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Margad / A Little Shock Therapy [Oneshot]
« on: June 29, 2019, 02:19:54 pm »
“Vitals stable, heart rate slightly elevated.” The staff on the other side of the double-sided mirror monitored embedded screens while others watched Aspen in the chair on the other side of the glass. “Go again, keep a close eye on this quadrant of the amygdala.” The doctor pointed at the scan of Aspen’s brain with his pen. A nurse pressed a button on the screen which started a power-up of the probes embedded meticulously all over Aspen’s head.

With each surge, Aspen’s body twitched, her wrists and ankles bound in the chair by cushioned straps. To some, the entire scene would look like something straight out of a horror movie. It would have never been guessed that Aspen had landed in this situation by her own free will. She wanted to be there having this done to her. For Aspen, all of this was a shot at a second chance at life. A life she had always wished she could live. Free from most fear, anxiety, depression, anything that caused her to be less than the pilot Aedolis and everyone else expected her to be. While she had been approached for testing of this stage of the trial, Aspen without question accepted the offer. If this could help her, it could help so many others as well. Before now shock therapy to a pilots special and delicate brain was a hard concept to grasp. However, if this did work so many pilots suffering from PTSD or any emotional turmoil could be helped. Or at least that was how this treatment had been pitched to her.

Aspen told no one of her decision. The only ones who knew were her dragon Thaen and all the doctors and scientists involved in the trial. The treatment would be placed as information in her file only accessible to those with noble ranking or higher.

The doctor pointed at the region of Aspen’s brain as it lit up again with his pen.
“Beautiful”


Flipping a white matte card in her fingers Aspen remembered their parting words as the rail made its way back to Margad. ” Call if you have any questions or concerns. You’re due back next week for a check and evaluation.”

That was it. Everything else as far as what to expect had all been explained beforehand which in all honesty was almost a blur. Essentially, Aspen should notice quite quickly that things should be processed by her brain quite differently than before. Or at least that was how it was explained to her.

“Is anyone sitting here?” A stranger’s voice interrupted the blank gaze Aspen had been sporting for most of the ride home on the crowded rail. Aspen simply looked up at the large man and shook her head before moving her bag for the man to sit. Aspen continued with her blank stare as she waited for a sign that what she had just been through did anything at all for her.

By the time the rail arrived in Margad Aspen’s stomach had begun growling. Without breakfast before her trip hunger was quickly catching up to her. On her way home she stopped at her favorite pizza place out of habit. The aroma of marinara and cheese filled the air and Aspen took it all in as she approached the counter to order. Shortly afterward with pizza in hand Aspen took a single bite and was filled with disappointment. There was not that joy and fulfillment with each bite that she had grown to love and need over the years. Upon inspection, the pizza slice seemed perfectly normal yet it was impossible to bring herself to finish it. It was just so… boring. Something she had eaten a hundred times before and this slice was not setting the bar very high compared to past experiences. It wasn’t taking her back to birthday pizza dinners with Havanah as it had done once before. There were no flashbacks of family dinners or even the pizza party she had back in candidacy. Aspen remembered it all, but nothing was resonating within her to make it special anymore.

Back at her apartment Aspen found herself dealing with the same thing she had at the pizza parlor. Her keyboard that was once an outlet seemed without purpose anymore. It was just this thing sitting in her room and taking up space. There was no want or need to sit down and pour out her innermost feelings and turmoils into the keys. Even worse Aspen didn’t feel a shred of guilt or sadness about it. She knew why she had played before. She remembered how her parent’s used her for her ability to earn extra income yet still there was no resonation of remorse within her over it. An effort was made to think back on everything that had brought Aspen down before only to be met with the thought process of ‘it sucked but it's over now’. On instinct, Aspen reached up and touched the code tattoo behind her ear. Again, that feeling of dread and fear was nowhere to be found within herself.

The only familiar feeling now was the burning in her eyes as tears began to well in the corners. Except, this kind of tears were completely foreign to Aspen. Covering her mouth Aspen mumbled as the tears began to stream down her cheeks.

“I’m finally free” she cried as her hand moved to show a smile spread across her lips.

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Margad / Small Victories (OPEN, PM IF YOU WANNA JOIN!)
« on: October 07, 2018, 12:49:22 am »
Chains clattering against broken and cold stone floors accompanied by the staccato of water droplets from the irrigation pipes above. The screams and cries of her friends and comrades blurred and reverberating off the walls in every direction. Hands grabbing and pulling at flesh that burned with every second of contact while others dug into stone trying to escape. Every sight, sound, and feel coming back in an instant the moment her hand touched the pad to open her door.

Her hair was down, not because she preferred it, but to hide the brand made visible when it was pulled back into her usual style. The last thing she wanted was people noticing her brand and looking at her with curious eyes with questions of how the Fluerivale 10 survived. She couldn't stand another 'What were you feeling?' or 'Were you afraid?' from curious minds. Even worse the constant feeling of eyes as they watched in curiosity as she passed by. Aspen didn't want to be a spectacle or a symbol of survival. If anything all she wanted was to forget it had ever happened. Yet every time she stepped out of her door she was reminded of how 'open' it was beyond her walls.

Going out at night alone was still something out of her comfort zone, but at least during the day, she could see down most dark alleys. From the elevator to the lobby of her complex Aspen fidgeted with the elastic band around her wrist, pulling and snapping it unknowingly before walking out the main door. Deep down she wanted nothing more than to get past all of this, and unlike before, she was genuinely trying to get through it the best she could. Today she was determined to get some much-needed shopping done and to do it all alone. Aspen knew she couldn't always rely on her friends to hold her hand and guide her through every personal obstacle she had created for herself. Yet she also knew that if she truly did need them, they would be there in a heartbeat.

The first few minutes of her walk were full of anxieties and by the time Aspen had reached the end of the road her wrist was already starting to welt from the number of times she had snapped her bracelet. However, it slowly began to ease as she rounded the second turn in her venture. Everything started to come into focus as she inhaled the sweet Margad air and set her sites on an adorable food stand resting between herself and the store she was originally headed for. The mere sight of it caused her stomach to turn in hunger. Even better was the fact there was only one person in line.

”It's only one person Aspen, you can do this.” A mantra she repeated in her head over and over again as she approached the stand.

Everything was going so well as she stood in the line, looking up above at the banner of menu options. As usual, Aspen was conflicted between a basket of cheesy fries or chicken strips. When not eating pizza, those two were usually her go to at a restaurant. And then it was her turn to order as the person in front stepped away...

“What would you like?” A woman asked, smiling as she waited for Aspen's answer.

Suddenly Aspen felt her chest tighten as she had not yet figured out what it was she wanted between the two. Her thoughts then jumped to how long she was taking to order and how the woman was probably just smiling because she had to. Again she was snapping at her wrist as her eyes shot back and forth between the two menu items. Until a much larger picture caught her eye on the menu. Bottled water! Buy one get one free!

“Can I get two waters please?” The words alone choked out and followed with immediate short-term relief.

Aspen held out her wrist to scan and was, in turn, handed the two bottles of water. As she stepped away, stuffing one of the bottles in her bag, Aspen heard the person behind her order the cheese fries and felt her heart sink.

Regardless, Aspen pushed on to the store. Even if she panicked last minute she was patting herself on the back for at least going up to the stand in the first place.

”Small victories” she told herself as she took a swig of her newly acquired beverage and strolled into the store.

Five minutes spent in the store and Aspen had already managed to put a bag of random candies in her cart and a snack pack of pepperonis for the walk home. Going into the health and beauty isle Aspen had her eyes set on the bottles of shampoo and conditioner ahead, until another patron walked up and stood in front of them, clearly weighing the options of which kind to get. Aspen stopped and decided to wait until they were done. Having stopped just shy of the lotions she decided just to look at a few bottles until they moved along. Standing and reading bottle slogans and directions worked for the whole of maybe one minute before Aspen felt herself getting flush again.

Yet another person had turned down the aisle and was pulling their cart right up beside hers to look at the lotions as well. In a panic, Aspen grabbed a random bottle, one she hadn't even read yet and threw it in her cart. Relief overcame her though as the other patron had moved on from the shampoo she had initially set her sights on. A large smile setting in as she grabbed her usual products and moved on to check out. Again she made her purchase, scanning her chip and throwing everything in her bag with the water from earlier.

By now Aspen was feeling quite proud of herself and was actually enjoying being out of the apartment for once. So much in fact that she decided to take a longer way home and to stop at a bench to sit and enjoy her pepperonis in the fresh air (and yes it was an actual bench and not a human eating plant bench monster).

While sitting on the bench, having cracked open her snack, Aspen decided to pull the bottle of lotion she purchased out of her bag to look it over. At first, she popped open the top and took a whiff. ”Mmm... Strawberry” she thought as she turned the bottle in her hand. Slowly her face turned red as she read the slogan on the bottle. It wasn't even lotion, but instead, Aspen had just purchased herself a value-sized bottle of strawberry scented massage oil. If it were possible to die of humiliation, Aspen would have died in that moment.

She couldn't get the bottle back in her bag fast enough as she continued to sit on the bench dreading what that cashier was probably thinking when they rang her up.

”Don't panic... you can just give it to Heather or Matt. They would understand... or think you are a secret freak.”

With her head in her hands, Aspen tilted to look at her bag in shame, only to turn an even deeper shade of red as she saw a wet spot on her bag begin to grow rapidly. ”IDIOT YOU DIDN'T CLOSE THE BOTTLE!” And again she was rummaging through her bag trying to get the bottle out as fast as possible. By the time it was all said and done Aspen's bag had the lovely aroma of strawberries while her hands and wrists shone from the lovely oil treatment they had just received. 

“Great job Aspen. Looks like you're all lubed up and ready to screw yourself in the ass some more you idiot.” A mumble as she crossed her arms over her knees, letting her head fall in complete shame from her failure to function.

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Aedolis Characters / Pixie Anderson, Official Hellions Squaddog
« on: June 22, 2018, 01:27:26 am »
__________________QUICK STATS
Name: Pixie Anderson
Age: 1
Gender: Male
Species: Canis Lupus Familiaris
Height: 75 Centimeters at the Shoulder
Occupation: Service Dog/Hellion Squad Dog
Residence: Adstreia

__________________IN-DEPTH STUFF

Physical Description:

Credit: Nymmers

Pixie is large, black, and insanely fluffy with Amber eyes. While on the job Pixie wears a black Service Dog vest adorned with an official Hellions logo on each side. He also has a pair of goggles when required to fly. Off the job Pixie prefers his Hellions embroidered collar and bandana.

Personality:

A giant cuddly teddy bear to 99.9% of the Hellion's squad. Pixie enjoys snuggles, long walks through the Stellarium, and lots of tummy scritches. His favorite food is a perfectly cooked steak paired with steamed potatoes. Loves swimming (death to all pool filters), and playing fetch.

Magic/Abilities:

Fetch - Pixie is a professional ball retriever. With hours of practice, he has honed this skill to perfection.
Sit - Guess who can sit like a good boy!? Pixie can!
Scent - Pixie is in the process of being trained to sniff out a variety of potential terrorist threats that may come through the Adstreia flight bay.


Relationships:

Sparrow Anderson - MOM!
Grisham Alberich - GRANDPA!
Vaas Sayd - Arch Nemesis who hurts Mom
Yavul Hyakinthos - Other Arch Nemesis who hurts Grandpa
The rest of the Hellions - BRINGERS OF FOOD AND SCRITCHES!
Civilians and other Squadron Members - Threat unknown. Observe with tongue hanging and head tilts until further assessment can be made.

History:
It was dark and then it was light!




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The Rest of Aedolis / It's A Girl! [Mara!]
« on: June 22, 2018, 01:04:30 am »
The rail to Travica seemed to take longer than it actually had. The entire ride Sparrow sat with her fingers twisting and pulling at one another. The usually proud Hellion was anything but confidence as the rail pushed forwards. She could have flown in much less time, but even she knew her head just wasn't in the right place for that kind of concentration. Today was the day that the truth would be revealed. Weeks ago she had sent out the sample for testing and now the results were sitting and waiting at some office in Travica.

It always seemed as if the moment things started to go right another obstacle would fall in her path. In the blink of an eye it all changed again, her whole world turned upside down as she watched the closest thing she had ever had to a true father disappear into the dark void of space. Even then she managed it, pushing as hard as she could to turn everything right side up again.

And then Gregor happened.

Another bomb dropped, another crack appearing in the picture of herself she was already struggling to keep together. Yet still, she stood, pushing back with everything she had in hopes that maybe one day there would be some normalcy in her life. Some may have even seen the peices falling into place when Gregor announced the possibility of paternity the moment Grisham went missing. However, all Sparrow could feel was a form of guilt that all of this had to happen now. Grisham was enough for her, he had stepped up to a place others had failed. Would he feel replaced by Gregor? Should she feel this guilty for just wanting to know?

Over the last few weeks just like all other obstacles Sparrow had somehow made even all of this seem okay. Less stress than before with the announcement of Grisham's return safely back on the ground only a few days ago. The chance to actually see him had not come up yet. Every Hellion got a message stating he was back and alive and taking an overdue vacation with 'The Stepmother'. All of it completely understandable and deserved but creating even more time before Sparrow could tell him what was going on. Of course, she could message him back or even call to tell him the issue, but Sparrow was determined to give him the space he needed to get over the hand he had also been dealt.

Pulling at her fingers more, Sparrow shifted in her seat as the railcar began to slow. Pixie who was comfortably on the floor began sitting up, leaning against Sparrow's leg as if to reassure her she wasn't completely alone in all of this. In a way it helped, grounding her back in the moment rather than stuck in the mess of her own mind. When the railcar came to a complete hault Sparrow stood, Pixie rising to all fours beside her as they both started making their way off of the train. By now she had already grown acustomed to the stares from civilians towards the massive dog. By the wagging of Pixie's tail, she could also tell how much he loved all of the attention.

They were both clearly out of their element among the civilians of this dome. Sparrow dressed in her usual black Hellion sweater and Pixie adorning his black service dog vest with an official Hellion's logo on the side. She dared someone to question its validity just so she could jump down their throat with bilaws and ordinances. In time they reached the lab where the results would be read. It seemed as she pulled open the door she had managed to beat Gregor there. After signing in at the information window Sparrow found a seat in the lobby, Pixie by her side the entire time. Sparrow caught another man a few chairs down looking at Pixie differently, only to have Pixie respond by tilting his head and letting part of his tongue fall out of his mouth in the process.

"You're supposed to be a visioucly trained military dog, Pixie." Sparrow whispered, scruffing the top of his head as he continued to look at the strange man. Pixie's only response by tiltiing his head the other direction, tongue flopping with it. Funny how in an instant Pixie had completely calmed her just by being the big goofy fluffball everyone loved.

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The Rest of Aedolis / Persistence, Patience, and Pride [Goblin!]
« on: June 21, 2018, 11:35:41 pm »
Another day had come and gone, the final hours spent compiling reports of simulation data for her Commander. Sidney honestly didn't mind doing it, the task giving her something to pride herself on. The data was valuable, pointing out what each member of the squad was excelling or lacking in. With this information, it made it possible to compile formations and tactics based on the results. Who did better where and in what scenario. With the last piece of information in place, Sid saved the file, removing the drive to deliver to Blu immediately.

Slipping the small device in her pocket Sid left the control room, snagging her jacket and the lights on her way out. As she crept through the halls Sid couldn't help but let her eyes travel into every room with an open door between looks at her Com. Seemed most everyone else had cleared out for the day. Strange how quiet it could get there in contrast to how it was in the middle of the day. Yet at the end of the hall, one room remained illuminated. Of course, she would still be there too.

Poking her head around the doorway Sidney looked in at Blu, her eyes narrowing as she looked for any sign to warn her of the Commander's mood. Trying not to linger too long she drug her knuckles on the door letting out a soft knock before clearing her throat.

"Here is the simulation data for this week. I highlighted and noted areas I thought needed your attention first." Sidney then reached into her pocket, pulling out the small device to set on the edge of Blu's desk.

In Sidney's mind the moment she handed off the data she was officially clocked out for the day. Her body language immediately changing, her shoulders more lax as she sunk into a chair in front of Blu's desk. Again she found herself eyeing the woman, attempting to gauge what kind of mood she would be dealing with today. It wasn't that she thought Blu was mean by any means. She was more worried about how down she would be feeling. What had happened to her was a tragedy, to say the least, and Sidney wished she could just take all the pain Blu was probably feeling away. It was unimaginable the horror she had gone through.

"I think we are the only ones left tonight..." Sidney attempted to spark a conversation, now watching Blu out of the corner of her eye as she typed up a message on her Com.

Quote
To Schuyler: Heading out for the day now. How was your day? Weekend plans? Gonna ask her again tonight. Wish me luck!  XP
-xoxo Sid

Just like most nights Sid planned to ask her to join her for dinner but usually that ended with a no. Almost everytime she was shot down since the incident and Sidney was preparing herself for the same fight with all the reasons she should go.

"Maybe we could grab dinner and coffee or something?"  The end of her sentence sounding less confident than the beginning. Which excuse would it be tonight? Too tired, too much work to do, not hungry? She had heard them all before and prepared for another just like them.


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Welcome to Blink's Victims!

Aedolis: (All of them but poor Dez)

Aspen Brookes – 19 – Younger Sister to the ever boisterous and annoying Havanah Brookes. Lives for Pizza and her music. Seeker – Margad.  SINGLE

Havanah Brookes – 26 – Loves Notepad, her ferrets, whipped cream, and her loving fiance' Alec. Enjoys having coffee and shopping for underwear with her friends! Inquisitor – Haviah Havvy<3Alec

Sparrow Anderson – 28 – Once dumped coffee on a Solartan Valkyrie because she hated his face. Very opinionated and sassy but deep down is not all the awful. Fire department automatically alerted the moment her oven is switched on. Hellion - Adstreia SINGLE
      Pixie Anderson - 1 - Official squad dog of Adstreia Hellions and service dog to Sparrow.

Orion Weaver – 33- The guy no one hears from until he has something to say. Stays out of most everyone's lives (because I don't know what to do with him). Enjoys long walks to the grocery store to check out their discounted sunglasses. PR – Adstreia SINGLE

Tamia Rhianu – 21 – BUTTERFLIES! GLITTER! GIANT BUGS! OMG SO CUTE! AWOOOOOO!!!!!! Valkyrie - Solarta Mia<3Evan

Jasmine Harte – 18 – Soft spoken. I mean literally you cannot hear her talk because she is mute. Overall happy, go lucky. Totally not responsible for the railcar poison they call food. >.> Stage 4 Candy - ATC Jasmine<3Liam

Sidney Dawson – 33 – Thinks that cutting people open is awesome! Loves yoga, smoothies, and driving her squad-mates crazy with healthy stuff. Angel - Amristah Sidney<3Schuyler (pre-plotted breakup coming soon)

Seriah Weiss – 29 – Good listener, the perfect drinking buddy. (Not quite sure what else yet because she's new). Raven – Ryun SINGLE


IN SPACE WITH KIRKLEY'S HAREM:

Dez Farley – 26 – Just sitting back eating her cheese balls. Enjoys getting crumbs on Kirkley's things and staring at people uncomfortably. -Space SINGLE

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Aedolis Characters / Seriah Weiss, Pilot Echo of Ryun Ravens
« on: June 20, 2018, 12:19:59 am »
__________________QUICK STATS
Name: Seriah Weiss aka: Sari
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Ethnicity: Aedolian
Height: 5ft 9in
Occupation: Pilot Echo in Ryun Ravens
Residence:Ryun

__________________IN-DEPTH STUFF

The Reflection:


Arts by Meee! <3

Hailing from a long line of Aedolian blood Sari's appearance carries all of the typical attributes of her ancestors before her. Piercing peridot eyes sit above her soft cheekbones and nose. Long strands of her sable hair usually pulled up exposing her copper-toned neck and shoulders. Sari bears a scar on her left cheekbone that runs clear to the tip of her ear, splitting is just slightly. Due to the physical demands required of most pilots, Sari has a lean build from head to toe. In her downtime, Sari prefers the typical attire that any other civilian can be found in.

It Gets Better, Doesn't It?:

Years ago Sari was known for being the cold one. Usually keeping to herself and focusing only on whatever task she was about to take on. However, in time all wounds begin to heal and Sari is always trying. Now she can be found in the middle of any conversation if invited with a smile on her lips. She has learned to live with the hand she was dealt in life and to this day is still trying to make the best of it all. Most would say she is relatively easy to get along with for the simple fact she does not hold ill feelings for very long. Sari has lived her life trying to let go of the bad in her past in order to create a brighter future. Though she may not have found every answer to life or learned every lesson to be offered, she is always trying.

Even with her optimistic mentality, not every pain inflicted in Sari's life has completely disappeared. Sari holds herself to a certain standard when it comes to her duties and will tear herself down if she feels she didn't give satisfactory results. Sari is her own biggest critic, failure NEVER being an option. Almost like another person Sari is all about the assignment until it is completed. While some may see this as a disadvantage, Aedolis has profited off of Sari's turmoil. She is the ideal teammate, always running through scenarios and outcomes that would be most favorable to her squad. Sari is also always open to criticism, taking every tactical suggestion and critique with grace. She understands the importance of ability and would happily allow a squad-mate to take the point if they are simply a better fit. Everything is about a successful result... everything.

Likes and Dislikes:
WIP

Psionics:

Adrenokinesis – Sari holds the unique ability to directly control the adrenaline output in her system. Through years of vigorous training, she has honed her skill to be able to increase her reaction times and speed to almost unheard of rates. While in effect Sari's pain threshold is at least tripled and she becomes much more sensitive to everything transpiring around her. This, however, does not come without serious consequences. The longer Sari uses this ability the more strain it puts on her cardiovascular system and muscles from micro-tears. To help counteract some of these drawbacks Sari always carries the proper tranquilizers to slow her heart rate if needed not only from her increased heart rate but also the onslaught of pain to follow from acquired injuries.

Relationships:

WIP

Dragon:
Name - Zarien
Description- WIP

History:

The Weiss family goes back as far as some other Aedolian families. While not known for their wealth or power they are known for their ruthless tradition of bloodline standards. Every generation is subjected to a constant competition, always pitting family against family in an attempt to see who is worthy of the family name. With each generation, there is only one who earns their families support.

Seriah was no different, subjected to years of competitions and tests set in place by her family beginning at the age of 5. If you failed, you were shamed. It all came to a peak just before Seriah's first year of candidacy at 13. It had come down to herself and her cousin, both due to leave for the ATC within a week. Only one would enter with her families support and recognition. The other to be disgraced and doomed to live a life of serving the will of not only Aedolis but the Weiss family as well. Unfortunately, Seriah did not prevail.

After her last 'test' Seriah 'earned' her mark, a scar stretching from her left cheekbone up to her ear. She did not subject herself to extraordinary measures to treat the scar, nor does she try to cover it up. It is her mark, the mark of failure that she chooses to bare for the rest of her life.

At the start of her candidacy, Sari was a cold and shut off child. Even though disgraced she still put all of her energy into getting through candidacy with high marks. It wasn't until friends wedged their way in that Sari began to realize life wasn't always about who was the best. She even managed to have a relationship with a fellow candidate but unfortunately after their families caught wind the two were forced apart. Who wants their child with another disgraced by their own family anyway? It took some time but Seriah moved on, replacing the feelings she felt with friendship down the road.

After graduation Seriah was pulled into the Ryun Ravens where she has lived ever since.


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Communication / To Pilot Royal Volk, From Pilot Echo Anderson
« on: May 18, 2018, 11:55:50 am »
Pilot Royal Gregor Volk,
   First and foremost I want to apologize for my reaction to the image you sent me. You have to understand that my entire life I have believed my biological parents were either dead or just living their lives somewhere without me. Imagine my shock when I'm sent a picture of a woman who I had to double take at. My heart dropped and instincts took over of how impossible all of this is. I gave up wondering where I really came from a long time ago and was at peace with my decision of embracing my peers as my new family.
   That being said I also want to stress how brave I think you are for reaching out to me the way you did. However, I feel it could have been handled a little more discreetly. While I may look strikingly similar to the woman in that picture named 'Nadine', it means nothing. I will, of course, require DNA testing before I fully believe any of this. Coincidences aside if all of this turns out to be a hunch gone wrong then we will both look and feel like fools. You for assuming things and me for allowing someone to sway my opinion on something I have believed to be a fact for a long time now.
   If I am in fact your child then we can take the appropriate steps to mend whatever it is you are searching for. While I am aware you knew nothing of my existence I must also stress that my life carried on. I have a mother, a kind woman who showed me that it's okay to let people in sometimes. I also have a father... a father that no one could ever replace. While neither of them is bound to me by blood they still sculpted me into the pilot I am today.
   If it turns out I am not your child well then, I hope you find them. I also hope you find a more private means to make them aware of your possible paternity.

Regards,
-Pilot Echo Sparrow Anderson of the Adstreia Hellions.

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The Rest of Aedolis / The Final Problem [Solarta One-Shot]
« on: May 09, 2018, 08:45:09 pm »
After this Mia was pretty sure she would never eat salt on anything again. Tears cried, dried, and then cried again left a residue on her cheeks and lips that was growing more unpleasant by the day. How many days had it been anyway? After a while everything seemed to mesh together, leaving Mia alone with her own thoughts. It was something she had already convinced herself that she should get used to anyway.

For all she knew Evan was dead; she knew it the moment he didn’t get off the rail yet couldn’t bring herself to act on it or to truly believe it. She had hope, the hope that any minute now he would be stepping off the train having missed it, and that all of this was just a big mess. Even after being here for a few hours she hoped he would come and that everyone would see she was right. If Yavul had just given her a little more time…
 
”Yavul…” a single thought that brought the salty waves of disappointment back.
 
He said she was fired, said he was getting her out of his city the first chance he got. It was his city, wasn’t it? She wasn’t a Valkyrie anymore; this wasn’t her home anymore. Evan was dead, Yavul hated her, she wasn’t a Valkyrie… almost everything most precious to Mia was gone in a matter of minutes. Pain and loss used to be something foreign to her. She had never known her mother to mourn her passing after all. Other than that Mia had it lucky, never losing anything that precious up until Violet. Even then, that pain was nothing compared to the emptiness she was feeling now. She wanted to say it hurt, but that would require feeling everything again. Maybe if she just turned it off like everyone else, maybe then she could go on? Was that even possible for her?
 
”Evan…” his name surfaced in the back of her mind at the thought of feeling nothing. Evan wouldn’t want that for her, but it would just be so much easier. It would be easier to feel nothing at all than to feel what was fighting just below the surface. It was a feeling that had coursed through her over and over, striking harder and harder with each new wave.
 
She couldn’t lie to herself like she had at the rail station anymore.
 
She just needed to know, she needed facts, data, something on paper putting everything together that was scattered all over the place in that moment. It had always helped before to write it all out with even the most miniscule tasks. Things like making cards: something for an occasion that referred to a date or event, or a gift: usually with a nickname just so she could remember the person attached to it, all of it had to be bright, colorful, sparkling so that it would stand out in her mind. Only once all the details were laid out in front of her, could she truly see the big picture.
 
Her eyes shifted to the package of crayons by the farthest wall. This is what she needed, pictures, something to get everything out of her head and in front of her to analyze. With the back of her hand Mia wiped away what she could from her cheeks before getting up, grabbing the package, and ripping it open. She had a medium and the canvas of the vast and empty walls of her prison. As she drew, everything came out; all the feelings and memories that had been violently assaulting her were repeatedly pouring out the tip of her crayon. She couldn’t say how long exactly she had been drawing and laying it all out. All Mia knew was that once she had started, she couldn’t stop until it was done, and, in the end, she was face to face with her innermost thoughts. There were memories, fond ones of Mia with her squad that were now just that… memories. After all of this there would be no more, Yavul said so himself. She was done. No more hide and seek. No more day to day activities at Valhalla. No more Valkyries.
 
She took a moment to reflect on what memories she did have and on all the fun things they had done together. From the very first day when Addie rescued her from the dog, before they even knew they were teammates, they were working together. Another was of when everyone came over to help put her table together. Raz had found her screwdriver and Alpaca had agreed that the table was better crooked. Or the day they all came over and one by one were victims of the glue-glitter apocalypse. Yet, despite that at the end of the day when they all were stuck, every single one of them had been laughing about it.
 
Mia felt another wave coming as she continued to reminisce. Her hair used to be so long, but she had cut it to throw off the scent for Nishi during hide and seek. Harley had had her Com, pretending to be her, though they all knew better after just a few minutes. She still felt so smart using the greenhouse to hide, the smell of flowers masking where she really was for the longest time. Even if they were nothing in comparison to the ones in Margad, it was still a great day. Every day was a great day for a while…
 
Another drawing of Mia’s memories was in Margad. Talbot, her Uncle Soba, used to play a similar game with her. In this game he always found her, not hard when she got distracted and always chose the same spots. She was much younger but even then, it was clear her love of flowers and the creatures that found solace within them were rooted deeply. She remembered how sweet the flower crates being sent out smelt. All those flowers packed together so that when you opened the lid even a smidge, you would get the most amazing assault on your senses.  Or the soil crates coming in, samples from all of the domes for more exotic floral experiments. Often there was a strange bug or two as a stowaway she could add to her collection, a poor creature pulled away from home that Mia had to save.
 
Then there were the sounds, the sensations just from walking through. The sprinklers kicking on and off, the subtle disturbance of a butterfly taking off or landing on a petal. The sound of the locusts in the late afternoon, calling out just before the dark. If only she could’ve had the chance to show Evan the flowers and creatures of Margad. She never even got a chance to introduce him to her dad. In fact, there was so much she never got to do with him, so much lost forever now.
 
Razzle, Evan… The Valkyries. All lost, gone forever in a day.
 
Taking a step back Mia looked at her creation as a whole, lips set in a firm line as she took it all in. Figures and flowers, all of them crossed out with a large red X. This was everything taken from her, the losses she would never reclaim. Then, set far away from all of the other drawings was a stick figure with short red hair. Mia knew what being fired meant. She knew she failed to follow orders, which was unacceptable for a Pilot.  It wouldn’t be long now before they shipped her off to The Citadel to be detained for even longer. Who knew, they would probably even poke and prod her like a candidate who just wasn’t cut out for the program. Who would save her? Yavul wouldn’t… he hated her now. Blu? Soba? No, it wasn’t worth the risk. She wouldn’t want them to anyway. All Mia wanted was to be a Valkyrie with her family and if she couldn’t have that then, well she didn’t want anything.
 
She took another step towards the wall, drawing another large red X between her own figure and the Valkyries, the connection that was gone forever now. This was going to be where her road ended and at least in this moment she had come to accept it. If it all ended, if everything just went away then she wouldn’t have to feel this way anymore. No more pain, no more regrets. Everything would just be… done.
 
“I’m sorry.” Mia dropped the crayon, letting it slip through her fingertips until there was nothing to hold onto at all. Another step forward as she lifted her hand, fingers extending to one of the stick figures with darker hair and white stripes (and people say the white crayon is useless! HA!). She truly was sorry for not listening. Mia knew all Yavul wanted was her to be safe and that she had directly put herself in harm's way for misplaced hope. She had betrayed him, ignored him, and made him focus on her rather than the fact that Razzle had also just gone missing. Not only that, but Mia also had become someone unrecognizable in those moments. She was no longer acting as part of a squad or a pilot but instead was being selfish. Mia was putting herself and everyone coming to her side in danger of sharing the same fate as Razzle and Evan.
 
Turning away, Mia closed her eyes, and slid down the wall until the space between herself and the floor was nonexistent. Another wave was coming, she could feel it as her stomach started to twist again. Her muscles tensed, preparing for the onslaught of emotion that was about to slam into her. The floodgates began to open and before she knew it Mia was grabbing at her knees trying to fight it. Evan was dead, Raz was dead… everyone was dead. Yavul hated her, Blu was mad at her, the Valkyries were ashamed of her. Who would want a Pilot like her around anyway?
 
“I don’t want to be dumb anymore,” she squeaked. “I don’t want to not understand anymore. I don’t want to annoy people anymore.” Her cries escalated as Mia began tearing herself down over and over again.
 
All of those other pilots were right for calling her out before. It was a shock she even made it through Candidacy and placed into a squad to begin with. They were right for calling her stupid, slow, and idiotic. She didn’t deserve to be in a squad, or to be a Pilot for that matter, because when it really mattered all she did was let them all down. How could someone trust a Pilot as stupid as her anyway? How could someone love a person like her?
 
Love… the word shot Mia in the chest, a through and through bullet-hole, that forced the convulsions to stop. Her body was so frozen, that she couldn’t even draw a breath while hanging onto the word. “Evan,” her lips barely parting with the name. That’s when the stabbing started all over again, piercing Mia’s heart time and time again until she was sure there was none left to destroy. After that everything came rushing in again and Mia found herself pulling at her knees once more.
 
“Awoooooooo….” One of the most pitiful, pathetic, and weak howls for help to ever be sang. Even more pathetic because she knew no one would answer. You have to be a Valkyrie for it to work…

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Adstreia / Don't Make it Personal [One-Shot]
« on: May 03, 2018, 11:03:18 pm »
"Don't make it personal... don't make it personal..."

A mantra repeated within her own mind as Havanah's leg shook in the chair. She had been down this road before, dealt with this panic in her chest before... but, this time it ran so much deeper. It wasn't watching horrific image after image of one of her closest friends being dangled in front of her this time. No, this time she was watching them drop like flies. Com's disconnected, Pilots not making it back to their rooms. All she had to go on was the pilot chat, not even able to access the most basic of information otherwise.

Even worse one of those pilots, a pilot who's com signal disappeared in the blink of an eye, had the same blood coursing through their veins as the woman shaking in her chair. She wasn't supposed to make it personal, but it's impossible when your family is involved. She didn't want to be angry, didn't want to lash out, but yet today she couldn't contain it anymore. Up until now, she thought she had been handling it the best she could, keeping her temper under control while waiting for some kind of news. Even after Lilo never checked back into their room, even after days of Aspen and Heather disconnect there was still silence. But then Sashi... poor Sashi. Something was happening to these pilots and Havanah was helpless.

Even if she were home in Haviah she couldn't help, knowing not even to ask because of her personal attachment to it and track record. Not to mention she had a job here in Adstreia, another missing pilot that had family waiting for his return. Everyone was already stretched so thin, she already had a case, she couldn't mess up again. She tried to focus on the stack of papers in front of her, information that needed to be filtered, categorized and logged. With her best effort, she mulled through them, random droplets staining the papers from time to time as she pressed on until she couldn't.

"Why did it have to be Aspen?" Havanah gripped her Com tight, her knuckles twitching from the pure pressure she hadn't realized she was exerting.

"Why Aspen?" This time out loud, a tear escaping clutched lids as she sank her head into her hands, knee still shaking.

She was supposed to protect her, guide her into the strong independent woman she always knew she could be. Her little sister, the child that was never given a chance until she came along. Havanah had always thought she was helping her, setting her on the right path, giving Aspen the freedom she never knew she deserved. But now all Havanah could think about was how Aspen wouldn't be missing if she were never a pilot. If she had never turned her in, never pushed her into the ATC... she wouldn't be gone.

The tears kept coming, flooding out as Havanah continued sinking into herself. Fingers forced into cream-colored locks as she began to fall apart at the seams.

"Stupid, Stupid, Stupid", sobs as Havanah finally let go, opening her mouth to scream with no success. If only it could be her instead, the one missing. Havanah had already lived a great life. She had made wonderful friends and already found a love that people dreamt of. Aspen never even had a real chance, and just when she did it was taken from her. She didn't even know if Aspen would ever get the chance again. For all Havanah knew Aspen had breathed her last breath days ago and she was just holding onto lost hope.

The very thought was sobering as Havanah struggled to catch her breath. Aspen couldn't be dead, she was still alive out there somewhere... she had to be. Sitting back up in her chair Havanah finally caught her breath, hands still shaky as her body recovered from the fit she had just put it through.

Pen met paper as she went back to work, sorting through the information in front of her with shaky hands. Someone was missing Grisham just as much as she was missing Aspen. She wasn't going to let them down, just as she hoped Soba wouldn't her. She had to give this her best, Grisham deserved at least that.

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Adstreia / No Donuts, No Shoes, No Service [One Shot]
« on: April 26, 2018, 12:50:46 am »
Most times Sparrow would dream of a view like tonight. The sky was clear, the stars visible through the top of the dome untouched by the filthy smog that usually blocked the view. Yet despite it she felt nothing but sorrow as her eyes scanned the galaxy spread out above her. The night was quiet, the dome streets at a seeming standstill due to the events that had transpired. Even just outside the flight bay was silent as everyone was inside, all the reinforcements called in with their faces buried in a stack of paperwork or glued to a screen. Perhaps she to should do the same, staring at screens hoping for some kind of a response. However, no matter how hard she tried Sparrow’s focus was elsewhere, locked in on the sky above as Pixie’s heart wrenching whines reverberated through her as he also looked above. All she could do was lean against her landed skid, sitting just outside under the stars. Pixie knew he was up there somewhere, even a dog able to gather that someone was missing and that he was up there… somewhere.

With each blink Sparrow found herself reliving it, running through every scenario that could have saved him if she had just acted quick enough. He was there, and then he wasn’t. They were a complete squad, and then they weren’t. All in the blink of an eye her world was turned upside down for what felt like the millionth time. It was her own fault, expecting life to stop dealing hard blows and that for once things would go as planned. For the second time she found herself screaming for him, reaching out for Grisham as he was carried away with her not knowing if he was going to live or die. The second time she watched the closest thing she ever had to a father ripped away by the hands of fate.

”There was an accident…”

Drawing in a deep breath Sparrow hissed, fighting back tears she had already cried a thousand times over as she relived her conversation in Solarta earlier that day. She was so angry with herself, so angry at Grisham, so angry at this fucked up world for taking from her time and time again. She wasn’t sure what was worse. There was this emptiness in her chest, yet it was familiar in the most painful way. But Yavul, the deafening silence she received when she broke the news hurt her far worse. Just looking into his eyes felt like someone was reaching into her own chest, ripping out the beating heart that kept her alive. She saw in those few moments what kind of lifeline Grisham was for him, and she had just told him he may never have that lifeline again.

”He was just fixing a tiny malfunction. He was supposed to be clear and then… it was like it came out of nowhere…”

”He… he’s gone and we don’t know where he is or if he’s even alive.”

”Yavul, I’m so sorry.” the only words that she could muster in the pen dropping silence that filled Yavul’s office after she broke the news. The sound unnervingly similar to how she felt after her crash. That silence of literal nothingness but your own breath, your own blood coursing through your veins.

And that silence resided with her the entire flight home. Even as the world continued to move around her all Sparrow heard was silence. Her own thoughts the only company she kept up until now. Even Vaas didn’t exist despite him being right there with her the whole time. Looking back over at Pixie another tear fell, running down past her chin to her neck. He was still whimpering, looking to the sky for the Hellion that never came back down. The Hellion who on any other occasion was the first to greet him.

“Pixie stop.” The massive black canine only looking at her for a brief moment before returning to staring at the sky, his chest jumping with each whimper as he cried for Grisham.

“I said stop Pixie” her voice sterner, shattering the silence of the night. “He’s gone! He’s gone and for all we know he’s de-…” She immediately stopped herself, unable to finish the statement as if saying it would make it truer. More tears dashed down her cheeks while Pixie went back to crying to the sky.

”Your veneer is cracking….” Grisham’s words resurfacing from a not so distant memory as she pulled her knees in, curling into the smallest form she could manage. “I’m only cracking because you keep fucking trying to die on me you old ass hat.” Her words mixed between sobs as she spoke to the man who wasn’t even there. The lack of reply only assuring her of his absence.

The reality that he really was gone started to hit. There was still so much she needed from him, so much she wanted to learn and in turn give. In a way she felt cheated, fucked over by life yet again. There was that chance of him missing so much, all the things that Sparrow had dreamt of sharing with him over the course of many years. She wanted him to see her love, to know that he was a big part in her happiness. She wanted him to walk her down the aisle, give her away to the life that he had guided her through. She wanted her future children to have it too, the man who was always there offering a hand when needed.  She wanted them to see how amazing of a person Grisham really was, to experience it just as she did. Was it greedy to want both Grisham and Seiteki there? She needed them both, yet it seemed like one was constantly being dangled in front of her by a string ready to be snatched away at any moment.

“Dammit!” more sobs as Sparrow tried to wipe them away as she tilted her chin to the sky. “You’re always fucking trying to be a hero or something! Why did it have to be you to fix it!? Why couldn’t it have been me!? Why didn’t you tell me to pay closer attention or something!?”

As she continued to yell rage began to take over, lifting Sparrow back on her feet as she kicked at whatever was unfortunate enough to be in her path. “You’re always being so fucking mystical and heroic! Well let me tell you ya’ old fuck, THIS IS NOT A LESSON I WANTED TO LEARN!”

“Yeah! You hear that!? I DIDN’T WANT TO LEARN HOW TO DEAL WITH YOU DYING!” she paused, her chest moving with angry breaths as balled fists fell to her sides. She continued to look above, as if somehow her screaming would reach him and he would hear every single word and respond… but nothing.

“Why… why did it have to be you…” Angry words began to fall, her voice breaking more and more with each curse coming from her lips. “Why are we not laughing around the table for a mission well done right now? Wanna know why? It’s because you had to go flying off into space…” Again silence as Sparrow’s front began to break. She had to gather herself, to put everything back together before she started falling apart all over again.

“Well let me tell you something Grisham Alberich! When I find you, you had better hope and prey I don’t kill you before Yavul does! You hear me!? Yeah you better be fucking scared!” And as if Grisham could see her from some distant telescope or something Sparrow reached down and grabbed the nearest thing, which happened to be one of Vaas’s wrenches, and she chucked it into the sky. “BE SCARED!”

Hell or high water she was going to help find him. He wasn't getting off that easy and god forbid she gave it less than her best in locating him.

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Adstreia / Full of Strength and Scars (OneShot)
« on: March 05, 2018, 11:03:33 pm »
A while ago, a time that seemed so distant now Aspen wasn't sure how she even remembered. A memory she thought had dissapeared with most from the beginning, a page from a book she thought long ago burned. She remembered sitting at the rail station, watching as people arrived and departed. The hustle and bustle as everyone just walked past her. All she wanted then was to be invisible, to evaporate into the space she felt like she wasted. Or maybe it was just that she wanted to feel something other than the lull of a life she was forced to live. Was it so different now? She was one of them this time, stepping off onto the platform just trying to get where she needed to go. This time she had somewhere to be, someone who wanted her there, people who noticed.

Even if it was only a day ago that she graduated Aspen found herself sorting through so many scenerios just like how she felt at the rail station. It was a sense of freedom, a sense of not being bound by her parents or the ATC's expectations anymore. She could feel the change within herself now more than ever as she looked at the view from the hotel balcony. There was no fear of what people thought of her anymore. When this change happened Aspen didn't want to admit. If asked she would say the ATC got it out of her and in a sense that was a partial truth. The real truth though lay in her hands, clutched like the lifeline that Aspen had made it into. Vaughan's music player, Aspen's fingers carefully grazing each button as she stared off into what was Adstreia. Even if she didn't know him all that well she knew she had to remember him... she would always remember what they did to him.

A soft buzz before Aspen reached into her pocket, pulling out the new Com she had been issued.

"From Pilot Echo Brookes: - WHERE ARE YOU AND WHY DIDN'T YOU COME TO MY APARTMENT!?!?!?!?!?!?!? ARE YOU OKAY!!!!!!!?????"

Rolling her eyes at this point had become almost impulsive. Havanah's overbearing nature was beginning to become too much. It wasn't that Aspen didn't love her sister, or that she didn't want to see her. It was more that Aspen wanted her week of freedom, not only from the ATC and her new assingment, but also her sister. Leaving without even telling her she had graduated was the only option she had, every runaway needs a headstart.

"Death is iminent. The benches in Margad got me too soon. It was a short life... you can have my toothbrush." Sent.

It would be a lie to say her own response didn't cause a flash of a smile to cross her lips, so short lived by the several buzzes that followed it. There was no time to argue with Havanah now and so Aspen set her Com on the ledge, watching it illuminate with each message and missed call she would read another time. With knees pulled into her stomach, the neck of her sweater covering her nose, she had somehow managed to make herself quite comfortable in the little metal chair. Aspen was sure if it were possible get the hotel bed out onto the tiny balcony she would try. Then again something about being balled up like this had always been comforting to her in the past, and it seemed that it still was now.

Another thought crossed Aspen's mind as she readjusted, releiving the pressure of the metal chair in some places. She was curious how Viktor and Soleas felt being free like this. Did they do the same thing? Did they feel what she was feeling now? Aspen gripped the music player again, narrowing her eyes at the idea. Vaughan never got the chance to feel like this.

Hours passed as Aspen continued to hold the music player, her thoughts running back and forth as she tried to sort out how she felt about all of this. There was however one question she was determined to find the answer to...

Did anyone deliver pizza this late?

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Yule.
A time that most families come together in celebration. They all sit around and share stories of their pasts and laugh about the mistakes they made along the way. Part of Aspen wished she could've had the chance to experience what Yule was really like sooner. Already, despite her sister's engagement, Aspen had lived more on this single holiday than she ever had. All the ups and downs and feelings still whirling around in her gut yet Aspen was still determined to have a good day. Some gifts were already exchanged and now she found herself glancing at the package on her desk before leaving for Tink's get together downstairs.

"I'll be back later..." a farewell to the roommate who had secluded herself in the bathroom.

As the door shut behind her Aspen placed an earbud in each lobe, scrolling through her playlist before landing on an accompanment she had been working on. The notes were all there, each keystroke playing its way into her mind as she chewed on the words forming in her head. She knew what she wanted it to say, she knew what word each note stood for yet she hadn't written them down. She didn't need to.

"So far away, but still so near. The lights come on, the music dies. But you don't see me standing he-.." The soft tone of Aspen's voice cut off as her foot caught something on the floor, causing it to ricochet a few feet in front of her.

It was a small silver box, familiar to the very one Aspen was just humming to in her pocket. A music player, one easily hooked up and recorded on... just like hers. A few more steps before she knelt down, placing hands on her knees as she examined the foreign instrument. If it wasn't hers then who could it belong to? Or better question, why would they leave it laying out so carelessly? Aspen's own was almost just as precious as her diary, so why leave it laying here?

A trap...

Aspen jumped up, looking over her shoulder and all around only to find herself standing alone. Okay so maybe it wasn't a trap, maybe someone really had just misplaced it. It was only right to find who it belonged to then wasn't it?

Slowly she knelt back down, pulling out her own player to place it on pause as she unhooked the earbuds. With a soft 'snap' she fit hers into the other, scrolling through the songs only to add confusion to the whole ordeal. 'Aspen', a song with her name. Tilting her head she couldn't help but hit play and before she knew it an all too familiar tune was roaring in her ears.

Aspen.

Pizza lovin' Aspen
How do you get to love it so much
when it's just crust and tomatos and cheese
Ooooh, Aspen
Secretly, deep down, we know pizza loves you too
because you had to make this date
to get some inside you.
Pizzaaaaa, Pizza lovin' Aspen"


Immediately she flushed red, shooting back up and looking over her shoulder for Vaughan. This was his player, it had to be. No one else would have it, at least not in this format. She remembered the first time she ever heard it, how she was back then. A sliver of a smile appearing as Aspen made a note to herself to truly thank him for it one day, something she had never done.

Aspen took a small detour before heading to Tink's get together as she took a right instead of a left, continuing down the Stage 4 hall before finding herself coming up on Vaughan's door. Quickly she placed it on the floor before knocking, then booking it down the hall to hide in the gap of another doorway. No way in hell was she going to let him know she was the one who found it.

Moments passed with no movement. Peering back into the hallway Aspen walked back to his door, knocking on it much harder this time before running once more for the solace of the other doorway. Again nothing as Aspen waited, and waited... and waited.

Another try as she stepped out, this time picking up the music player and knocking again.
Nothing.

Okay so maybe she would just set it on his bed? He clearly wasn't in there, or he was passed out, or... Aspen flushed red again. It was obvious her mind jumped to the gutter pretty quickly on that one. She paused and listened, waiting to hear anything on the other side of that door.
Again nothing.

With a deep breath, Aspen pressed against the handle and to her surpise the door 'clicked' open. No wonder his music player was laying in the hallway. Leaving your door unlocked like this was just asking for trouble. Anyone could easily come in and swipe your stuff this way. With a gentle push the door opened and Aspen felt the breath leave her body before her brain could even process what she saw.

Nothing.

His room was empty, no sign of anyone or anything that signified someone lived there. There was nothing on the desk, the sheets on the bed folded up for the next candidate to make their own. There was no guitar, no sheets of music, no books... nothing. It was almost like he was never even here, just an eerie presence that was missing from the space it belonged in.

Clutching the player Aspen was overcome with an all too familiar feeling. She couldnt' breathe, everything around her was closing in and she couldn't move. Her mind was frozen, her muscles tensing with each passing second while her mind held her prisoner to the panic attack coursing it's way over her. Vaughan was gone, and not like moved on gone, but gone gone....TRIM'd gone. It was the only explanation and suddenly Aspen was gripping the only peice of him that was left in her tensing hands.

"Vaughan..." she choked, the weight of her legs giving out as her knees crashed into the floor, her fingers wrapping even tighter around the player. Aspen felt remorse for the candidate she barely knew, the realization that this could have easily been any one of them dawning on her.

Kneeling in his doorway Aspen sat, the panic attack slowly fading and freeing her muscles from the hell it always entrapped them in after a few minutes. The moment she had control of her legs she was up again, bolting down the hall as fast as she could back to her room. She wasn't going to Tink's party tonight, she wasn't going to ruin Yule for them too.

Back in her room Aspen pushed open the bathroom door and took a place next to Heather, still holding the music player to her chest as she let the cool tile seep through the back of her uniform.

"The hot cocoa wasn't for yule..." the only words Aspen muttered as she stared at the ceiling above them.



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Communication / To Pilot Echo Evans from Pilot Cardinal Rhianu
« on: December 19, 2017, 05:39:47 pm »

Evan,
   Hey! So you really haven't been back to see if they put up more mistletoe?! I bet they have. They even started putting them up here! What are you up to?

-Mia

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Aedolis Characters / Jasmine Harte, Stage 4 Candidate WIP
« on: December 05, 2017, 02:47:12 pm »
__________________QUICK STATS
Name: Jasmine Harte
Age:18
Gender:Female
Species:Human
Ethnicity: Aedolian
Height:5ft 9in
Occupation: Stage 4 Candidate
Residence: ATC

__________________IN-DEPTH STUFF

Physical Description:

   Im too lazy to type this out right now so just look at the picture lol.

Personality:
   While silent when it comes to words Jasmine is one of the most expressive people you will ever meet. It is quite easy for her to show what she is feeling simply by looking at her facial expressions, not to mention the always present energy of whatever she is feeling radiating off of her.

   Despite being a mute those who know Jasmine personally could easily say she is quite headstrong. She never fails to let someone know how she truly feels whether it be by projecting those feelings or simply reaching out via Telepathy.

   A great way to get on her bad side would be treating her like an entitled brat. Although born and raised in the upper caste, Jasmine does not see herself as better than anyone else and will be quick to remind you of that should she have to.

Fun Facts:
-Just in case you missed it, Jasmine is mute! Born without the ability to speak Jasmine has never uttered a single word. She is also not capable of laughter, wailing or screaming. Her most common means of communication are by either Facial Expressions, Telepathy, Sign Language, or Empathy.
-The Harte family owns and runs the Harte Corporation. They are most commonly known for their ties with the Aedolian Military as a subcontracted company in charge of the railway systems. Yes, this means they make the majority of decisions including travel schedules, rail maintenance/expansions, AND THE FOOD.
-Jasmine is the second in line to the Harte empire. Her older brother currently is training to take over some day.

Magic/Abilities:
Telepathy- A master at reaching out to others via Telepathy. Her range is impressive, to say the least and also hard to ignore. If Jasmine wants you to hear what she is thinking... chances are you're going to hear it.
Telekinetic- Absolutely awful. Just a sad excuse for a candidate when it comes to moving objects.
Empathy- Another psionic Jasmine is quite proficient with. Along with Telepathy Jasmine uses Empathy on a regular basis in order to allow others to know what she is feeling. It comes as second nature to her to the point she hardly even has to think about what she's doing when projecting it.

Relationships:
Mother, Father, and Brother - All alive and well.

History:
   Born in the heart of Haviah, Jasmine has lived there her entire life. Unfortunately, with her birth and the lack of making any noise when crying, Jasmine's parents quickly realized their daughter was born a mute. A harmless birth defect to her vocal cords making it impossible for Jasmine to ever utter a single word.
   Growing up without a voice in the public eye was never easy on Jasmine. Most citizens perceive her as a stuck-up snob not only because of her family name but also because she has never spoken a single word when asked a question. It is not public knowledge that Jasmine cannot speak, her parent's not seeing it as something that should be shared for the world to know.
   Jasmine is also the first psychic in her family, though it was known at a young age Jasmine was an empath. Around age 4 Jasmine's parents began to notice first that when Jasmine was upset, they felt upset. As time went on it became clearer and clearer that the silent little girl was projecting her emotions onto others. Fast forwards a few more years and Jasmine had already mastered how to reach out to others via Telepathy or Empathy along with sign language.

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The Rest of Aedolis / Dreamin' Of Rainbows[Goblin!]
« on: November 28, 2017, 08:37:28 pm »
Another day placed behind her as Mia sat at the table for two. Another day of teamwork and sims. Another day of smiling, laughing, and joking. Another day of going back to an empty apartment. Another day of silence...

Looking at her Com Mia almost regretted going in early, because then she left early. Nishi was still there and so that meant hovering over her best friend's shoulder was a bust for at least a few more hours. She had already taken her sweet time changing out of her pilot suit into the usual shorts and tank, there really wasn't much more she could do at Valhalla besides linger. It was no better when she thought of going home, it was too quiet there. Everyone was living their own lives, everyone had someone... no one needed her.

The chair across from her seemed to mock her from beyond the menu. Despite how much she tried to ignore it the fact that she was sitting alone was rubbing her the wrong way. Why didn't she take a seat at the bar like usual? It was too late now, she knew if she got up and went over it would be too obvious.

With a heavy sigh, Mia flipped the menu over, pretending to read it even though she had her mind made up of what she would order before she had even arrived. Eventually, even that became boring and she found herself scrolling through the saved pictures in her Com. Slowly a smile began to form as pictures of her squadmates flipped past the screen. She even managed to giggle at one in particular of her and Nishi posing for a selfie with glitter all over their faces. Another she managed to sneak in of Yavul balancing a pen between his nose and mouth during a meeting today.

Yep, sending that one to Grisham.
Sent


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The Rest of Aedolis / Evett's Regrets [Super Tragic Violet Wake Thread]
« on: November 21, 2017, 09:55:42 pm »
[OOC: Open to anyone who would have come to the ceremony at the greenhouse that morning. Thread takes place afterward at The Third Wind (bar with mechanical scorpion.)]

During the ceremony Mia couldn't help but feel like she was back at home, the warm sweet air clinging to her skin as she stood in silence in the greenhouse as the ceremony took place. The past few days had been almost a blur, only certain moments really standing out among the countless hugs and sympathies she had received. One thing she knew for sure being that everyone had stepped up and been there for her regardless of how silly this may have all seemed.

Mia knew Violet was just an insect to some people, nothing more than a silly bug that belonged to a silly girl. Yet despite that, the love and support she had received had shown her how much of a family she actually had here in Solarta. No one questioned it or blamed her for feeling as broken as she had about it. In some ways, Violet's passing had opened Tamia's eyes to more than just what death was like.

So now as she stood inside Third Wind, Mia stared at the mechanical scorpion in the middle of the room. Violet wasn't one completely, yet the machine brought some form of heaviness about her. It was clear from the ebony attire that adorned the normally bright and cheery girl that this 'silly' event had affected Mia more than she was letting on. She had tried to go back to smiling, even her usual crazy antics back in play as she attempted to touch the butt of every pilot in Solarta the day before. Yet still, at the end of the day, she found herself crying over all of it.

Azure and Emerald broken eyes remained locked on the metal contraption for a few more moments before she finally managed to rip them away, a deep breath released she hadn't realized she had been holding. This was really it, it was finally all over. Violet had been laid to rest and now she had to go on. She had to find a way to live with the fact she would never see or hold her again.

Another deep draw of breath as Mia wrapped her arms around herself, holding in whatever feelings she felt were about to spill out all over again as she slapped the smile back on her face.

"Gotta do this..."

Unwrapping herself Mia walked towards the bar, pushing one of the stools a little closer before using it as a step to stand atop the counter.

"Ahem!" Mia cleared her throat while she clapped her hands together.

"I just want to thank you all for coming today. Violet would have been so happy to see the love and support you have all shown today. I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for coming." Mia cleared her throat again and let a small awkward silence break up her speech.

"So as special thanks, all drinks are on me today. Have fun and cherish the people standing around you. You never know when your time with them could be cut short." And with that Mia looked at Evett and winked. Yep, free drinks for life was sounding pretty good right about now.

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Advanced Training Complex / Slowly Fading From the Misery [Goblin!]
« on: November 20, 2017, 05:02:27 pm »
It had never really occurred to Aspen how little she owned until she first arrived at the ATC. With nothing more than a bag full of clothes, Aspen remembered moving into her very first room. Even when she tested up to Stage 3 not much more had changed other than the fact that Havanah had gotten her a smaller sized keyboard. But now as she stuffed the last bit of her clothes in a bag Aspen realized she had so much more.

The 'My Little Donkey' figurines, the substantially grown lyric book, little knick knacks here and there that she had acquired from the experiences she never thought she would have. All of it obtained through finally reaching out to others. Aspen had always assumed she would achieve little in her lifetime, yet already she felt she had so much.

The next floor, the next stage... the next adventure. Who knew she would ever make it this far? Who knew what else she had to learn here?

Rounding the last corner in what seemed like an endless hallway Aspen passed a few rooms she had come to know in her time here. Beyond the doors lay memories that would stay with her for a lifetime, some deeper than others. It wasn't until she took a double take at her Com that Aspen realized what room she had actually been assigned to. In the last seconds Aspen dropped her bag just outside the door, standing in fear as her chip activated the door and caused it to open.

"Suprise?" A less than confident declaration to her new roommate as Aspen's ability flicked in an out.

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The Rest of Aedolis / This Little Light of Mine. [One Shot]
« on: November 19, 2017, 05:51:33 pm »
Another day, another chance for Mia to bring her own light into the world. So far hadn't been so bad. An afternoon spent with Nishi and Hugh, preparing soup for Harley who had been sick. An afternoon full of laughter and jokes, every bit of heart she could possibly muster poured into the bowl they sent to her comrade. Every day regardless of the task and attempt to shine even the tiniest fraction of light on the world around her. Every step taken and word spoken given the spark and opportunity to brighten someone's day.

That was what it was all about anyway. Refusing to live a day where she brought someone down. Instead, it was more important to lift them up, help them see that even the smallest candlelight could illuminate the darkest corner. And while some may resist that light, Mia always offered it.

But at the end of every day, when all was said and done, that flame would flicker, the light behind her own eyes would struggle to stay alive.

The sound of a click behind her, that reassuring sound that she was indeed alone again gave signal she could let it fall. If only for a moment Mia could let her smile falter as she stood in the solace of her own apartment. The silence within the walls a reminder of how alone she truly was here. Everyone else probably either snuggled up or talking to someone in one way or another.

Fingers fumbling through Harley's pockets she eventually let them curl around her Com. Bringing it out she clicked it on only to see the time flashing across the screen, nothing more... nothing less. In a few steps she had the pants off and folded before carefully escorting them to the designated place under her bed with her collection. A hint of a smile crossing her lips as she ran her hand over the box, pressing her palm firmly against the top before sliding it back under.

"Harley is feeling better..." an exclamation in an empty apartment as Mia made her way back towards the living room. "We all got together and made him some soup. He hasn't eaten anything other than crackers so I thought it would be a good idea to make him something special." A light laugh rang past her lips as she bent down in front of the miniature refrigerator Vander had given her.

"Speaking of hungry, I bet you're starving!"

Beyond the sticker-covered door was various containers containing insects for Violet to eat.

"Do you want crickets or centipedes?" A brief moment of silence before Mia answered herself. "Oh right, centipedes are your favorite."

Closing the door Mia set the container on her slightly sloped table as she then began foraging through her own cabinets for food. "I'm sorry I left you at home all day again. I promise next weekend when we are in Margad I will take you everywhere! I know how much you love the flowers and bugs there."

Another pause as Mia stared at a box of noodles.  "... I miss Margad too sometimes."

"But think of all the fun we are having here. We have friends and a great squad. Plus we have each other. As long as we have that then we will both have a little piece of Margad with us won't we?" Another smile as Mia pulled down the box of noodles and began setting up a pan to boil them in.

"We can never be alone as long as we have each other Violet." Once the pot was set up Mia made her way towards Violet's tank, the container of centipedes in hand.

"Violet?"

The flame flickered, suffocated... extinguished.

Mia had been fortunate enough in life to never really experience death firsthand. Her mother died before she even knew what a mother was. From time to time she wondered what it would be like to have one, but overall you can't miss something you never had. She never knew the gut-twisting feeling that was bringing her to her knees now. She never knew that instant awareness that you would never be able to speak to someone again. As if in an instant Mia's entire world seemed a whole lot smaller.

Holding Violet's form in her hands Mia curled them against her chest, her eyes burning as she tried to remember how to breathe. She just wanted to hold her as close to her heart as she could. She already longed for the feeling of tiny pinchers touching her neck, that feeling of something... anything... needing her as badly as she needed it.

"You can't leave me..." a whisper pushing past the lump in her throat. "... We were supposed to be in this together."

With her pinky, Mia tried to move one of Violet's long pinchers only to have it resist with the stiffness already beginning to set in. "Violet come back...." her voice now a squeak among mice. "Please come back..."

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Aedolis Characters / Pilot Echo Sidney Dawson WIP WIP WIP WIP WIP
« on: October 25, 2017, 08:12:58 pm »
WIP WIP WIP WIP WIP WIP WIP


__________________QUICK STATS
Name: Sidney Dawson (Aka: Sid)
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Height: 5ft 9in
Occupation: Assistant Squad Leader, Amristah Angels
Residence: Amristah

__________________IN-DEPTH STUFF

Physical Description:


Art by Meeeee <3

Just look at the picture. I'm still too lazy to type this up.
-Dark Skin
-Golden Eyes
-Dark Brown/Black loosely curled hair

Personality:
Sydney is, for the most part, a very calm and collected individual. She is not easily goaded and an easy conversationalist. However, she also won't hesitate to tell someone to cut the shit when need be. She often likes to give people the benefit of the doubt but is also capable of holding a grudge that could last a lifetime should someone betray her trust.

A fan of yoga and kickboxing, Sydney has no problem giving advice on how to live a healthier lifestyle but also isn't the type to shove her beliefs down someone's throat. Just don't expect her to sit back silently while someone blows a puff of smoke in her face or go on about their drinking benders every night. Should also note that Sydney is indeed... a vegan.

Sydney is also an adrenaline junkie. She loves the thought of living on the edge and taking advantage of every adventure presented to her. As a philanthropist, she likes to travel and spend a lot of her time in the lower castes promoting good welfare to unfortunate families who cannot afford health care all over Aedolis. This goes in line with her adrenaline seeking ways as you never know what kind of situations you could run into. Sydney also finds many budding psychics by doing this before their 13-year-old screenings.

Magic/Abilities:
Telepathy and Telekinesis: Proficient enough with both
Hemokinesis: Can control and manipulate blood on herself or others.
   Specializes in Haemo-Piezokinesis: Can control the blood flow of herself and others, allowing her to increase and decrease blood pressure, prevent heart attacks, stop external bleeding, or supply efficient blood flow to a damaged organ.

Weak Cryokinesis: Can generate only in her hands, useful for only medicinal purposes. Can freeze molecules, renew damaged cells to an extent, reduce swelling, etc. Also, keeps her gluten-free nonfat smoothies cool all day long!

Relationships:
WIP

[b:]Dragon:[/b]
WIP
History:
   Born and raised in Haviah by an upper caste family Sydney never wanted anything. She had great parents, who were great pilots. Her father a Cyro and mother a Hemokinetic both worked as independent CO's for all of Aedolis. Unfortunately, while Syndey was only 17 years old and still a Candidate both of her parent's were killed in the war from injuries sustained on the battlefront.
   
   After Candyland Sydney landed a job at DoSaM helping to aid her fellow pilots.

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