[By the river felt like a better place to apologize than where Chiron had initially been standing during that entire...whatever just happened. The shadow of Notre Dame seemed suitable enough, and that was where he stood, loitering along the Seine in order to just give a proper face to face apology.]
[ He'd intended on finding Chiron eventually; it had just so happened his teacher managed to find him first through the network. At the call of his teacher, he'd immediately dropped all of what he'd been doing to rush to the place he said he'd be at. He takes his horse along in tow, pulling at the reins and steering the animal towards the river once they reach the magnificent church.
Above the stairs, he can see his teacher standing along the cement ledge, facing the water. Leaving his horse to stand at the top of the stairway, he proceeds to descend down to Chiron's level, calling out to him. ]
[ She pushed herself too hard - again. There isn't a single reason she wouldn't. She did it every day before and she will do it every day afterwards. She isn't the Guardian Angel anymore. She isn't fucked up on enough Eridium to make her fly and the brain the size of a planet and body that could be ripped apart to heal to do it again and again and again, with veins seared from the inside out.
She's ( see? this is why you'll always need me, Angel. Playing soldier like this, seriously? God, seriously, how are they not laughing. What do you think you are, a freaking vault hunter? ) braced against the wall head sunk down lower as her breakfast of cold protein and stale water came up in heaving gasps onto the training room floor. The sting of wet in her eyes, the shivering cold sweat on her skin. Just a little bit eridium would fix this. Just a little enough to give her wings and light and then it wouldn't matter if she was too short to pull herself up the wall, that she couldn't move as fast as it felt like everyone else. None of it would matter. She could just be what she needed to be, be what she was supposed to be. She could melt someones face off and she wouldn't have to ask herself if she could really handle this -
Enough. Enough, enough, enough. The collar sits heavy still, around her throat as an extra weight. The heavy bag dumped on the ground next to her.
She coughs, snifflingly miserably as she seems to have thrown up everything now. Feels the shake in her legs. Too many sprint runs. Too many crunches. Only more to do later. Her mouthed tasted awful. Like that, caught up in misery, she doesn't really acknowledge him until she sees him out of the corner of her eye.
It's instinctual then. This is different than him helping her with a robot, not after the dreams, not after enough people saw just what life was like for her and she didn't want the help, she didn't want to be weak. Her face turns away from him before she can to give him a chance to speak offer something well-meaning she doesn't want. ]
[ This is familiar. Angel wouldn't be the first person that has thrown up in front of him and she likely won't be the last.
By default, he's moving to her side in an attempt to hold her lest she collapse in her own vomit. He'd been watching her up until then, taking note of her physical limitations and how weak she really was. For a girl her age, she should be much stronger than what she currently is, or at the very least, have an understanding of what she's capable of and knowing when to stop. Pushing yourself is necessary when training, but when it's to the point where one gets physically ill, it does more harm than good.
His hands don't move from her sides even as she reassures him. His eyes are soft as he shares her gaze, devoid of judgement. ]
Your legs are shaking. [ It's time to take a break, girl. He's dragging her towards him, holding most of her weight so he can find her a spot to sit safely. ]
[It's been about a month with Achilles as his roommate. Really, he's clean, he isn't always there, which is great for privacy sometimes. He can't complain.
They really should talk more, though.
It's been a long day of training, and Eames is exhausted. But he stops to flop on their couch face-first, slowly pulling clothes off himself.]
We haven't talked much, [he says, words muffled in the couch.] How are you holding up?
[ He and his roommate get on well enough. Neither are especially nosy and they've kept out of each others space and business since they've roomed together.
It probably helps that Achilles is hardly ever around, since he hates being confined to one spot for long. ]
Better than you, by the looks of it. Shouldn't you have stopped by the showers first before coming back here?
[ Plugging his nose... His own hair is soaking wet, since he'd showered before. ]
[And then suddenly when he goes to check the BCE, there's no sign of... anything, really. Everything around him just slows down to this moment- this singular crux in time. It's a glitch, right? It has to be. It fucking HAS to be. It's anxiety, it's fear of the worst, it's the realization that one of the few people in the entire world who you love unconditionally and would follow to the ends of hell and back for, just.
Is suddenly deleted from his peripheral. They had just said they'd meet up later. What's going on?
He can't hold himself together like this, and instinctively the first person he wants to talk to is Achilles.]
Achilles, I got a bad feeling about this. Have you seen Akira?
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Above the stairs, he can see his teacher standing along the cement ledge, facing the water. Leaving his horse to stand at the top of the stairway, he proceeds to descend down to Chiron's level, calling out to him. ]
Hey, teacher!
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I was just thinkin' about ya. Still alive out there?
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Of course I'm alive. What do you take me for?
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Don't think about ignoring me.
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You forgot to include "or else".
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He wants to save them. And I was offered tribute...
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Oh, are you talking about all the shapers I brought to capsule 14?
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You're going to owe me.
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i'm sorry he's such a dork
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She's ( see? this is why you'll always need me, Angel. Playing soldier like this, seriously? God, seriously, how are they not laughing. What do you think you are, a freaking vault hunter? ) braced against the wall head sunk down lower as her breakfast of cold protein and stale water came up in heaving gasps onto the training room floor. The sting of wet in her eyes, the shivering cold sweat on her skin. Just a little bit eridium would fix this. Just a little enough to give her wings and light and then it wouldn't matter if she was too short to pull herself up the wall, that she couldn't move as fast as it felt like everyone else. None of it would matter. She could just be what she needed to be, be what she was supposed to be. She could melt someones face off and she wouldn't have to ask herself if she could really handle this -
Enough. Enough, enough, enough. The collar sits heavy still, around her throat as an extra weight. The heavy bag dumped on the ground next to her.
She coughs, snifflingly miserably as she seems to have thrown up everything now. Feels the shake in her legs. Too many sprint runs. Too many crunches. Only more to do later. Her mouthed tasted awful. Like that, caught up in misery, she doesn't really acknowledge him until she sees him out of the corner of her eye.
It's instinctual then. This is different than him helping her with a robot, not after the dreams, not after enough people saw just what life was like for her and she didn't want the help, she didn't want to be weak. Her face turns away from him before she can to give him a chance to speak offer something well-meaning she doesn't want. ]
I'm fine.
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By default, he's moving to her side in an attempt to hold her lest she collapse in her own vomit. He'd been watching her up until then, taking note of her physical limitations and how weak she really was. For a girl her age, she should be much stronger than what she currently is, or at the very least, have an understanding of what she's capable of and knowing when to stop. Pushing yourself is necessary when training, but when it's to the point where one gets physically ill, it does more harm than good.
His hands don't move from her sides even as she reassures him. His eyes are soft as he shares her gaze, devoid of judgement. ]
Your legs are shaking. [ It's time to take a break, girl. He's dragging her towards him, holding most of her weight so he can find her a spot to sit safely. ]
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[ Why he introduces himself every time when his name is already attached, we just don't know. ]
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Hello.
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Rider. Achilles. You'll have to change your name when we're planet-side. Yours is too out of place for the time period.
Do you understand?
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He isn't surprised that he's found out who he is. It was only a matter of time, all things considered. He's not going to complain, though. ]
That's unnecessary. I refuse.
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GROUP CHAT
FROM: @ACHEELIES
I may need your guys' help with something.
Do any of you know how to "dye" hair?
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They really should talk more, though.
It's been a long day of training, and Eames is exhausted. But he stops to flop on their couch face-first, slowly pulling clothes off himself.]
We haven't talked much, [he says, words muffled in the couch.] How are you holding up?
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It probably helps that Achilles is hardly ever around, since he hates being confined to one spot for long. ]
Better than you, by the looks of it. Shouldn't you have stopped by the showers first before coming back here?
[ Plugging his nose... His own hair is soaking wet, since he'd showered before. ]
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Is suddenly deleted from his peripheral. They had just said they'd meet up later. What's going on?
He can't hold himself together like this, and instinctively the first person he wants to talk to is Achilles.]
Achilles, I got a bad feeling about this. Have you seen Akira?
Please tell me you've seen him
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[ He checks the BCE, knowing full well that Ryuji must have checked first before contacting him.
When Akira's name, Juggalo, doesn't show up, he flips back to his conversation with Ryuji. ]
I don't see his username on the BCE. Have you talked to Sergeant Chiron about this yet?
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what's that about?
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My Master is the one who supplies me mana.
I told you once before that I'm a Heroic Spirit. Not that you'd know what that was unless you were a mage.
Basically, I was summoned to the material world by the Grail. My body is made out of magic. Magic is how I sustain myself.
[ Which is why he hardly sleeps or eats. ]
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You'll often get that foreboding feeling in times of danger. Don't let it distract you.
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I'm fine. [ Clipped, purposeful. ] My Master has been kidnapped so I'm considering my options.
I need to save him, Chiron.
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i know you're planning on doing something stupid
what are you thinking ?
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