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Aegle Vitus

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Jun 15 2016, 10:26 PM
Someone really needed to figure out a way to let huntsmen listen to music in combat. It seemed to Aegle that such an innovation would be certain to make tons and tons of money. After all, it seemed like everyone she knew, herself included, listened to music while they practised, so why shouldn't they be able to listen to their favourite tunes when locked in legitimate combat? Of course, Aegle knew the primary reason why it wasn't feasible to listen to music in the middle of a fight. Hearing was one of the most important senses a huntsman had, and depriving one's self of it would be a significant handicap. Still, if they could make a full body exoskeleton to let a girl like her fight, surely they could come up with something that would let her listen to music without compromising her situational awareness.

Aegle mused distractedly up and down this line of thought as she repeated the familiar motions of training. Motions she had, in one form or another, performed on a nearly daily basis for almost half a decade, and which made up the very foundation of her fighting style. Despite her unusual personality and eclectic sense of style, Aegle had always been very traditional when it came to technique, the cause of which was almost certainly her approach to training and practice. When other huntsman talked about practicing, they usually referred to honing a specific skills above and beyond the foundation of their overall fighting style; Aegle's specific deviation from this tendency said a lot about her, whether the orange haired girl knew it or not. Where gunslingers would practice trickshots and duelists might perfect their favourite repostes. Aegle had never developed any exceptional maneuvers or unique technique. Instead, she had focused merely on building the foundation for her chosen art form. Then, through days and months of dedicated practice, she had reinforced that foundation till she was utterly without peer among fellow amateur boxers. She was still a novice, there as no doubt about that, but she was such an exceptionally skilled novice that, often times, it took her opponents a few punches to even notice. By that time, Aegle's other defining trait, that being her boldness, had often rendered discussion of her amateurish style wholly moot. Afterall, enough simple but effective jabs would end a fight just as easily as one excruciatingly precise super move.

So, while Aegle's muscles performed a succession of identical but simplistic combinations, her mind wandered. She was, as could probably be guessed, listening to music while trained, though the source of her music was around her neck rather than cupped over her ears. She'd been snuck up on a couple of times since she'd gotten to Titan, and had learned that it was better to just turn up the volume and lost a bit of fidelity, rather than risk punching another faculty member in the kidneys. Shifting her attention away from her music for a moment, Aegle appreciated the familiar burning in her muscles and the tell tale strain of exertion it represented. She had followed the doctor's orders and taken a bit of time to rest, but the period had left her feeling pent up and out of practice. It felt good to finally cut loose again and Aegle looked forward to pushing herself to the absolute limit for the first time in more than a week.

Aegle had chosen one of Titan's many training cells, bordering the campus' main gym, for her revivifying training session. Like most of the other cells, it was a roughly square chamber with three concrete walls and a concrete floor, the sort of place where one might discharge a dust weapon without fear of property damage. Fortunately, seeing as Aegle preferred to practice au natuel, the use of a dust weapon was not necessary to use one of the cells. Her hoody lay in a crumpled heap by the steel door that lead into the cell, alongside a bottle of water and her scroll. Beside the reinforced door was a slightly opaque viewing window, also reinforced, for the benefit of both those outside and within the cell. Aegle's attention, however, was set upon the cell's back wall, where the faded figure that was her shadow danced to match her quickening movements. Sweat stood out on the skin of her arms and shoulders, both of which were left bare by the faded black tanktop she wore. and streamed down her face in tiny saline rivulets. Even her cargo pants had begun to cling to her legs, while the bands of her brace had begun chaffing against her skin. Aegle didn't mind though. She relished the feeling, for it was one that she had missed sorely in the weeks since that big mess at the Boreal lake. She had already turned down her brace as low as its safety lock would let it go, and she was eager to drive herself into insensible exhaustion for the first time in almost fourteen days... She thought she might even be able to do it before the rest of her team went to bed...
May 6 2016, 08:33 PM
The sunset really did look quite pretty from on top of the dorms, Aegle thought to herself as she settled on the night darkened ledge which overlooked the school grounds. How much time had passed since then, she wondered privately, as her emerald eyes scanned the darkened campus, populated intermittently by pale globes of light. She had never been good at watching the time, which was really a pretty ironic trait for someone of her particular disposition to have. So ironic in fact, that even Aegle herself had realised the amusing contradiction of being bad at handling her time. She made up for it though, by milking every last moment she could out of every day she had, or she tried to at least. That was the whole reason she as on the roof after all, or the particular part of the roof she was on anyway. It was a stretch of unadorned rooftop that was, as far as Aegle had been able to determine, wholly inaccessible through traditional means. Had she been a little more practical in her imaginative wanderings, she might have wondered exactly how any maintenance was performed on this section of roof. Instead, Aegle had just seen a spot where few people had likely stood and had wanted to know what the world looked like from up there. Perhaps it was a result of her relatively small stature, but she had always been easily charmed by high places and the views which they might provide.

So Aegle had started working her way slowly up the side of the dormitories. Acutely aware that, were she spotted, she would probably be stopped, she'd also gone to much greater pains than she usually would have to keep her climb discreet. As a result, the climb had taken most of the afternoon, and she'd only just been in time to watch the sun go down over the west side of the campus. It had been worth it though. The sun had painted everything a lovely honey colour, and what hadn't dripped like molten gold had become a bruised red in the proceeding twilight. It had been lovely.

After that, Aegle had gone through her evening exercises. She'd been taking it easy on them for the last week or so under specific orders from more than one concerned doctor, but she'd felt strong enough to give them the whole go that night. If she was honest, it was the sunset that had inspired her. So Aegle had worked herself into a lather to burn off as much of the days remaining energy and, with it, most of her aura before she was finally satisfied. Sometimes she felt full to bursting, and it was good to let all that pent up energy out at the end of a long day.

Feeling the sweat as it cooled on her skin, and the first fledgeling chills of night as it bit through her hoodie, Aegle took in the campus in all its minute detail one last time, and then slipped towards the edge of the roof. She was small for her age, barely larger than five feet, as well as much, much lighter than any girl her size had any right to be, and she moved with a strange awkwardness. Which is not to say that she moved with any amount of difficult; To the contrary, Aegle moved with self assurance that a tight rope walker might have envied. She did limp however, and couldn't quite manage to stand up fully straight, though neither of these facts impeded her movements all that much. In fact, she had developed her own, nearly graceful gait, somewhere between a skip and a lope, as thought to complement her pigeontoed limp. Her shockingly orange mohawk, which rose twelve inches straight up in all defiance of physics, bobbed lightly in time with each step she took. Reaching the very same edge from which she had first mantled onto the roof, Aegle swung herself over and, with a loud whirring sound, lowered herself carefully onto the ornamental ledge which ran around that side of the building. Muscles tensed, Aegle shuffled crabwise along the ledge till her hand alighted upon a smooth metal conduit that ran up the side of the dormitories. Aegle was not entirely sure what this pipe was used for, though she was acutely aware of the quiet buzzing noise that came from within it. Joints clicking quietly, Aegle whirred again as she swung herself lightly out from the building and standing-straddled the pipe. Then, with a noise like an electric motor straining to move a weight far heavier than what it was designed for, she gripped the pipe and, hand over hand, began her descent. She was acutely aware of the fact that the windows on either side of the pipe, which had looked in upon empty rooms when she'd climbed it earlier, now provided occasional glimpses of life and activity. Some of the residents were already sleeping, and their windows showed only darkness, but some showed individual members or whole teams living their private lives. Aegle, acutely aware of the fact that she probably shouldn't spy on people, tried not to look too much as she worked her way carefully down the pipe. She was also glad that the cold climate of the campus meant most of the windows were closed, because her passage was not a quiet one. Excepting the occasional grunt of effort as she sought some sort of foot hold, Aegle didn't make much noise. Instead, an air of audible, mechanical strain hung about her like a miasma. It was the sound of small motors, too many to count, which were at the limit and, had any windows actually been open, the occupants of the rooms they looked into were sure to hear. Aegle glanced down considerately. She was just past the third floor which meant a drop of at least forty feet. If her aura had been full, she could have probably made that leap with relative ease. Given that she'd spent at least an hour depleting her aura, though, she was more likely to break a leg if she tried jumping now. Hindsight really was 20/20. Resigned, Aegle resumed her slow and, for her at least ,agonizingly slow descent...
Apr 26 2016, 01:24 AM
"Are you absolutely certain?" The nurse asked in a careful, unobtrusive tone which was perfectly calculated to prod someone into reconsidering a particularly bad decision. It was, in Aegle's personal experience, the sort of tone nurses always used when addressing her, and it would have come as a shock to the orange haired girl to hear a nurse address her any differently.
"Sure-Sure~" Aegle answered with a complicated, flip-flopping wave of one hand as the other tugged at the shirt she'd been given out of the giftshop to replace the sorry piece of apparel she'd arrived in the night before. "My parents have everything I need, and I can change the bandages myself." She offered this information in a tone of supreme confidence and self assurance which she reserved specifically for addressing medical professionals, especially those who were expressing inordinate care for her personal well being. While she wasn't a guileful sort of person in any real capacity, sheer exposure had taught Aegle a few tricks for dealing with doctors and nurses. The best thing to do was to assure them that everything they would have done would still get done, and if you could predict what they were going to ask you to do, all the better. That being said, and Aegle still being Aegle, she didn't wholly recognize the sceptical expression which spread across the nurse's face.
"Riiight..." The nurse, whose name tag was obscured, said with deliberate misgivings laced thickly into her voice, "Well, if you experience a recurrence..."
"I'll let someone know immediately." Aegle cut in quickly, her smile stretching to uncomfortable width in her plaintively obvious efforts to placate the nurse. When the nurse's expression didn't change, she quickly added, "And I will drink plenty of fluids?"
Apparently satisfied, or at least past the point of professional interest, the nurse tapped something on her scroll. Then she waited a few seconds and, noting that Aegle had not moved, raised a solitary eyebrow in inquiry. Aegle, for her part, wasn't paying attention and, instead, was looking around expectantly. It took the clearing of the nurse's throat to actually capture her attention.
"Uh..." The orange haired girl tipped her head, "Is someone gonna push me out? I'd do it myself, but the doctor got pretty cross with me last time..."
The nurse blinked, but offered no indication as to what exactly Aegle had said to give her pause. Finally, she just shook her head.
"You're checking yourself out. You've assumed all liability..."
It was Aegle's turn to blink and look blankly at the nurse. Sighing, the nurse settled back in her seat and waved dismissively.
"You can walk yourself out." She offered in a tired tone.
"Oh."
Smiling broadly, Aegle pushed herself out of the wheel chair which had brought her down to the lobby, gave a big stretch, and then grunted somewhat when the extremity of said stretch pulled something a bit too tight just above chest. The nurse watched impassively as Aegle, whirring quietly with each motion, rolled her joints and carefully stretched in a way that wouldn't put any strain on the many stitches that covered various parts of her body. Finally, when Aegle was apparently done, the still seated woman asked, "Where did you get the chair from, anyway?"
"Dunno." Aegle shrugged, "Just lyin' around. Have a nice day~" And with that, she turned on her heels to leave.

Her clothes had been cut off of her the night before, shortly following her collapse in the middle of the emergency room admittance area, and what had replaced them couldn't have been any less flattering. A pair of concrete grey sweat pants, two sizes too large, covered her legs and clashed loudly with her hiking boots, while a navy blue sweatshirt with "Mantellian Hospital" printed on the lapel, also at least one size too large, hung off her shoulders. Both articles had come out of the hospital's gift shop, which Aegle had passed on her way to the administration desk, and neither looked especially up to the task of clothing the diminutive girl. They covered up the brace well enough though, so they were as good as the richest rainbow robes so far as Aegle was concerned. As she limped lightly towards the exit, she didn't give off the impression of someone who'd been admitted for multiple gunshot wounds, a dozen or more deep contusions, mild blood loss and, most seriously, acute bradycardia. In fact, she seemed to be in relatively high spirits, if a little bit pale. After all, this was nothing she hadn't dealt with before. All right, the bullet wounds were certainly new, and the bloodloss for that matter, but everything else was pretty familiar ground where Aegle was concerned. The requisite few days or so of 'taking it easy' were going to be zero fun at all, she knew, but she had managed to go a few days without exercising before and, if she dug down real deep, she was sure she could do it again. Besides, it would be nice to see her mom and dad again, even if she knew they were going to kick up the same old fuss about 'too much excitement' in her life... Aegle was actually kind of looking forward to her father's inevitable entreaty to focus on the less physical aspects of huntsmanship.
Mar 27 2016, 02:57 AM
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Mar 22 2016, 10:12 PM
It occurred to Aegle, though distantly and without any real urgency, that it was probably getting late and that she should probably get back to her dorm room. That this thought, or some thought much like it, had occurred to her numerous times since the sun had gone down, did nothing to further incline her towards paying it any more than the most cursory notice. She did wonder exactly how much time had passed since the sun had slipped behind the dorms and thrown the whole courtyard beyond into darkness. It was an absent sort of wonder though and denied any real traction in Aegle's mind by the simple fact that the majority of her concentration was elsewhere. More specifically, the majority of Aegle's focus was centred upon a jump rope, and the rhythmic jumping thereof. She'd been at it quite a while too, having made it to a thousand skips on each foot, and was presently just going for as long as she could without missing a beat.

Jump rope had long been one of her favourite exercises, right alongside shadow boxing and practising her stances. It took up very little space, could be done just about anywhere, required very little equipment and was an excellent way to burn off excess energy and gauge the health of her heart. It wasn't as involved as shadow boxing, though certainly as if not more intensive, and lacked the soothing routine of forms practice, but there was something to be said for an exercise that challenged timing, balance and endurance all at the same time. It was just too bad she wasn't allowed to do it in her dorm after all those complaints from the team under her room.

So here Aegle stood or, more accurately, hopped. A girl of very, very slight build, bordering on malnourished in fact, and just barely taller than five feet. She wore her usual work out attire, which is to say her outfit was some close sister to what she usually wore. A baggy, weathered hoody hid most of her upper body minuteness, while a pair of too long cargo pants did the same for her legs. These baggy clothes also mostly, but not entirely, concealed the labouring source of rhythmic whirring which came near constantly from each of Aegle's joints. Only the silvery loops around her wrists and ankles were visible of her brace, and then only occasionally when a particular jump exposed them. Her mohawk, which had stood tall and proud as a rooster's comb when she'd begun, presently hung limp and wilted down one side of her head, thoroughly defeated and sodden with sweat.

Once again, Aegle distantly wondered what the time was, except this time it was with the added concern of whether or not there was a curfew. She thought she would be done pretty soon anyway, but it would be pretty sad to get some sort of demerit because she hadn't been able to tire herself out quickly enough. Aegle briefly entertained the possibility of further limiting the brace's output, so that she would get tired quicker. While she usually exercised restraint to not put too much strain on herself, it was still fun sometimes to push the envelope. Afterall, it was entirely because she had pushed herself that she barely ever used some of the brace's higher settings anymore. In the end, however, Aegle decided against it, though her reasons had less to do with discretion and more to do with the fact that stopping to adjust the brace's power would disrupt her rhythm, and she was on her way to a highscore!
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