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shylarahArmadaus looked slightly alarmed at Avelina's superfluous and very public entrance. "Avelina, what do you think you are doing?" clearly the older man was attempting a look of disapproval but this was slightly marred by the wheedling tone to his voice, almost as if he were begging her not to run off like that. "You left the residence without telling anyone, and without bringing your bag." He said dropping a brown leather pack onto the peer.
Avelina did not look particularly happy to be chastised in front of strangers for doing something that as far as she was concerned was her right. If she wanted to fly off there wasn't a lot the Order could do to stop her. Avelina muttered the word 'residence' under her breath. The place was effectively a lab where Armadaus was more than content to run simulations and tests on her wings for hours at a time while she just sat there, it might as well have been a prison.
"Thanks Doc," Avelina said her face and voice ever so slightly harder than the light air that had existed in them a moment ago. "and It's Angel." she said in reference to her name.
"Regardless," said Armadaus in an exasperated voice, he was clearly at the end of his tether. Dealing with Avelina's attitude had a way of stretching his normally infinite patience to the limits. Armadaus set his papers down on a crate. "Captain I need you to sign these before 'Angel'" He said the word like it was a bad taste "can board the Tychon. They essentially confirm that you will be taking responsibility for Angel's well being and any harm that comes to her or the shattertech she embodies will be accountable directly to you. Is that clear?" Then without waiting for confirmation. "If you could just sign here, here and here on the line Angel will officially be a part of your crew."
Avelina rolled her eyes. Though it didn't show in her face the comment about the shattertech she embodied had struck a nerve. Of course she'd always known that the only reason the Order of Progress would even look at someone like her was because she had the Valkyrie Wings grafted to her skeletal system but to have it laid out as such hurt just a little more than Avelina was willing to admit. For the last three years she'd not met a soul who'd been able to see past the cybernetic implants and realize there was an actual person in there somewhere.
Looking bored Avelina slung her pack over her shoulder and hoisted herself up onto a crate, crossing her legs and leaning back so her face was to the sky. She stayed like that for a number of minutes before the sound of footsteps encroaching on there group caught her attention. Avelina hopped off the box to get a better look at an older gentleman that was approaching. He seemed to be a member of the Tychon crew but really, he was ancient compared to the others boarding the airship.
Avelina walked closer to Armadaus with a wicked look in her eye. She whispered loud enough for the old man to hear. "Hey Doc, is he crew? Ain't he little old for this kinda work."
Avelina did not look particularly happy to be chastised in front of strangers for doing something that as far as she was concerned was her right. If she wanted to fly off there wasn't a lot the Order could do to stop her. Avelina muttered the word 'residence' under her breath. The place was effectively a lab where Armadaus was more than content to run simulations and tests on her wings for hours at a time while she just sat there, it might as well have been a prison.
"Thanks Doc," Avelina said her face and voice ever so slightly harder than the light air that had existed in them a moment ago. "and It's Angel." she said in reference to her name.
"Regardless," said Armadaus in an exasperated voice, he was clearly at the end of his tether. Dealing with Avelina's attitude had a way of stretching his normally infinite patience to the limits. Armadaus set his papers down on a crate. "Captain I need you to sign these before 'Angel'" He said the word like it was a bad taste "can board the Tychon. They essentially confirm that you will be taking responsibility for Angel's well being and any harm that comes to her or the shattertech she embodies will be accountable directly to you. Is that clear?" Then without waiting for confirmation. "If you could just sign here, here and here on the line Angel will officially be a part of your crew."
Avelina rolled her eyes. Though it didn't show in her face the comment about the shattertech she embodied had struck a nerve. Of course she'd always known that the only reason the Order of Progress would even look at someone like her was because she had the Valkyrie Wings grafted to her skeletal system but to have it laid out as such hurt just a little more than Avelina was willing to admit. For the last three years she'd not met a soul who'd been able to see past the cybernetic implants and realize there was an actual person in there somewhere.
Looking bored Avelina slung her pack over her shoulder and hoisted herself up onto a crate, crossing her legs and leaning back so her face was to the sky. She stayed like that for a number of minutes before the sound of footsteps encroaching on there group caught her attention. Avelina hopped off the box to get a better look at an older gentleman that was approaching. He seemed to be a member of the Tychon crew but really, he was ancient compared to the others boarding the airship.
Avelina walked closer to Armadaus with a wicked look in her eye. She whispered loud enough for the old man to hear. "Hey Doc, is he crew? Ain't he little old for this kinda work."