't. He was stressed out and worried about being forced to retire soon. Being in front of a man who was practically immortal didn't help much. He glanced up at Sterak, envious and bitter.
He scoffed at the mention of candidates. "No. As of yet I am not mentoring any of them. I have my hands full teaching them now. Had you not heard? I was transfered to Candidate Affairs and was saddled with teaching a new trial course, Comprehensive Metal Alloys as they Pertain to Psionics. Or CMAPP for short. It is bogus busy work... They are just trying to force me to retire from active duty and join the ministry... Hah! That is the last place I want to be..." He muttered the last bit and put his menu down and looked off distantly briefly. In that moment he looked younger, like Ailill with darker longer hair, a fleeting moment of forlorn youthfulness.
Aisling looked back at Sterak. And scoffed shaking his head. "Not as if an old man like yourself would understand."
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"And now. How are you, without lying?" Sterak immediately retorted, frowning softly. While he was adept at reading someones emotions, he didn't even need to try do that with thea foul stare Aisling gave him. He shook his head with a soft sigh. "I was aware. And while I don't imagine CMAPP being that bogus busy work you call it, the reasoning to remove you from active duty seems logical," he pondered audibly, claw rubbing his chin. "And I agree with you there. They tried to get me in. I just had to prove my patience was ill suited and me being in the field was.more adventageous." Memories momentarily captivated the Pilot Royal of the time they tried to get him as a politcian.
The first notion he had to defend was him chuckling and claiming he'd "burn this motherfucker to the ground." There were still clips out there from that.
"With age comes wisdom, Aisling, remember that." He sat up again, leaning his elbows on the table. "You may not have your youthful looks anymore, but you are smarter now," he took a deep sigh. "And with old age comes charm, that is also something you may want to consider. I'd pick an experienced partner over an impudent whelp at any time."
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His face twitched a bit. "Logical? I am just as capable as you are Sterak. There is no reason I should have to retire!" He leaned back in his seat, arms folded against his chest.
"And all this wisdom and charm nonsense. I have always been smart and charming and I still have my looks! Perhaps my skin has aged some but I certainly do not look my age! So do not rub your own unaged face in mine Sterak. I am still the noble descendant of both demon and fae kings! Whether or not you parade around with the title 'Oberon' does not diminish my natural ancestry." He scoffed again.
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"Nor did I insist so," he answered calmly. "I understand their logic, doesn't mean I agree with it."
The following part, however, made him pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance, before it completely unfolded into a full facepalm. The man really had to turn everything around to focus on him. Well, at least Sterak tried to be civillized. He tried to remain friendly and understanding. But this.
And he did just not.
No one would be stupid enough to call Sterak out on his title and on his artificial being. "I have been made for perfection, you are merely an abomination of nature, an imperfect concept that is only useful for improvement." Sterak growled as he rose to his feet, black wings slowly unfolding. "I understand now why Ailill is disgusted by your presence," he added, more calm now. Yet, the chair he was on earlier slowly burbled down into a hot and molten liquid. "Your own blood and flesh is suffering, yet you are too self centered to see the real problems of the people you should care about," he chuckled softly.
"You're nothing but a petty pipsqueak. None the wiser than a Candidate. Age hasn't made you wiser, if anything, I'd blame it on dementia now," he answered, folding his arms, before turning around with a soft sigh and walking to one of the skybridges, his heated temper slowly cooling down more now.
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That. He did not suffer fools lightly.
His own chair shattered into thousands of ice shards. He was dumbfounded by Sterak's tactless comments and sheer rudeness but he knew how to solve this. He would not loose his own temper further. Besides, his veins ran cold as ice now.
"Sterak. Your insults are fighting words, but you do not talk about my son like that. Especially when you are completely ignorant of our situation. And need I remind you you are not his father." Aisling practically hissed at the others retreating form. "You are far from perfection by the way. You are a mistake. If you ever want an 'abomination' to show you what you really are, drop by the ATC. We'll spar."
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Sterak glanced over his shoulder. "I am not. Nor am I unable to ever have one," he chuckled myrthlessly. "And still, I'm a more capable father figure than you ever hope to be," he snarled softly. "You don't even speak to him. It is all, about -you-, not him."
"I am far from a mistake, I was made and tailored to a very specific design. But then again, that shows both physically and mentally, doesn't it, senile fart?"
He snorted softly, taking a deep breath. "I care not for your mindless challenge. I'd let my mission reports speak for themselves. But fine, we'll have that spar you seem to itch about." He rolled his shoulder. "I'll show you what a mixed blood mutt like yourself is worth."
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Aisling took a deep breath and exhaled a chill into the air. He was better than this. Better than Sterak and too good to be dragged into creating a further scene because of this OLD MAN'S foolishness.
"You speak of my heritage with such contempt, how can you pretend to care for Ailill. And as I said. You do not know our situation. I do speak with him, he does not wish to speak with me. Probably because of his mother, and you."
With that Pilot Sheehy brushed past Sterak, literally giving him the cold shoulder.
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"I need no pretending," Sterak answered. "I care for him. Do not blame me for your strained relationship, Pilot Royal Aisling," he said, glancing at the Pilot as he brushed past, following the man with his gaze.
But he had no further words for Aisling. Rather than that, he would show up at the ATC the next day, heading over to the training area.