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where'd you rise? - Aedion - 03-04-2019 It is dark when he emerges, dark when he goes anywhere. He has taken Isla’s warning to heart, afraid deep down to find out what might happen should he try to go out during the day. But he hasn’t seen Isla, he has heard rumors of her departure from the world, and somewhere deep down in a place where he wasn’t certain he had feelings pertaining to this place, he realizes he’s angry at it. Angry that someone — no, the only person he’s met here — has already departed the world. He struggles with it for a bit, but realizes he can’t stay in the Infirmary or the Rathskeller for the rest of his hideous life in this world. So he ventures out, steel hued eyes glancing from place to place, from rubble to rubble of the effects of Longnight. And with a heavy sigh does he find himself in the Underground, aimlessly wandering until he comes across something of interest. A cave system of sorts that intrigues him immensely. But he’s wary, uncertain of what lingers in the dark after Longnight. And while Isla’s words linger in the back of his mind (not-quite-human, but better, stronger, human but better) Aedion finds he doesn’t want to find out how much better they are. So he sits in front of the cave entrance, wondering if maybe he should try to find the voice, whomever it was that Isla was planning on taking him to, and if here was a good place to start. But he doesn’t know what hides in the dark, in places people shouldn’t go at night. He knows little of this place, and even little about himself since he’s quite literally fallen into. Maybe some kind of terrible bloody ritual takes place in the Underground at night? He finds that he’s still sluggish, but healed from his fall. The clothes he wears are still torn slightly on the arm, but he hasn’t found the need to find different clothes yet. These ones work fine, and he tells himself that he is a creature of habit. He runs a hand through his hair and waits for something — anything to happen. RE: where'd you rise? - Wessex - 03-04-2019
RE: where'd you rise? - Aedion - 03-08-2019 He can tell, a split second before he sees her, that he’s not alone. His head shifts toward her, hair falling across his face with the movement as he surveys her with his steel-hued gaze. She isn’t trying to hide herself, and he notes the air of confidence that seems to waft off of her. As she steps outside toward him, he notices her gaze – almost predatory that he can relate to, only he hasn’t figured out just how in this form to do it. And he listens to her voice as it drifts to him, speaking of a lady and about how he quote on quote “looks like shit”. He offers a small gruff chuckle in response and a small shake of his head. “Someone was going to take me to her, I think. But she, uh, died I guess.” He offers a bit unhelpfully, his shoulders raising in a quiet shrug. “I arrived just before Longnight and this is really the first time I’ve left so any direction you might have would be helpful.” His head turns from her to look toward the tunnels again, raising an eyebrow before placing a hand on his knee and pushing himself up. He sighs quietly to himself, feeling like garbage as well as looking like it. He doesn’t know where to start, and he had hoped that someone might be able to show him the way. He wasn’t much of the adventuring sort, mostly kept to himself the most he could. He wiped his hands together to rid them of any dirt before he glances once more to the tunnels and turns his head back to RE: where'd you rise? - Wessex - 03-14-2019
RE: where'd you rise? - Aedion - 03-17-2019 Her tone changes ever so slightly and something within Aedion brims with thankfulness. He realizes that he hasn’t pegged himself a threat to her, and as he looks at her as she speaks of him being new, he knows that she is someone he doesn’t want to fuck with. Unless he feels the need to have his ass handed to him. But she’s right, he looks like shit and he feels like it too, but he had absolutely no idea where to go from there to help himself. He feels sluggish and tired, exhausted physically and mentally, and he’s not sure what would happen to him if he remained in that state. Standing, he brushes off the dirt and debris that had collected on his rough worn pants and makes way to follow her. She seems like him, but far better, and he wonders if she is the machine that Isla had said when she said they were better than humans. She looks like the perfect weapon, someone that Aedion wants to know and keep on his good side. She mentions that she’ll take him there and he breaths a quiet sigh of relief. “That is one better.” He says with a deep and rough chuckle, but follows her nonetheless — still mostly unaware of what he is now and where that puts him in this strange land. He follows her as she makes her way through the tunnels as though she’s done it a million times before, and he uses the better sight he’s been gifted to try and mark it to remember how to get there for future reference. Perhaps then he won’t be as useless as he feels now. It took him what seemed like forever just to get down here in the first place. But then Wessex introduces herself and he memorizes her name like he did Isla. Then she asks who was the one to take him here and he lifts his head a bit to stare down the tunnels they walk. “I’m Aedion.” He says at first, pausing before continuing. “Isla the woman at the infirmary. She found me when I came here, literally fell into a statue and thought I was dead.” He says with another quiet and deep chuckle. “She helped me figure out how to read my… systems I guess they’re called.” He offers, shrugging again but not knowing if she could see it. “Then Longnight came and she didn’t come back, I heard about her in the Rathskeller after it all.” He says eventually. “She tried to explain what we, err, I am? It’s nothing like what I was back home and I still don’t really understand if I’m being honest.” And he is being honest, he has no clue what the change had done to him. He didn’t even know which questions to ask. RE: where'd you rise? - Wessex - 03-19-2019
RE: where'd you rise? - Aedion - 03-19-2019 He listens as she repeats the name, and continues to speak of being only a few seasons old. She questions if he can teach her how to check the system, and he nods at first though he’s uncertain how to explain it. Isla had told him before how to do it, and he had simply followed her instruction and seen it for himself. Perhaps he has the capability to say the same thing and Wessex would understand. After all, Aedion upon his arrival felt a bit like a child, someone telling him what he could and couldn’t do, but deep down too afraid to try the things he was not supposed to do. Like going out in the sunlight, which he still doesn’t have any plans to tempt. “Sure.” He offers, giving her a fanged grin. But they continue to walk, and his steel eyes leave the back of her to the rooms around them and how the ground slopes away. And Wessex begins to answer his question in a more detailed answer than before. Isla had said they were better than humans. Wessex actually has the details of how and he finds himself gobbling up the information like a fish out of water. He nods, but pauses as his eyes flicker back to her as she mentions a few. An eyebrow raises ever so slight. But then she seems to apologize and Aedion shakes his head in response. “I’ve never had great luck.” He offers, a roll of his shoulders. “Might be the luckiest thing to happen to me yet.” He adds with a gruff chuckle. But his eyes capture a blueish hue and his head turns to focus more on it as Wessex continues, mentioning that he should be ready. And he nods in response to her. “Ready for anything.” He answers. He has nothing, anymore, and finds that direction for his life and his being are lost. This is a new purpose, a new beginning that he didn’t see coming. And he finds himself excited for it. “Let me know how and when I can help and I’ll be there.” He offers, mostly because Wessex despite the short amount of time with knowing her, has helped him far more than anyone else aside from Isla has. And somehow he feels like he’s almost in her debt. |