Housing Arrangements

copy-x:

Copy gave the other that stare of his. The one he would give to a worker when they spouted off words without knowing how silly they sounded. His expression hadn’t changed dramatically, though the way his eyes widened just a tad spoke millions. Especially towards the boy whom had learned over the course of a year how to identify Copy’s many slight expressions.

“Uses.” It had taken months for Copy to accept Aeolus uses Harpuia’s power, essence.  No. Copy shook his head. He didn’t want to look at him.

Turning, the smaller made his way to the window, regally (as much as cyberelf could at least) and went through it, exiting the cozy home.

Mica tilted her head then hung her body upside down on the shelf; toes hanging onto the blanket she propped up there, imitating a bat. “Oooo…oops?” She could tell the boy had unintentionally upset ‘mother’.  “I be good. You… sleep cycle.” It was the most rational thing to do.

Aeolus sighed a little at the other’s expression, his eyebrows raising. Oh no, not now. He wasn’t willing to deal with the cyberelf’s weird bouts of being ‘offended’ at- Ah, of course.

Copy X still didn’t like the concept of biometals, biomatches, and using of the Guardian’s power. However, he had to grow used to the facts. It was how things were, and it was the only way to utilize their aid in the world of the future.

He rolled his eyes, waving at Mica a little, tiredly, and heading to the bed. He might as well sleep rather than have an argument with the damnable cyberelf over terms. What else would Siarnaq do with Model P? Leave it to rot in a shelf or use it as a skipping stone?

“See you tomorrow.” He grumbled, then glanced at Mica.

“You better be here when I wake up in the morning.”

The goddamn cyberelves always got into trouble and he wished for a pretty large moment that Copy X had left Mica home.

Ah well, tomorrow would hopefully be better. Even after he tucked himself in, he could not sleep, not until a few hours later. Worry was taking its toll, after all, but he was exhausted.

(Source: wind-megaman)

darkcream:

Once giving the human his turn of speech, Cream kept quietly, listening to him with attention. She might not be a good advice source sometimes or not know what to say, but no one should doubt the good listener she was. Sometimes people just want someone who will listen to them.

Once she got Aeolus’ questions sorted, she gave a single soft nod before taking her turn in the speech, hoping she’d cover his doubts.

“Moves, Aeolus sir, are pretty much the attacks a pokemon has and learns, making up a moveset. Pokemon learn several different attacks as they grow and evolve, but can have up only to four moves in their moveset. So whenever a pokemon learns a new move but already has four in its moveset, it has to either forget one of the old moves, or choose to not learn the new one. So it allows pokemon to have a very customizable moveset.”

She took a brief pause before going to the other doubt Aeolus showed to hold.

“… as for the ‘type’. Yes, they are pretty much elements, all of them working in some sort of circle of balance. What I mean is that a certain type can be strong against other type, but weak to another. For instance, Fire type pokemon are strong against Grass types, but are weak against Water types.”

She took another pause, thinking of all the existing types and hoping she didn’t forget any of them.

“Some types are elementals, but there is a huge variety of types. Lemme see… There are… Fire, Water and Grass… Electric, Normal… Fighting, Psychic, and Ghost… Dark, Poison… Dragon… Flying, Steel… Rock and Ground… and Bug… oh, and Ice.”

Another pause, to highlight a few details.

“A pokemon can be of one or even two types together. A move also has a type, which is what can be effective or not against what the type the foe is. Pokemon also can learn moves with the type different of its own.”

Aeolus seemed pensive as the other spoke, his hands clasped together, elbows supported upon his thighs and his chin sitting atop his hands. The human tried to assimilate the information, his brow furrowed. 

“Hm… I see…” He murmured to himself, thinking for a moment that the fact that they could only know ‘four moves’, or the fact that they were called moves, was absurd. It almost sounded like some sort of rpg. Why not call them attacks rather than moves? The culture from Cream’s world was strange indeed.

She seemed to be very redundant in her information. Why would she call some of them ‘elementals’ if they were all types? It made absolutely no sense, and a part of him figured she was just sort of dull or trying to compare them to the four basic elements and other such things from very ancient and basic ‘science’. Perhaps that was it, but he wasn’t absolutely certain. Elements in his world were atoms, they had no bearing with fire or water.

“In summery, there are many types, they have strenghts and weaknesses, and they can learn attacks related to a type, as well as attacks not related to their type. But what is the advantage of a type if you can learn moves of any type?” Surely, there had to be an advantage to be a fire type if you could somehow learn a water type move or grass type move. Were they less apt at using attacks of other types, or did types solely exist for the purpose of resisting or being weak to other types?

“It is quite the strange world, your own. While there’s a sort of ‘element circle’ here, it is fairly simplistic and mostly due to the armor type. The armor of an wind-using mechaniloid, for example, can resist heat quite well due to its makeup, but ice shorts out its circuits fairly easily. I suppose… there are similarities, but an armor designed for a certain specialty cannot use other specialties.” Hm…

(Source: wind-megaman)

darkcream:

Cream stared for a bit at the tea set all placed on the table, they certainly were safe and sound there. Giving a sigh of relief, she sat back more on the couch, placing her hands together as her fingers fiddled with each other. It was hard to tell where was her hand and where was her arm, for there was no defined wrist, giving the feel she was wearing some kind of fancy gloves.

“Y… yeah… Thank Arceus nothing was broken…”

That was her last comment on that subject. Continuing to fiddle with her fingers, Cream began to focus on the current subject now as she shifted herself on her seat lightly, facing Aeolus. Her fingers quieted down once she began giving more attention to the process of the conversation.

“Wow, you do have a very sharp mind, Aeolus Sir. Actually, your question is pretty much the answer you’re looking for: Yes, all pokémon have their respectful abilities, telekinesis being just one of them.”

Cream took a brief pause, processing carefully the next line of words in her mind, then resuming her speech.

“Each pokemon has their respective abilities line, and the moves it can learn don’t need always to be of its exact type, though it does have a big influence… For instance, I, being a Psychic Type, my abilities are more centered around telekinesis and other mental powers, but I can still have a variety of moves of other types. You see, one of my moves is called Shadow Ball, and it’s a Ghost Type move.”

Sure there was more to say, but Cream wanted to give Aeolus his turn to speak, and possibly make more questions.

((SOZ MY BAD! solateohgod))

Aeolus blinked a little at her comment. Who was Arceus? Perhaps it just meant that it was some sort of god in their culture or someone of high regard. Keeping it in mind for later, so he could ask, he instead listened to what the Gardevoir had to say, although her praise was unexpected.

He wasn’t exactly sure what to make of the flattery, so he merely nodded. “I see.” So there were more abilities… and apparently something called ‘moves’ and ‘types’. It was rather confusing and hard to put together…

“So… moves and types. What do you mean by moves? They have a ‘type’ as well? How does this correlate? Is it akin to elements?” Ghost, Psyquic, they didn’t sound like commonplace elements that primitive humans once used to explain the world, which were Fire, Water, Wind and Earth, as well as sometimes Metal and Wood. “Your ‘types’ don’t seem concrete… unless there are others.” They seemed more like designated concepts… but he wasn’t sure still.

There were many curious things…

(Source: wind-megaman)

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sageharpuia:

fefnir-of-neoarcadia:

flame-megaman:

The red reploid basically brought her comment relating questioning to shreds with his visibly rising anger. It had already been said, acknowledged, processed, understood. Useless words, apparently. Why had she bothered? It must have occurred to no one she felt this important to restate. Fefnir himself had said he would ask nothing to risk the future, yet seconds later asked how they traveled to this timeline. That happened not long ago. It did not seem fully absorbed, from his words, but apparently it had been a dull moment. Tsk.

Things were getting crazy. There wasn’t a single long enough pause for anyone other than these two red and green angry men to speak. She wondered if it would be wise to interrupt, but with how things were going, there’d be no chance. Following the argument, as the fiery General took place by her side momentary, the glint of red on his pure white gloves got her attention, setting her in slight awe. He…broke his own hands…! How could Model F be the same as someone so angry? She had never seen the reploid’s anger before, and it was unsettling to say the least.

But in all this, Atlas needed to inform Aeolus that Thetis’ was being fed, and that he was guaranteed not to be executed. His life was protected, so as long as General Fefnir kept his promise, and she was inclined to believe he would. She had already dealt with that matter; all they needed to do was to focus on a way back. But she’d get no further word in herself before General Harpuia finally spoke with command.

It brought them both to shock; Atlas had not realized until now that he had been trying hard to speak throughout the entire argument. They had all been rude to a General. An offense of unimaginable level. How could they have dared to do so? How could she have dared.

Straightening up to this order(or was it an request?), the female soldier nodded, quietly muttering the appropriate “yes, sir,” before closing her mouth so as not to step out of line again. How many times had Atlas done so today? There were just more and more actions piling up to be ashamed for. She certainly wasn’t being too helpful… But what had she been told about calling herself useless?

‘Forgive us, General Harpuia.’ As if a thought would do anything. 

The Fire Guardian was in absolutely no mood to take any crap from anyone, including a human, so he had left without even taking the time to address Aeolus’ words.

Insulting his intelligence?! More like expecting more from him because he was intelligent! He had been very impressed with his manners and his intellect, so being insulted by someone he held at higher esteem was what had fueled his anger more than anything.

Knowing that his green sibling would be able to keep an eye on things, Fefnir stormed off out of the haven to his temple to take a much needed break.

And destroy some scrap while he was at it.

But before that, he carefully chose two rooms for the humans and sent two pantheons towards Harpuia’s office to lead the humans to their temporary homes in Neo Arcadia - one room near the Fire Temple for Atlas, and another near the Wind Temple for Aeolus.

Harpuia sighed softly, now stuck in a room with two humans, neither who seemed too keen on speaking after the events that had transpired. He rubbed his temples, shook his head and looked at his work, then to the door.

“Look, what transpired earlier was quite the… unpleasant sort of chat, but I would rather we part on a good note. I… ah, thank you for at least worrying about us, what could have been affected, and I suppose… I should also thank you both for doing the best within your knowledge. Please, do drop hard feelings you may have at the moment, or it will make it harder to cooperate.”

A couple of Pantheons entered and the reploid slowly stood, greeting both soldiers, then turned to the humans. “Miss Atlas, please follow 920 to your quarters.” He said as he tapped the shoulder of said pantheon, then looked at Aeolus. “Sir Aeolus, you will follow 311 to yours.” Both soldiers nodded, approaching the respective humans they would cater to.

“As for me… I need to speak with General Fefnir. If you need anything, the pantheons will give you my communicator frequency number.”

He was tired, weary, and just wanted this to be over and done with. It had been more than he had asked for, and it would take some time for Harpuia to digest all that had been said, let alone process it all. He was entirely aware of the conversation and the insults thrown around, but he for one was not up to getting his circuits tied up in knots out of it.

As such, he wandered off, heading to where he could detect Fefnir’s signature (it was hard to ignore the other that was ‘fainter’, somewhat, but now that he knew the woman’s name, he could at least put a label…).

As expected, Fefnir had gone to his Temple to blow things around. And he was quite easy to find, too.

“The whole ordeal at the office did not go as amiably as I hoped it would. Isn’t that right, Tousho?” The reploid spoke up calmly, arms behind his back as he tried to approach with caution, giving Fefnir enough space.

“Do you need more time alone?”

Aeolus sighed softly, rubbing his temples himself, although he stopped before the reploid seated at the desk noticed. It was awkward enough that they had the same signature and colors, odder still would be similar actions. Not to mention awkward, especially after all that.

He had nothing to say to Harpuia’s plead, only giving him a nod and glancing at the Pantheon. Grasping the Mechaniloid’s non-buster hand, he gently shook it, then asked it to lead the way. However, before following it, he turned to Atlas. “… We should meet to discuss things further. I will try to contact Siarnaq.” It was all he had to say to her right now. It wasn’t that he was angry at her, not really, that moment had passed after he had actually spoken up about it. Now all he felt was drained as well as tired.

Tired of this, and wishing he could just go home and lay down or something. He’d rather take Mica on an energy-high day than deal with the stress of time travel.

Even still, he trudged on, following his assigned ‘guard’ and ‘guide’ to his temporary quarters. It wasn’t until they took to the streets outside of Haven that Aeolus even dared touch his communicator, hoping against hope that it still worked even in this time, without the Ciel System to power it. It should have enough backup power for this, at least. ‘Siarnaq, report. I will send you the coordinates of my temporary quarters momentarily, please give me yours if you need for me to retrieve you.’

He wasn’t about to leave him behind, not now that he was reminded that they lacked… a very important energy system he had almost grown to take for granted.

Nothing Personal (@keep-it-professional)

keep-it-professional:

The reploid looked the human up and down, also unimpressed. This was the man known as the Wind Megaman? He had done his research, and as such he didn’t bother doing a weapons glance; he knew Aeolus was carrying that device. Unfortunately, in all his research, he had only come up with vague information. In turn, unfortunately for Aeolus, the man before him was an accomplished actor, and he flashed a somewhat confident smile at him.

“Aye, sir. I’ll be your driver for social interactions with, ah, beg’er pardon, sir; Almost spoke out of line.” He bowed to him before waving his arms towards a very expensive-looking four-door sedan, polished onyx black and tinted windows. The reploid walked over and opened the back door for him.

“I read up on you before I took the job, sir, and as such I have kept the vehicle clear of anything except necessities  and one datapad for reviewing information pertaining to your meetings and emergency alerts.” He cracked a smile at the last bit. “Not that you’ll need it, sir; I’ve been driving all m’life.”

Little did Aeolus know that the vehicle was indeed devoid of anything but necessities: The rear door locks and windows would only respond to functions from the front seat, and the datapad’s emergency call function was bugged.

He had been hired by Aeolus’ company, but someone else was paying him better to make it a one-way trip. He never let his employers down.

“By the way, sir, m’ name’s Taxi. Mr. Taxi.”

“…” Aeolus stayed quiet for a few moments, listening to the other, still very much unimpressed. Perhaps he expected too much, even if he tried to expect nothing at all. Ah well, it’s not like he’d know the man long enough to care about first impressions.

“Good. Efficiency is all I expect and all I need.” The human uttered, withholding his usual disdainful tone. While he normally had no reservations to show his disappointment or just utter distrust, at the moment he was speaking with the man who would be driving him to a meeting, and while those who served were used to all sorts of things, insulting the driver could take a serious turn in the long run. It was merely a wise move to keep his less happy thoughts to himself.

Heading to the vehicle, he glanced at the reploid, then gave a nod. “… Of course. A pleasure.” With that, he eased himself into the elegant-looking car, glancing about suspiciously. He just didn’t like anyone driving for him.

“Now let us get to our destination.”

They had wasted enough time with idle chitchat, it was time for work.

(Source: wind-megaman)

Housing Arrangements

copy-x:

Mica didn’t seem to be listening. Though she nodded when she noticed the boy looking at her, and then proceeded to swoop down to a blanket on the couch. Picking it up with small claws, she claimed a high shelf making a nest for herself. Camping was fun.

Copy had situated himself on an empty shelf as well to be higher than the boy. He listened of course, though the elf’s interpretation of his words could be taken so many ways. “Heh.” The copy was amused. Aeolus was basically saying he had a free human ride to wherever they went.

He then scowled.

“I don’t want to meet your friend.” This Siar—- whatever. Atlas was amusing enough but the elf wasn’t quite a human welcoming reploid-elf.

“I want to see Harpuia but that doesn’t mean I’ll say anything. What a fine body that is. Hm.” Copy chuckled, lying on the shelf. “No one need mention who I am. Though, I can’t count on your friends as daft as they are.”

Aeolus sighed. He wasn’t even sure if Mica was aware of how important it was. Still, he glanced at the cyberelf, then shrugged a little. “A shame. He’s been my partner for a long time. Kind of quiet. Uses Phantom’s Biometal.” He supposed he should at least tell his ‘roommate’ what the other was like.

“… Promise me you will.” The human finally said, then nodded a little. “I’m hoping the rest of the grow a brain after this and don’t just give your identity away or we’ll have problems. A lot of them.” He didn’t even want to think about them.

With that, he stepped away from the shelves, leaving the cyberelf to whatever he’d do, as he glanced about. Surely there was nightwear somewhere… Ah, no.

He wouldn’t even dare to wear clothes from another era, no. 

As such, he quickly removed the vest, cuffs and other such things, left with pants and his bodysuit once he was done removing and folding his clothes, as well as taking his shoes off. “… That should be fine.”

He was too used to both cyberelves being around to care about changing in front of them. At least, in this manner.

(Source: wind-megaman)

Housing Arrangements

copy-x:

As soon as the taller landed, Copy pounded his little fists (enough to make a small noise) on his back helm, just to get home attention. “You’re not making sense.” He had no idea what stragglers he didn’t care about involved them getting home. Mica swooped through the opening quickly finding herself circling what seemed to be the bedroom finding a high place to perch.

Mica had no intention of sleeping. But if she had to fake until both her guardians were asleep… she would.

“I see.” Copy scratched the help with tiny claws. Amused. “Oh…” Copy soon stopped in lieu of exploring. He floated up and away from the boy looking around. It was rather empty, meaning it was an unused room. Humans usually cluttered their space with trinkets made of materials that were not in scarce demand.

“Single bed.” Amusing.

Corrie floated over to the kitchen which was just outside the bedroom. For a single human, they had one condensed space for everything. If two humans married they’d be upgraded to a larger space, however the amount of children was up to them, as they would get no bigger space. The living room and kitchen were not divided by walls, but it was spaced enough to not disturb. Aeolus’ quarters only held a couch and a medium screen TV. Simple.

“Small Aeo! It is not even half the size of my office.” The elf after all had always lived like royalty.

Aeolus watched Mica, closed the balcony door, and sighed, watching as Copy perused about. He’d try to explain, but only once Copy was done. 

“It’s meant for a single person, of course it’s small.” The boy grumbled, then shrugged a little. 

“Alright, now that you’re both here, I need you to listen.” Glancing about, he spotted one of the chairs for eating, as there were two for some reason in the small place. Possibly an afterthought for potential guests. 

“Do not interact with anyone who isn’t me. We are in the past, and if you would prefer the future doesn’t change enough so that by some twist of fate none of us will exist, I suggest the both of you stay put and listen to me. Always. We need to gather everyone so we can leave here and preferably never come back, so that nothing in the future will be changed. That is our goal.”

With that, he tapped the table, glancing at Mica, then at Copy X. He wasn’t sure if the bird was listening or if she was sleeping, but he sure hoped so.

For all of their sakes.

“As for sleeping arrangements, Siarnaq has yet to contact me back, so we don’t have to worry about him right now. Er.. I suppose you could choose where to sleep, since you’re both small.”

He then sighed, turning to look at Copy X.

“… Please don’t try to seek out the Guardians at this time. I’m not certain their response towards you will be entirely positive.”

(Source: wind-megaman)

Little Elves

copy-x:

“Aa… hmph.” Taking off wasn’t a problem. But as the wind picked up the elf on his shoulder was bothered. Shifting to lay on the back of his neck, shielded from the wind, Corrie breathed a soft sigh. Mica had eventually detached herself now flying beside the boy and keeping up with him. She rarely got to fly with Aeolus.

As a small elf, the former leader (even in this timeline at the moment) was a small bundle of colours. Corrie’s crown was lighting the back of the boy’s neck and very small robe flying behind a tiny frame. “My office… tomorrow.” The smaller began. “It would be locked up, unused. Silly Harpuia in his office… hm.”

Aeolus made sure to keep a nice pace for Mica to follow, a bit glad she had let go in favor of flying with him. Reaching up, he sort of covered Copy X with his hand as they descended  then flew a few blocks further and to his temporary abode. 
“… Perhaps. There’s important things to take care of before then, like getting an idiot out of prison and finding another one lost on the streets so we can drag ourselves home.” Aeolus grumbled, soon reaching the balcony which was of his assigned place, then opening the door and entering, making sure Mica followed.

“I’ll tell you the story after you’re done exploring our… temporary residence. Make yourselves at home, I suppose.”

(Source: wind-megaman)

(Not in Cinq Ville Anymore is almost over. Sorry for the super lenght ´v` It tends to happen when it’s a four-way RP with elaborate posts and replies. We tried to trim it so all posts had one reply per person! Well, per account.

It’s actually a three-way RP with one mod handling two accounts.

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Not in Cinq Ville Anymore @fefnir-of-neoarcadia

sageharpuia:

fefnir-of-neoarcadia:

flame-megaman:

Her left hand gripped at the right wrist in her lap as Atlas shot her gaze elsewhere to look away, biting down on a cheek to withhold herself. Yes, she was aware they had made terrible errors, but… A harsh whisper came from the very back of her throat.

“It was hardly my fault.” Thetis had done the worst damage. With all the information the brat had spoken needlessly, plus a slip of her tongue, Fefnir had figured it out. The jig was up. But Aeolus continued mercilessly, battering them down with that venomous truth, and it brought proper shame to their actions.

Her right hand clenched to a fist under grip, anger churning as she let go before she’d crush her own wrist. This explosive manner of explanation from him would not put them on good terms. Generals were leader figures that had lots of power, connections, and access to resources; things that they would no doubt need; and this behavior would in no way make a positive impression. As he finished, her fist fell to her leg like a hammer as Atlas turned back to glare at the angry man. She had been silent long enough.

“I understand we have made grave mistakes, Aeolus, but I am sure you of all people know we will not be able to solve this issue alone.” Her words were formed as cold as she could manage, taking in the cool air to keep hold of her calm as well.

“Thetis will die without an energy alternative, so he’s completely dependent in this situation on Neo Arcadian aid. I don’t care if there are repercussions; compromises will have to be made.” She too, let out an exasperated sigh through clenched teeth.

“But he’s right about this; no further questions should be asked unless absolutely necessary.” With this, she glanced at the Fire General with a visible glare, apparently disappointed in the Reploid. Atlas had hoped he’d have more common sense with such a touchy matter, but she had clearly expected too much.

The soldier took a moment to soften her gaze before moving back to the point at hand. “I believe it’s in everyone’s best interest to find a solution to this as quickly as possible, and to do so,” she paused to hopefully look Aeolus in the eye before turning to General Harpuia, “we will need your help, sir, whether some of us wish it or not.”

Aeolus would without a doubt dislike this, but there was no choice in the matter. If such an educated man truly believed he could figure out how to return to Cinq Ville and get Thetis out of jail alone, he was deluding himself. But Atlas doubted that was the case.

Such a heightened, aggressive response was NOT something that Fefnir had expected. In his mind, his strategy had been to gather everyone who was involved together, and hopefully, together, find a way to get the humans safely back to where they came from.

Being called an idiot for that, however, was enough to make the coolant in his systems boil.

If Aeolus was a reploid, he would have stormed over to him and shoved the green clad boy through a wall. However, he was not. He was a human, a very angry, sadly intelligent, human. 

Clenching his fists hard enough that he broke through the metal and pierced his palms by pressure alone, the pain was enough to make him not lash out at the other, either physically or verbally, though it was clear in his own tense shoulders, grit teeth and narrowed eyes that the Fire Guardian was NOT happy.

Trying to chase the red haze away, he listened as Atlas spoke up. When she directed her own speech to him, and with Harpuia’s words in mind, it took great restraint on his part to not yell, though his tone was aggressive enough regardless, “I already SAID that!”

Che, he hated being treated like a fool from anyone, human or not, but it was only because they were human that he did not blow the wall up behind him with his bare fists, which were slowly being stained with dyed coolant, but that was something he didn’t even notice.

And once Atlas was finished, he turned his attention to Aeolus, “and if you’re done belittling everyone, including yourself, I would appreciate it if you’d calm down and see reason.”

“You would have been found regardless of how well you hid, because you’re forgetting that you share Harpuia’s signature. You would’ve been found regardless and questioned, and let me tell you right now that if it had of been anyone but me, Thetis, at least, would be dead. I cannot say what would’ve happened to you both, but what would happen to the future then, huh?!”

Keeping his fists clenched, he folded his arms and stepped forward to stand by Atlas’ side, facing Aeolus head on and matching the human’s angry glare and lowering his voice again, since he had raised it, “your logic is sound, but it is not realistic. I acknowledge that I have made a mistake, and that we have been foolish, but getting wound up into a temper tantrum about it, calling everyone foolish when you yourself raised my suspicions just as much, if not more so in some ways, than Thetis did, and not even working towards trying to figure out how to get you home will get you nowhere.”

“Ch,” Fefnir growled and walked over to the window, trying his absolute hardest to not lose his short temper, and so far succeeding, he was relying on his strategic instincts to work through this. It was lucky that Atlas had been there, or it’s likely the result would’ve been far worse.

Her presence had effectively calmed him to a point of being rational about this situation.

Turning back to the pair, he said, “what’s done is done. I honestly have no desire to ask any questions about the future from either of you, anyway. My desire for that left as soon as I figured it out. And while it wasn’t wise,” he eyed his sibling, “to reveal what I knew,” he looked back at the other two, “if Harpuia and I are able to help you without causing problems, it is to your advantage. Surely someone of your intelligence must realise this, Aeolus?!”

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, and unclenching his fists (which, without his knowledge, for the hand that was visible on his arm, was covered in what could be mistaken for blood, though it was just dyed coolant) “Thetis is in no position, right now, to be shifted. I can assure you that he will be released to you in due course, since I intended to negotiate, with you, the terms of his release and punishment in the future, but not right now,” his gaze, and his tone, made it very clear that he had no intentions of changing his mind, and the cold fire in his eyes would’ve been, to anyone with a shred of meekness, frightening to behold.

Fefnir was very angry, at himself, and at the situation, and he knew what had to be done. He hated making mistakes like this, especially in front of those he wished to help.

Messing up just fueled his fire, and not in a good, happy way, either. 

“I will assign quarters for you both to stay in while you are here,” he jerked a bloody thumb to the window, which showed that it was indeed getting late, “until then, I have unfinished business to attend to.”

And on that note, Fefnir strode to the door and walked out, leaving a couple of splatters of coolant behind in his way.

He needed to cool off.

Harpuia had his hands full.
Aeolus’ mood quickly worsened, and he then blew a gasket or whatever it was that humans termed it to be. Then Atlas stood and barked out her opinion, and now Fefnir was howling to the air and roaring like a dragon before storming out.

He honestly didn’t get much of a word in edgewise before things spiraled downhill.

“There’s no need to-” And yet, Aeolus continued to rant, so he figured he’d leave the human too it, but then-
“Can we please settle down-” Atlas brought her points up and it was beginning to look like everyone was ganging up on the human garbed in green now rather than bringing the important parts to light-
“Ah…”

“Fefnir, that’s not productive-” And yet Fefnir blew his top, turned and left.

Or at least, he was leaving. It was then that the reploid tired of this and, with a heavy sigh, slammed both hands onto his desk. “Enough.”

“There will be civility in this office or so help me…” Sage Harpuia himself was growing weary, but he tried to not blow his top like the other three, instead shaking his head. “Take. A. Seat.”
He wasn’t talking to Fefnir. His brother probably needed to physically destroy something at this moment.
Even if walking out of an argument without hearing a retort was an awfully rude thing to do.

“Fefnir needs some air. Let us continue civilly from here on out.”

Aeolus turned to Atlas as she spoke up, then scoffed lightly. “Hardly? Anything and everything that we all did spiraled things down the drain, no matter how small. Even by being here we’re contaminating the past.” He seemed to continue rubbing his temples, trying to bring his temper down to normal levels. He was normally more tolerant, but at the moment the whole situation turned him into a very high-strung person. He wanted to go home, he was antsy, and they were dealing with possible time-space destruction. Of course he was about to blow up and into smithereens. He had not had anyone to talk to this whole mess about, and keeping everything inside for a few hours while he just felt like screaming and fleeing wasn’t helping.

“I am perfectly aware that we need help, but as far as I am aware, you do not need to ask of it while destroying the past in the process. I could have perfectly well made my case without either of these gentlemen knowing where we were from, even if it possibly sounded very suspicious. We have to get Thetis out of his cell or he can’t eat, and if he has no access to human food he will shut down and slowly go through permanent destruction processes, that’s why I am demanding his immediate release-” And then Fefnir had the audacity to open his damned mouth.
Just when he was about to apologize about blowing up about a very serious matter, the reploid decides to get all righteous.

He didn’t need this right now.

Then again, he was right on one thing. He had already said that, and it was a point he figured was moot to bring up again, due to mutual agreement. He wasn’t even sure why Atlas saw the need to repeat it.

“You think I am foolish enough to not be aware that I would be found eventually? It is why I sought my way back, and I figured that by wandering about I would be able to find another ‘step’ to fall into, another way to go home. I was about to leave Neo Arcadia before I bumped into you, if only to avoid it at all costs-! The fact that you’re taking me for a fool says a lot about what you think about me, which leaves me disappointed in my impression upon you.” Aeolus was trying really hard not to blow up again, or he’d have to double his apology, but he fully expected one out of Fefnir.

“I am fairly sure I have pointed out my mistake, even in my anger, which is rightfully justified. The fact of the matter is, what you, Thetis and Atlas have done by speaking of the future so freely, of letting others be aware, has caused damage that I can’t even imagine the impact of. In itself, my ignorance on more intricate things about Neo Arcadia did not help any, but at least I made an attempt to conceal or veil where I actually hailed from. Why you’re attempting to insult my attempt to do so is beyond me, considering that it was the most correct thing to do in such situation. I hate lying. I always have. It is all I could do.”

“Sage Harpuia could have gone without knowing, I am certain his judgement would have been sound regardless. Of that there is no doubt in my mind.” I know him very well, perhaps as well as you. “You did not have to go and reveal something as such that could cause such upheaval, and it would be best if you avoided it in the future-” The blow to his intelligence almost broke him out of his calm mood, but he tried to endure it. He would apologize later, maybe, but for now he should just try to…
Set it aside.

‘Come on, it’s not like he has a right to call you that way when he’s the one who tripped all over his feet…’

Still, he stayed silent as Fefnir told them that they would be assigned quarters and left, about to speak up, maybe retort; the fact that he was leaving without hearing another word was almost infuriating, and there was also that need to point out that the reploid had harmed himself in an attempt to do something, but before he could get another word in, a loud noise shocked the human enough to almost have him leap. “…!”

Harpuia had been trying to speak up all this time.

Ah, it made him feel somewhat guilty as he quietly sat down, scoffing and glancing to the window. “I have said all I needed to say, apparently nothing more will be heard from my mouth, so I’ll let you…” buffoons “people get to whatever it is you want to talk about when he comes back.”

Not another word was coming out of his mouth.
He wasn’t about to apologize for that outburst like he had planned to, not until Fefnir apologized for his.
‘Ah, I suddenly feel like we all turned five and were instead fighting over who got to play in the sandbox or something equally stupid… even if this is an even greater matter than that.’
He wasn’t about to let it go, however, not in this mood.

He couldn’t even bring up, once more, that they needed to get Thetis out of that cell if they wanted him to not go and die or something.