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Haaaaaaave you met El? - with @Elle Joyner
Ailoca was convinced during the last stretch of the fight she wasn’t going to survive, that the destruction of the Razer was going to cause massive destruction. Eili and Kili’s faces flashed through her head, and she pressed her head to the safety of the circuit board. But damn, Fulcrum, Tank, all of the mechs pulled through, working together to lower the threat to safety in the courtyard. No one in the mechs had passed. Ailoca survived. Ailoca survived an intergalactic battle.
She was ecstatic to be on the ground when Fulcrum landed. And she kept her promise, kissing the ground beneath her in praise and gratitude to whatever cosmic being was watching over her. Fulcrum rumbled at the response, presumably a laugh. There was a jumbling of words from Ailoca, particularly that she loved the massive hunk of metal and that she was blessed to have him be her mech, to even have him as a companion. She wasn’t sure if any of her words were sensical at the time, but she hoped that Fulcrum at least understood her sentiments and how fond she was of him.
She found herself seating herself to listen to the white haired woman, a beauty in her own right, but young and scared, attempting to keep herself composed despite the overwhelming stressors that must have been placed on her shoulders. Crossing her legs and respectfully cupping her hands over her knee, a voice broke through to her. She tentatively turned her head in the man’s direction. Withered by life, his eyes beautiful and haunting and if Ailoca hadn’t known any better she would have continued to stare. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes threatening to burn with his question.
She was Eleazar Stone’s wife. This man recognized her. Knew him. Swallowing the lump in her throat that threatened to strangle her, she gave him a weary bob. Adrenaline still dully pulsed through her veins, causing her forearms to tense and sting. “He is my husband. Yes. Were you a friend of the his?”
“For a brief time, yeah…” The man continued, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed a lump of nerves. Fidgeting, hands crossing and uncrossing together, he kept his gaze lowered… averted, submissively, so, “Wasn’t a whole lot of good about the mines in Fandrigal… But Eleazar? He got most of us through it. And when the shaft caved and we thought we were done for, he helped us escape. Kept the Cult off our backs, single-handedly. Hell of a man, your husband. Swore on my life I’d go back for him, someday, but I uh…” Rubbing his shoulder, he shrugged, “I’m no soldier…”
Ailoca inhaled sharply, pressing her thumb underneath her eye, hoping to slow any process of grief that could have expressed itself on her face. She offered the strange man a kind smile, keeping her hands firmly folded in her lap. “He was the...he is the incredible. He would give life for another, and he has a beautiful soul.” Nibbling the inside of her cheek, her light green eyes darted to the ground below. “Do not...do not the stress on that. He the understands. I told myself same thing, long time go. He will be the okay. I will the find him one day. Swear on my grave.”
“Oh, I don’t have any doubts. You’re very brave. Th...the way you lot handled those machines out there. Took down that ship.” Looking up for the first time, he smiled faintly, “And hey, who knows. Only escaped a few weeks back. Might be he’s still there in the mines, you know?”
“Oh, I did not do the taking of outs. That was Nef.” She offered him a sheepish smile, she noticed a glimmer of hope in his smile, and for a moment her heart jumped in her chest at the thought. “That is...that is the possible. You have coordinates for where you the were in there? He is the strong, he could survive…” Silian’s words came to mind, the idea that this was some sort of disillusion disheartening to the young woman. But she refused to believe he was dead. If he was gone, Ailoca would have died of heartbreak. She would have felt him leave. She swore it on her life.
“Survive? Oh, I don’t half doubt it. They’re keepin’ him alive for sure. Watched a man take a blazer to the chest for droppin’ a fork durin’ mess. Your husband? No offense meant, but he caused all kinds of worse trouble and they never touched him. Wouldn’t lay a finger… My guess is it has somethin’ to do with the whole Conversion thing they’ve been talkin’ about.” Shrugging again, the man shifted, “But yeah, I could probably get you the location, easy enough. My… my directional sense is a bit wonky, all things considered… but I can still read a map.”
“Oh the God, you think the Cult has him?” Her heart dropped in her chest at the thought. It made more than enough sense. If he had gotten out and was surviving the mines on his own, he would have been able to get a distress call out by now. Knowing the Cult, knowing who was in the cult...she swore a small part of her wanted to find a safe place to scream. She placed her hand over her mouth before lowering it to cup her cheek, her heart slamming against her chest. “What is the Conversion thing? If you can read the map we can the get there….” Ailoca swallowed. It may have been irresponsible, especially now that she had a full team but...there was Elie…
And a chance to do damage to the cult itself. “Oh, the thank you, dear sir, thank you-”
“I know they do. Saw it with my own eyes. They’ve got us in the mines day and night, but Eleazar? There was a group, you know? Picked special. Cult kept an eye on them, made sure they were healthy… well fed.” Sinking into himself a little he frowned, “Don’t know much about it. Just heard them talkin’ about it once or twice. Your husband? There was this real nasty Cultist, Jamar… Always pickin’ on the smaller ones. Had a thing for it, if you know what I mean? Anyway… Your husband, he took Jamar to the edge of the canyon deep in the mines and just… chucked him right off. We all thought he was done for after that. Showed up at Mess the next day, not a scratch on him. Heard one of the guards mumbling about it later, how he couldn’t wait till Conversion. When he could finally stop coddling the special ones. I asked Eleazar, but he didn’t seem to know what it was about.”
“Oh, that is Elie…” She mused, a light snort escaping her at the image. It still hurt her deeply with this knowledge, but he was alive. He was alive and captive and she needed to find him immediately. God, he was alive. She just prayed he knew that she was okay, that she was going to find him, that she was going to bring them home so he could meet his children. His children were going to have a father. “Conversion...you do not the think they want to turn him to cultist?” She questioned, horror at the idea as it flashed into her head. “W-was he the okay when you s-saw him? You said he was the fed? Oh my the God, oh, we need to the find him the soon as the possible…” Her words became more and more jumbled as stress over took her head. She placed her hand over her forehead, trying to calm her breathing.
“Can’t imagine it’s that…” The man chuckled lightly, “All things considered, he wouldn’t turn willingly. He was fine last I saw him, though… Little scuffled from the cave in, but otherwise, seemed totally healthy. Get me a map of Fandrigal, and I can draw you the coordinates.”
“Oh thank the God. I can find a map for you..I do not know if I have the one but Fulcrum may be able to the help...or pretty lady could be of help.” She commented, shoulders slumped. She wasn’t sure if her new found team was going to agree to this. She only recognized one...one who she loved dearly(But could never say so out loud), but the rest were strangers. She ran her fingers through her hair. “I will the get you it. T-thank you. Thank you for the help.”
“Sure thing. I mean… I owe you. You guys saved the day, today. You and Eleazar? Hell of a match, miss. Really. It’s an honor to have known you both.” Shakily, almost as uneasily as he’d approached, the man held out a hand, “Thank you.”
“You the owe me nothing. This is the more than enough.” She gratefully grasped his hand, shaking it before raising it to kiss his knuckles in appreciation. She released him as soon as she had held on. “I do not the think I got your name or gave the proper intro the duction, sir.”
Blushing, the man stammered for a moment, before raking his hand through his hair, “Uh… Ky-Kyrian. No last name. I…. I was born into it. The Slavers Union. N-not really sure what to do, now that I’m out, you know?”
“Oh! I am...the terrible of sorries. Kyrian is the beautiful name.” She reassured him easily, before tilting her head at him. “How did you the know I was Elie’s wife? That and the...if you need the place, there is station I live with free room.”
“He has a picture of you.” Smiling faintly, Kyrian shrugged, “One of the guards tried to take it once, and he just about smashed the guy’s face in. Before we got out, he made us promise if we made it to the border, to the Rebel hideout, that we were to look for you. Tell you he was safe and comin’ home.” Chuckling, he bowed his head, “And I appreciate the offer, but I’ve got a place here. Refugees are treated pretty good on Neo Earth, you know?”
“Oh, that is definitely my Elie.” She commented with a sober smile, rubbing the back of her hand over her still scorching eyes. Without asking first, Ailoca stepped forward and gave the man a firm squeeze, pulling away from him soon after if the action proved to be uncomfortable. “Thank you the again for the hope you have the brought. You have made my life the little brighter. And...I am the glad you have good family and ties here. But if you the need me, you the let me know.”
Blinking, eyes slightly wide as he recovered from the unexpected embrace, Kyrian gave a firm nod, “O-of course. And as soon as you get that map bring it my way. I’m over at the rec center on Trumpet Avenue. You can just ask for Mole. That’s uh… that’s what the call me over that way. And good luck. Eleazar’s lucky to have you, too.”
“Oh I did not mean the uncomfort.” Ailoca vowed, her posture growing relaxed at the directions. She swore she could feel excitement burrow deeply into her chest, suffocating any of the horror that was there initially. “I will the meet you soon. I owe you the whole of the world.” She promised with a cheery beam, her heart in her throat.
Eleazar was alive. And she was going to be finding him very soon.
Ailoca was convinced during the last stretch of the fight she wasn’t going to survive, that the destruction of the Razer was going to cause massive destruction. Eili and Kili’s faces flashed through her head, and she pressed her head to the safety of the circuit board. But damn, Fulcrum, Tank, all of the mechs pulled through, working together to lower the threat to safety in the courtyard. No one in the mechs had passed. Ailoca survived. Ailoca survived an intergalactic battle.
She was ecstatic to be on the ground when Fulcrum landed. And she kept her promise, kissing the ground beneath her in praise and gratitude to whatever cosmic being was watching over her. Fulcrum rumbled at the response, presumably a laugh. There was a jumbling of words from Ailoca, particularly that she loved the massive hunk of metal and that she was blessed to have him be her mech, to even have him as a companion. She wasn’t sure if any of her words were sensical at the time, but she hoped that Fulcrum at least understood her sentiments and how fond she was of him.
She found herself seating herself to listen to the white haired woman, a beauty in her own right, but young and scared, attempting to keep herself composed despite the overwhelming stressors that must have been placed on her shoulders. Crossing her legs and respectfully cupping her hands over her knee, a voice broke through to her. She tentatively turned her head in the man’s direction. Withered by life, his eyes beautiful and haunting and if Ailoca hadn’t known any better she would have continued to stare. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes threatening to burn with his question.
She was Eleazar Stone’s wife. This man recognized her. Knew him. Swallowing the lump in her throat that threatened to strangle her, she gave him a weary bob. Adrenaline still dully pulsed through her veins, causing her forearms to tense and sting. “He is my husband. Yes. Were you a friend of the his?”
“For a brief time, yeah…” The man continued, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed a lump of nerves. Fidgeting, hands crossing and uncrossing together, he kept his gaze lowered… averted, submissively, so, “Wasn’t a whole lot of good about the mines in Fandrigal… But Eleazar? He got most of us through it. And when the shaft caved and we thought we were done for, he helped us escape. Kept the Cult off our backs, single-handedly. Hell of a man, your husband. Swore on my life I’d go back for him, someday, but I uh…” Rubbing his shoulder, he shrugged, “I’m no soldier…”
Ailoca inhaled sharply, pressing her thumb underneath her eye, hoping to slow any process of grief that could have expressed itself on her face. She offered the strange man a kind smile, keeping her hands firmly folded in her lap. “He was the...he is the incredible. He would give life for another, and he has a beautiful soul.” Nibbling the inside of her cheek, her light green eyes darted to the ground below. “Do not...do not the stress on that. He the understands. I told myself same thing, long time go. He will be the okay. I will the find him one day. Swear on my grave.”
“Oh, I don’t have any doubts. You’re very brave. Th...the way you lot handled those machines out there. Took down that ship.” Looking up for the first time, he smiled faintly, “And hey, who knows. Only escaped a few weeks back. Might be he’s still there in the mines, you know?”
“Oh, I did not do the taking of outs. That was Nef.” She offered him a sheepish smile, she noticed a glimmer of hope in his smile, and for a moment her heart jumped in her chest at the thought. “That is...that is the possible. You have coordinates for where you the were in there? He is the strong, he could survive…” Silian’s words came to mind, the idea that this was some sort of disillusion disheartening to the young woman. But she refused to believe he was dead. If he was gone, Ailoca would have died of heartbreak. She would have felt him leave. She swore it on her life.
“Survive? Oh, I don’t half doubt it. They’re keepin’ him alive for sure. Watched a man take a blazer to the chest for droppin’ a fork durin’ mess. Your husband? No offense meant, but he caused all kinds of worse trouble and they never touched him. Wouldn’t lay a finger… My guess is it has somethin’ to do with the whole Conversion thing they’ve been talkin’ about.” Shrugging again, the man shifted, “But yeah, I could probably get you the location, easy enough. My… my directional sense is a bit wonky, all things considered… but I can still read a map.”
“Oh the God, you think the Cult has him?” Her heart dropped in her chest at the thought. It made more than enough sense. If he had gotten out and was surviving the mines on his own, he would have been able to get a distress call out by now. Knowing the Cult, knowing who was in the cult...she swore a small part of her wanted to find a safe place to scream. She placed her hand over her mouth before lowering it to cup her cheek, her heart slamming against her chest. “What is the Conversion thing? If you can read the map we can the get there….” Ailoca swallowed. It may have been irresponsible, especially now that she had a full team but...there was Elie…
And a chance to do damage to the cult itself. “Oh, the thank you, dear sir, thank you-”
“I know they do. Saw it with my own eyes. They’ve got us in the mines day and night, but Eleazar? There was a group, you know? Picked special. Cult kept an eye on them, made sure they were healthy… well fed.” Sinking into himself a little he frowned, “Don’t know much about it. Just heard them talkin’ about it once or twice. Your husband? There was this real nasty Cultist, Jamar… Always pickin’ on the smaller ones. Had a thing for it, if you know what I mean? Anyway… Your husband, he took Jamar to the edge of the canyon deep in the mines and just… chucked him right off. We all thought he was done for after that. Showed up at Mess the next day, not a scratch on him. Heard one of the guards mumbling about it later, how he couldn’t wait till Conversion. When he could finally stop coddling the special ones. I asked Eleazar, but he didn’t seem to know what it was about.”
“Oh, that is Elie…” She mused, a light snort escaping her at the image. It still hurt her deeply with this knowledge, but he was alive. He was alive and captive and she needed to find him immediately. God, he was alive. She just prayed he knew that she was okay, that she was going to find him, that she was going to bring them home so he could meet his children. His children were going to have a father. “Conversion...you do not the think they want to turn him to cultist?” She questioned, horror at the idea as it flashed into her head. “W-was he the okay when you s-saw him? You said he was the fed? Oh my the God, oh, we need to the find him the soon as the possible…” Her words became more and more jumbled as stress over took her head. She placed her hand over her forehead, trying to calm her breathing.
“Can’t imagine it’s that…” The man chuckled lightly, “All things considered, he wouldn’t turn willingly. He was fine last I saw him, though… Little scuffled from the cave in, but otherwise, seemed totally healthy. Get me a map of Fandrigal, and I can draw you the coordinates.”
“Oh thank the God. I can find a map for you..I do not know if I have the one but Fulcrum may be able to the help...or pretty lady could be of help.” She commented, shoulders slumped. She wasn’t sure if her new found team was going to agree to this. She only recognized one...one who she loved dearly(But could never say so out loud), but the rest were strangers. She ran her fingers through her hair. “I will the get you it. T-thank you. Thank you for the help.”
“Sure thing. I mean… I owe you. You guys saved the day, today. You and Eleazar? Hell of a match, miss. Really. It’s an honor to have known you both.” Shakily, almost as uneasily as he’d approached, the man held out a hand, “Thank you.”
“You the owe me nothing. This is the more than enough.” She gratefully grasped his hand, shaking it before raising it to kiss his knuckles in appreciation. She released him as soon as she had held on. “I do not the think I got your name or gave the proper intro the duction, sir.”
Blushing, the man stammered for a moment, before raking his hand through his hair, “Uh… Ky-Kyrian. No last name. I…. I was born into it. The Slavers Union. N-not really sure what to do, now that I’m out, you know?”
“Oh! I am...the terrible of sorries. Kyrian is the beautiful name.” She reassured him easily, before tilting her head at him. “How did you the know I was Elie’s wife? That and the...if you need the place, there is station I live with free room.”
“He has a picture of you.” Smiling faintly, Kyrian shrugged, “One of the guards tried to take it once, and he just about smashed the guy’s face in. Before we got out, he made us promise if we made it to the border, to the Rebel hideout, that we were to look for you. Tell you he was safe and comin’ home.” Chuckling, he bowed his head, “And I appreciate the offer, but I’ve got a place here. Refugees are treated pretty good on Neo Earth, you know?”
“Oh, that is definitely my Elie.” She commented with a sober smile, rubbing the back of her hand over her still scorching eyes. Without asking first, Ailoca stepped forward and gave the man a firm squeeze, pulling away from him soon after if the action proved to be uncomfortable. “Thank you the again for the hope you have the brought. You have made my life the little brighter. And...I am the glad you have good family and ties here. But if you the need me, you the let me know.”
Blinking, eyes slightly wide as he recovered from the unexpected embrace, Kyrian gave a firm nod, “O-of course. And as soon as you get that map bring it my way. I’m over at the rec center on Trumpet Avenue. You can just ask for Mole. That’s uh… that’s what the call me over that way. And good luck. Eleazar’s lucky to have you, too.”
“Oh I did not mean the uncomfort.” Ailoca vowed, her posture growing relaxed at the directions. She swore she could feel excitement burrow deeply into her chest, suffocating any of the horror that was there initially. “I will the meet you soon. I owe you the whole of the world.” She promised with a cheery beam, her heart in her throat.
Eleazar was alive. And she was going to be finding him very soon.