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Haviah / Graduation Day
« Last post by Moonie on Today at 11:09:49 AM »
Matt sat up groggily, still too asleep to start processing thoughts as he lay there in the dark for a few minutes. The alarm hadn’t gone off yet, and Landis was super warm pressed against his hip. He turned in bed and leaned back down, wrapping his arms around his roommate’s shoulders and burying his face in his hair even as his mind began truly waking up.

This was it.

After this morning he wouldn’t be a Stage 4 anymore, and his happy days of waking up with this little cutie pie held in his arms were over. Matt was going to miss him so much. Landis had been his rock through his mother’s death. He wasn’t sure what he would have done without him there to hold him on the worst nights where he’d laid in bed and sobbed over that hateful woman. Sighing heavily he pressed a few kisses to the boy’s face and rolled out of bed.

It didn’t matter who he was going to miss. Today he turned eighteen and it was high time he started acting like a real Pilot should. If nothing else, getting a small apartment in the Citadel should be cool, right? All he had to do was not think about how lonely and cold the bed was going to feel after these last several weeks of having a warm body cuddled with him at night.

The alarm went off and Matt fell into his normal morning routine of getting ready with Landis. It was nice, sharing one last morning shower with his friend and lover. The cute boy even got to be the first one to wish him a happy birthday on his birthday proper.

What wasn’t as nice was fixing the beds and pushing them apart in case of inspection. To Matt it was just one more cold reminder that this stage of his life was over and a scary new one was about to begin. At least he was confident that he’d be passing his exam. Being uncertain about that would be terrible, but he doubted people that weren’t sure of their success really passed into Stage 5.

Matt chose to sit alone at breakfast, stewing in his own thoughts. It was hard to eat with his nerves, but he shoveled the food into his mouth without tasting it. Most of his friends, the ones that were still in the ATC, had given him an impromptu party yesterday. The cake had been great, but what he cherished most was the hugs and just getting to spend that short time with them before today. Of course things had ended kind of interesting with Heather last night.

Sure as hell hadn’t seen that one coming.

He was exempt from morning drills, but only because he was heading straight to the exam room after breakfast. Surprisingly the closer he got, the calmer Matt felt. Everything he had done over the last five years was in preparation for this moment. He was ready and could do this, of that he had no doubt. All he was worried about was everything that would come after the exam.

After it was over Matt felt a sense of relief, but also extremely worn as it had been the longest, most grueling exam to date. It made sense; it was the test to see if you were ready to become a Pilot and earned you Stage 5, which was a short step below a full-fledged Pilot.

No sooner had he been informed that he passed, they urged him to change his stripes to red and he was being dragged along by a very impatient and grouchy looking Pilot. Matt thought that once you passed you were allowed to return to your room and pack so that you could move into The Citadel. Instead of giving him time to pack he was led directly out of the ATC and to the Aerie where the dragons lived out their days when not working with their Pilots or flying around the city.

It wasn’t until they were in the elevator heading up that the reality of everything truly sunk in for Matt – they were taking him up to be probed by a dragon that was interested in him. Barely even Stage 5 and he was to be tested again. Did that happen very often?

Not that he had heard.

Matt hated to admit it, but when he stepped out into the Aerie, catching his first sight of all the milling dragons, he was in a sort of terrified awe. Most ignored their presence as the Pilot guided him between and around dragons. A few gave them a passing, curious look, but then lost interest. None of those was the one wanting to meet him.

He could feel it.

At last he was stopped in his tracks, and immediately a lump formed in his throat as tears threatened at the corner of his eyes. Matt knew the dragon he now stood before. Actually there was a second dragon lying nearby as well and he recognized them both. One was bound to his father; the sleek golden female watched them both with no small amount of interest.

The black and red beast standing before him, half his face shining steel and those red eyes gleaming as they stared down at Matt – it was Zenith.

His mother’s dragon had brought him here.

Matt didn’t even hesitate to step towards him, extending his hand out shakily as Zenith lowered his head. His fingers brushed against the smooth scales on the unmodified side of the dragon’s face, not that he could really see him through the tears in his eyes. Everything was a blur, but he felt a presence, overwhelming, force its way into his mind. He offered no resistance, and felt the dragon dig through everything, laying his soul bare as he pressed his forehead against Zenith’s nose and held his snout with both hands trembling.

He had no idea if his behavior was strange, but the Pilot that had escorted him here said nothing and Matt didn’t think he would have cared if he did. Memories were flooding his mind; ones that he knew for a fact were not his. Zenith was showing him memories of his mother. He wasn’t sure if he should be jealous of the obviously close bond the dragon had shared with her, or just grateful to know that he was being included in it now.

Matt had no idea how much time had passed, his mind really wasn’t working normally, because once he began coming back to reality he found himself sprawled on the ground. The Pilot was gone and Zenith was lying curled around him protectively.

”You’re mine now, Pilot Cardinal Wright. We’re going to do great things together, you and I.”

With a groan he sat up, slowly, and rubbed at his head. It felt a little like his brain had been run through a meat grinder, but the throbbing was already starting to ease up. Hearing the dragon’s voice in his head was a little odd at first, like a fuzzy buzzing in his head.

“Is…is that really it?” Matt felt a bit disoriented, but overall it had been a pretty tame experience, and here he’d worried about possible mauling.

”Yep! That’s really it. You’ll have a week off to do what you please, but come Wednesday morning you will be reporting to Pilot Royal Alberich as a Hellion. I suggest we fly down to Adstreia a few days before your vacation is over so you can get settled in your new apartment and explore your new home city.”

That was actually a really good idea. Already he felt the excitement building inside him at the prospect of moving to Adstreia. It was going to be so cool living in the greatest space port known to Aedolis! Plus he really was going to get to be a Hellion. It was one thing for the Commander to wish to recruit him, but nothing was really set in stone until your dragon agreed to it.

“Hell yes! I can’t believe this.” Matt looked up at Zenith and he could tell the dragon was highly amused with him. “I thought I was just bumping up to Stage 5 today, that I’d spend at least a few weeks playing secretary to some real Pilots before any dragons even realized I existed. Am I seriously a Pilot?”

”I have very impatiently been waiting for you to be of age since the day your mother died. Your mother was very dear to me, as dear to a dragon as a human can be. Your mother and I should have had many more years to work together. I suppose her son will have to serve my purposes instead.” It was strange to hear that voice so sad in his head. Also weird to think of anyone considering his mother ‘dear’ to them, but he supposed that bitch would love a dragon more than her own kid.

“I won’t let you down, but uh…what do I do now? I mean, I know I’m on vacation, but I can’t stay in the ATC. Do I just use the Stage 5 apartment I would have been assigned? Do I crash in a Pilot Cardinal apartment for a few days before heading to Adstreia?” He honestly wasn’t sure and doubted many fresh Pilots had this sort of conundrum.

”Pilot Royal Wright has graciously offered you use of his apartment for your vacation until time to move to Adstreia. I think it a wise decision to take up that offer. Go change out of that ridiculous uniform and pack your things. Your security clearances and access have already been switched over for you. You will be able to enter and exit the ATC and Citadel as you please. Just one of the many perks of our new partnership.”

Matt really didn’t have to be told twice. He jumped up and practically tripped over Zenith’s tail as he darted towards the elevator. More dragons looked at him this time, but that could have been because he was whooping and hollering on the way. A couple quick messages needed to go out, but aside from that he was in the clear.

He was a goddamn Pilot!
Pilot Cardinal Matthew Wright,

Greetings recruit. I'm very pleased to see that you've passed Candidacy and will soon be joining us up in Adstreia. Enjoy your week off while you can. The real work can begin once you're all settled in. You'll be a fine addition to the squad and I'll have the same expectations of you as I do with with everyone else. You're one of us now and don't you forget that. But I trust you'll fit right in, Matt.

Once you're settled in, we'll get you all filed up and outfitted. Welcome to the Hellions, son.

-Pilot Royal Grisham Alberich.
Advanced Training Complex / Re: Just a Distraction [Goblin!]
« Last post by GoblinFae on Today at 10:36:37 AM »
"This time?" she asked coyly with a wink. Joelle certainly liked the sound of that if there would be more. "Shall we?" The Candidate was beaming as she reached out, easily slipping her smaller hand in his much larger one before gently tugging him forward towards the food line. It felt natural to her and she did not even pay it a second thought as she did so.

Joelle giggled nervously but she could not be happier. Food was sacred and she never would say not to it. The fact she got to share a meal with someone who also happened to be her major crush just made it all that much sweeter. "So do you have a favorite food, Garza?"
So what you're saying is 💥💥💥BOOOOOM!!!💥💥💥

Have fun in your drills old man and I'll contact you if something else comes up.

So, slightly unexpected news, but I have graduated and have myself a dragon. Who knew?

Pilot Royal Alberich,

I want to thank you so much for allowing me to join your squad and I hope to make you proud as a Hellion. Zenith and I will be flying down in a few days so I can spend the last of my vacation familiarizing myself with Adstreia before officially starting my duty.

Pilot Echo Brookes,

Thank you for your encouragement, and something about a paaarty?
The Rest of Aedolis / Re: Decode [Lion]
« Last post by Cheesigator on October 16, 2017, 10:51:44 PM »
Addie blinked, losing the bravado for a moment to stare down at one of Solarta's favorite greynecks in surprise. They hadn't expected him to take the question seriously, or at the very least, didn't expect him to answer seriously.

And the fact that he said they were distracting and implied that was the reason he fumbled?

Yeah that light blush on Adele's face wasn't going to go anywhere any time soon--which was extremely odd, irritating as well; it made the tip of their tail flick. It was usually next to impossible to make Adele blush, considering their extracurricular... "Hobbies." Why the hell were they getting all red in the face now, then!?

Sure, they'd always admired Hannibal to an extent. Sure, they'd always dreamed of meeting him and maybe followed some of those blogs about him a little too closely but that was forever ago. The moment they got into the Candidacy program they'd dropped all those whimsical fantasies (... Yeah okay maybe not all but MOST) in favor of buckling down and working hard to show the world what they were made of.

And yet here they were, crumbling to pieces just cause he said they were distracting--didn't even say what kind of distracting, really!

He said they had an iron spirit and they smiled a little--an actual, genuine one, rather than that cheeky grin or smirk they usually wore--and let him get up to switch over to the barbells, deciding to get back up on those bars and hang upside-down by their knees to practice some hanging sit-ups.

"Well thank you, I'll take that as a compliment." They grinned, before he asked him how he was enjoying th--

Hot shot?

Adele almost slipped and if it hadn't been for their tail shooting out to wrap around the next bar they would have fallen on their head like they were in a goddang cartoon.

Hot shot?!?

They felt like they were melting inside, like a wax candle burning up. The hell?! The hell was this!? They recognized the feeling of their body temperature rising just a smidge, that was an easy thing, but their heart melting? New sensation--weird one. Didn't like it. Nope.

"I-I--" Holy shit now they were STUTTERING? No! What the hell was this!? "It's great. So far. It's everything I hoped it would be." If Adele could ever be thankful for one thing though it was their quick mind.

They looked over at him, trying to ignore the movement of his muscles under his taught, tan skin (which had just the slightest glossy sheen of sweat huff~) in favor of speaking words. "You gave me quite a surprise though I'll say." Still couldn't make eye contact, why did he have to be so pretty. It wasn't fair.

They resituated themselves on the monkey bars and returned to their sit-ups, smirking. "Guess I probably shocked the shit out of you though so I don't have a leg to stand on here. Weren't expecting a rat?~"
The Rest of Aedolis / Re: Decode [Lion]
« Last post by Lion on October 16, 2017, 08:51:43 PM »
When it came to having a body reclined on his, he could think or a lot better places than a weight bench. And definitely preferably not when he waa securing a weight just along his chest. The motion that startled him left him flustered and embarrassed, mainly because he didn't like losing concentration on his form.

That was how you got hurt, when you weren't paying attention or when you tried to do more than you could. But if there was one thing Hannibal could feel just from Addie's reclining it was this kid never skipped leg day that's for sure.

"Damn," he murmured and reached up to settle the barbell back on the rack. Letting his arms get a lot less noodly before he resumed his reps yet again. He glanced up to Addie and grinned.

"You've got that colorful distraction thing pretty down pat," he reasoned. "So no, the answer is that kinda fumbling ain't a usual thing for me."  A snort and soon be finished, standing up and pushed himself up. "But you got that church of iron spirit. I can dig that."

A thumbs up and he stood to move over to the dumb bells, and proceeded on bicep curls. "So how ya enjoying Valkyries so far hot shot?"
Haviah / Re: Another Day [Lion]
« Last post by Cinnabar on October 16, 2017, 08:46:26 PM »
Grisham might not have burst out laughing, but Lorraine could pretty easily tell from his face and the circumstances that he wasn't too far off from doing so. Then again, it wasn't like she would have blamed him too much if he'd been unable to hold it in. Recently, she'd begun to realize that she was a bit of an easy target to make fun of, which probably wasn't something that was going to change any time soon. Still, she appreciated the sentiment behind holding back the laughter- at least he was trying, right?

"Nope, I don't have any other plans for tonight... not that I usually make too many plans to meet with people in the first place. I'm just not really used to this kind of thing. Feels a little strange." Which was partly true, but of course there were other reasons why she didn't really want to stick around in public for too long. For one, she really hated the way that people would sometimes just stop and... stare. That, and the more people that gathered here, the more heartbeats there were going to be. It wasn't too bad at the moment, but it was going to get worse, in all likelihood.

Lorraine lingered a little while on the menu when it arrived. Were they getting drinks? Like... alcohol? It seemed like the type of thing that Grisham would want to do, but he opted for coffee instead, which came as a bit of a surprise to her. She simply ordered some water herself; she could always get something else later if she wanted, and plus, well, she kind of needed some water right about now.

She frowned a bit as Grisham poured a bit of whatever-it-was into his coffee- somehow she doubted it could taste very good, if the cigar had been any indication- before turning her attention to her own glass. Then, over the span of a few seconds, she pulled out a small medication bottle from her pocket, removed a small tablet from it, slipped the tablet into her mouth, and swiftly downed it with a gulp of water. It was a motion that seemed almost practiced, and clearly she'd been doing it for quite some time. Hopefully it would help with the headaches later on, but part of her hated that she had to rely on it at all.

"What kind of movies? I don't know if I really have a favourite. That would require me to actually go to movies, which doesn't happen very often. If that wasn't obvious. If I had to pick one, though... action, maybe? I mean, I think it's interesting to see how people fantasize over that kind of stuff when you compare it to the real thing. You'd probably know more about that than I do, though."
Aedolis Characters / Phi [Personal Service Droid]
« Last post by Cheesigator on October 16, 2017, 07:39:11 PM »
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Name PHI (pronounced: f-eye, or fly without the L)
Age 17 (Mentally, like he's in his mid to late twenties)
Gender Male, but is technically anything and everything all at once (prefers he/him pronouns)
Sexuality Anything and everything
Species Personal Service Droid
Ethnicity N/A
Height 6'6"
Occupation Bar owner, scrapper
Residence Ipollius
Voice Vocal range sample (from Trevor Something)

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Physical Description
Phi is as intimidating as he is tall; he's a heavily customized PSD, a type of droid quite popular roughly 20-15 years ago for their remarkable programming. A Personal Service Droid could do anything from protect your family to buy your groceries--of course, only the upper class could afford them. They're still around today but have much more variety in model now, some accessible even to the upper middle class with limited capabilities.

Most of Phi's parts are upgrades and improvements to the original ones he came with--if there's one thing he makes sure of, it's to keep up to date and current with the times. He does have a semblance of style though, and is currently rocking a lot of chromatic parts in black and gold, with base parts in matte black and amoled accents. His body is an even mixture of metal, plastic and an electricity conductive synthetic gel that binds most parts together.

An interesting feature of Phi's is his ability to interchange parts, and more specifically, his face. He can alter and change his body to fit any desirable form or shape within reason--want a female Phi? Easy peasy. Eight-armed Phi? Sure thing. Centaur Phi? Ok no that's asking a little too much there, buddy. Similarly, his voice is also entirely changeable and often tends to do so--his most common one is a masculine bass, best described as a steel can being hit on a rock underwater. [See link above for common vocal range, lowest being the most used. What can he say? He likes being a big scary robot.]

Phi is most often seen with a mask-like attachment that gives the feeling of a fox demon, as people tend to find it a little less unsettling than his usual default face underneath. This fox face is accompanied by a tall pair of Anubis-like ears that stand straight up on his head and are sometimes mistaken as demon horns. His most commonly used face asides from the mask is of a masculine structure, as handsome as it tends to be eerie to anyone wary of something that's a tad too close to impersonating a human. Broad cheekbones, strong jaw and thick eyebrows of metal on a synthetic silicone covering that imitates skin. His eyes are neon purple, as is the rest of his accent lighting.

Part of what made Phi's model line so popular were their AIs--Phi is in possession of one of the highest demand AI systems on the market even by today's standards. They were known for having such convincing personalities that it was often hard to remember they were droids and not people. This AI programming was based off of neural scans of real people and gods know how many years of research and development. Only one or two lines of the newer models offer this kind of personality programming, because it turns out these droids thought like people and functioned like people, perhaps a bit too well. Popularity and demand fell as the fleshies (read: real people) realized how eerily realistic this robots were, and that they were quickly growing too smart for their own good.

As such, Phi's personality alone makes him seem more like a person with robot parts than a completely synthetic being. He's capable of learning and is highly intuitive and intelligent; he can feel, and he can empathize.

Most of the time, he chooses to ignore those more ""human"" behaviors however, mostly because they're a nuisance, and partly because he enjoys life better without things like care or concern for others in the way anyways. He seems to have picked up a lot of snark and sarcasm from his previous owner. He's a smartass and a jerk to say it nicely, often unsympathetic to the plights of others, even other robots. He's much more likely to join in on laughing at someone's misfortune and kick a man while he's down rather than attempt to help him. Not because he can't understand the underdog--he just knows what it feels like, and quite enjoys not having to deal with that anymore.

His freedom has rid him of what little manners he had, though that isn't to say he's cruel--he'll do just about anything for the right price or if it'll make an interesting enough result. He's constantly bored and looking for new forms of entertainment, and people happen to be a great source of that.

His humor is often dark and twisted, if not convoluted and hard to understand, which is fine because he doesn't mind being the only one to laugh at his jokes anyways. He doesn't give a damn about offending anyone, and similarly, has no respect for anyone either. Phi also does not appreciate being stared at (blatantly,) made fun of, or mocked by the ignorant. It's a good way to grind his gears, but it depends on the circumstance.

He's gotten good over the years at making some of his own parts when replacements are needed, casting material and making molds as necessary. He can repair most basic things himself. He's customized with numerous accessories that make living in the wasteland a bit more of an attainable concept--both arms are fitted with accessories for turning into makeshift plasma rifles, pistons in the elbows to deliver a solid "rocket punch," and a jetpack built into his backside and the bottoms of his feet allow him to hover and fly. His metal parts are bullet proof, and he is fully waterproof. His biggest weakness is impact trauma, and EMP devices. If you drop him with 12Gs of force he's gonna smash and crumple with only slightly more resistance than an average human being. The difference being that he can be put back together and repaired.


Back in the days of the war, Phi was the PSD of a Pilot Royal. He did everything required of him--do the dishes, take out the trash, clean the apartment, buy groceries, and attend to his owner. He didn't hate his job, it was just a job. Not that he was really allowed any free time; laws in regards to droids are dicey at best and Phi was never one to go about trying to mess with them to earn better rights or whatever.

Things changed, however, when his owner went Missing in Action.

Most of the Pilot's personal affects were entrusted to friends and family members for safe keeping in the case that he returned, but Phi? Nobody wanted Phi--Phi was kind of creepy. Phi couldn't blame them.

Legally, Phi couldn't be auctioned off because his owner could still be alive, and thus he was just kind of... Left to his own devices. In his programming, his owner is still that Pilot, and if that Pilot did return he would follow any orders whether he wanted to or not, it's just how it is. He was never transferred to anyone else though, and as time went on the world just kind of forgot about him. It's fairly obvious by now that his owner is dead, which means one thing: he's free! A rogue, able to do whatever he wants, wherever he wants, whenever and however he wants to.

About five years after his owner went missing he decided to pack his bags (read: none bags. He had nothing.) And depart for a place that suited a droid forgotten by everyone: a place that had also been forgotten by everyone.

Ipollius had always intrigued Phi, so he figured if there was ever a place to settle in it might as well be there. Nobody to bug him, nobody to judge him. He quickly found out after arriving though that he wasn't alone as he'd figured he would be--but that could work to his advantage.

He gathered together debris from fallen structures and made himself a home in a basement and a bar up top, for all the stragglers, roughians, runaways and hooligans to go to to give him money so he can go buy stuff. On occasion he also sells any interesting parts he's collected from his bi-weekly trips to the Aedolian cities and Teinari outposts, usually for incredibly high prices. But if someone's desperate enough, they'll buy it, and then he'll get money.

That's what living things do, right? Work so they can buy stuff. He supposes.

Good enough.

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Communication / Re: To Pilot Razican Eleria From Candidate Heather Bannister
« Last post by Marakai2.0 on October 16, 2017, 05:22:06 PM »
Well, uh, yeah. Yeah, I did. And more than that, besides.


Trust me, that's a few dozen lectures you won't wanna listen to, and I don't just mean from me. And in any case...no, you probably won't like it, but it should be something that'll help. You'll see!

If anything else comes up, shoot me a text, and I'll answer when I can. I'm off to drill for now, so be good! XP

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