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Aegle Vitus
 Posted: Jun 15 2016, 10:26 PM
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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...
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Aeenmae Fontine
 Posted: Jun 19 2016, 08:42 AM
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Aegle Vitus. A Titan student just like her, but a handful of years younger and apparently quite the up-and-comer if Meda's words were anything to go by. Multiple gunshot wounds, a collection of broken bones, and who knew how much physical trauma, and the girl had still managed to carry Mae off to a hospital before losing consciousness. Aeenmae had thought she was going to die in that forest. What that would mean for her would-be killers and their lifespan relative to Altimeda's wrath was uncertain, but the blonde could not say she minded not finding out. Her memories of the day were fuzzy at best, and almost all the details she had gathered about her savior had disappeared in the near-comatose state she had entered in the hospital. Meda had filled in the holes as best he could, and she had set off for the school as soon as the go-ahead was given.

Typically she would have taken an airship, but given her recent experience with flying craft, she had instead elected to take the slower ride back to the city by car. A car with armor plating and bulletproof glass. A car with an internal oxygen filtration system and CCT-connected distress beacons. A car Altimeda had chosen and insisted on. He was nothing if not protective.

The car pulled in to the school and Aeenmae hopped out. She was surprisingly spry, her Aura doing more healing with the treatment she had received spurring it along the way. Only stiffness remained, and she attributed most of that to the grievously long car ride rather than any lingering pains from the crash and calamity.

Mae swept into the school and set to work immediately. She queried faculty, prodded desk workers, and interrogated passersby. Most of them said the same thing: "If you're looking for Aegle Vitus, check the training yards." Training yards were not hard to find on Atlas grounds, and it would take her more than a few hours to search them all. She tapped a message out on her scroll. Minutes passed as she tapped her foot, but eventually that familiar vibration answered her question: South gate training cells. Fourth one down. Orange hair, can't miss her.

With renewed enthusiasm, Aeenmae took off through the school at a near-jog, legs carrying her as fast as they could without her appearing distressed. A handful of corridors later and she found herself in the training blocks, walled rooms designed for harder training with stronger reinforcements to allow for more intense use of Dust and Semblances. Aeenmae herself used these rooms fairly often, as her own Semblance was reasonably destructive and the average training fields did not quite stand up.

The static-filled buzz of loud music through small speakers met her ears as she neared, and the discarded sweatshirt resting near a water bottle alerted Mae to the only room in use at the moment. Curiosity getting the best of her, she approached the viewing window, boots silent on the floors as she unconsciously entered the feather step that her older brother had taught to move quietly. Peering through the viewing window, Aeenmae cased her subject. Orange hair, mechanized brace, punk styling. That's her, good. Would've been super fuckin' awkward to spy on someone I haven't met. For some minutes, she waited, watched, hands resting on the sheathes of Hyalo as she leaned one shoulder against the wall and crossed one foot over the other.

Searching for a pause in the cadence of Aegle's training, she rapped her knuckles against the glass. "Knock knock, sugar!" Her voice was markedly more singsong now that she was not recovering from being thrown from an airship, and it would not have surprised her if Aegle did not recognize it. But the sly, always-a-little-sarcastic smile that Aeenmae's pouty lips formed would be unmistakable.

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Aegle Vitus
 Posted: Jun 19 2016, 02:14 PM
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It wasn't often that Aegle was as exposed as she was in the middle of that training cell. Her penchant for baggy, form hiding clothes was well known, as was her eclectic fashion sense that tended to draw attention away from her stooped posture and somewhat awkward gait. While her trademark orange Mohawk was far from a simple distraction intended to draw attention away from her less positive traits, it still performed that particular task all the same. The same could be said for the eye gouging orange colour she favoured. It was still her favourite color, but it also did an admirable job discouraging people from looking too long at her upper body.

In the middle of the training cell, dressed in plain cargo pants and a black tank top that was tending towards grey in its old age, a few things about Aegle were more evident than usual. For one thing, the faint hunch in her posture was more pronounced and harder to dismiss as just a deliberate slouch. For another, it was clear that the skinny, bordering on gaunt, qualities of her face and neck were not isolated to what was above her shoulders. With her tank top clinging and her arms and shoulders left exposed, it was very apparent just how distressingly skinny Aegle was. Her arms were scarcely thicker than the thin metal armatures supporting them, and what muscle she did have was understated where it wasn't nearly invisible. If one positive thing could be said about her, however, it was that there was literally not an ounce of fat anywhere on her body. In fact, from how hard she worked just while Mae was watching, any sort of fat would find Aegle's body a very hostile environment indeed.

Watching Aegle train also made one other thing about her very obvious, that being her seemingly limitless energy. As Mae awaited a lull or logical pause to make her presence known, it became evident that Aegle would not soon provide her one. The pintsized pugilist was incessant in her form work as she flowed from one combination to the next without hesitation. She switched up her footing, struck southpaw, faded into a peak-a-boo guard, then lunged back in standard form. Each time it seemed like she might stop to take a breath or recenter herself, she merely adopted a new form of attack or mimicked some sort of defence. Her loud, increasingly ragged breathing soon rose above the burble of punk-rock coming out of her headphones, making each breath sound like a gasp, and each exhalation sound like a shout. Even then, she didn't slow down. In the few short minutes that Mae watch her, Aegle had, by forgoing the usual intermissions and breathers others might have taken, gone through her whole routine from start to finish in one breathtaking go.

It was only once she'd thrown the final punch that the sheer exertion of what she had just done seemed to catch up with Aegle. Like a puppet with its strings cut, she slumped forward and felt the faint burning in her muscles blossom into a scorching throb. Her lungs, all at once, felt as though they were on fire, while the back of her mouth tasted faintly of iron. Her head, clear just a moment before, at once was swimming in a fog of exhaustion. She savoured all of it as she gulped down breaths of air and slouched dangerous close to doubling over. This was what hard work felt like, this was what she'd been deprived of during the past week of recovery, and she had desperately missed it. Not that she was afforded much time to appreciate it.

"Knoc-knock, Sugar!" Aegle blinked and lifted her head quizzically, though she didn't immediately look in the direction the voice had come from. Taking a deep and deliberate breath, the orange haired girl rose back to her full height and, at once, banished all signs of weariness. Over the course of less than a second, she went from looking like she was about to collapse back to the way she had looked before she'd started her daily training. It wasn't just a change in posture either, but an utter reversal of body language complete with the sudden levelling of her breathless panting.
"Hello?" She asked quizzically as she tuned towards the voice. She was still covered in sweat so thick that her Mohawk had wilted and laid down one side of her head, but otherwise looked to be fresh and energized. When her searching emerald eyes, filled with the basic vitality which it was impossible to imitate, finally settled on Mae, they grew wide with recognition. She might not have immediately recognized the voice, but the face was immediately familiar.
"You!" She all but squeaked, as a broad grin spread across her face. She wiped back her sodden hair and, ambling easily, crossed the room to where Mae stood by the door.
"Hey, uh..." Aegle pointed and snapped her fingers at the taller woman, clearly dredging through her memories to find her visitors name.
"Mei, May, uh... Mae!" She was standing right in front of Mae by the time she actually remembered, "Aeenmae! I knew it was somethin' weird... I remember you~ You were the one who fell out of the sky. What's up?!"
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Oh good, she recognizes me. This is so much less awkward than I expected. Mae let that smile hang about her lips, leaning against the door frame. She flicked her brows at Aegle's sudden jump of liveliness, but she was astute enough to catch the delicate pulse of energy that preceded it. "Neat trick," she commented as Aegle approached.

"Mei, May, uh... Mae!" Aeenmae nodded in recognition, giving a pleased golf clap as Aegle put the pieces together. "Aeenmae! I knew it was somethin' weird... I remember you~ You were the one who fell out of the sky. What's up?!"

Mae's brows furrowed and she flattened her lips into scrunchy line. "Hey, sister, with a name like Aegle I wouldn't go around telling girls their name is funny, savvy?" She put her nose in the air, closed her eyes, and turned her head aside while bracing her fingers against her chest and declaring, "My name is elegant and beautiful," in her best snooty bureaucrat voice.

She held that pose for a moment before cracking the eye nearest Aegle open and letting a wide grin overtake her lips. In the next moment, she was laughing. "I kid, I kid, honestly I was pretty happy to hear your name when I woke up. Forgive the stalking, but my brother is pretty well connected and I was pretty determined to get a hold of you."

Mae held on to the why of that for now, expecting Aegle to question it. In truth, she was still puzzling that one out in her head; she did not honestly know why she had been so dead set on finding Aegle. There was something in her mind lingering about, some notion that she had to put to rest before it drove her mad, but she could not put her finger on it save that it involved interacting with the deus ex machina that had appeared in the form of this girl. By the look of her, she was a fair deal younger than Mae, likely about Melanine's age if her guess was right. That Aegle boasted the skill she did was impressive, but not surprising—not if the training sessions that Aeenmae had interrupted were as frequent as the blonde Huntress-to-be assume they were.

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Aegle Vitus
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"S'nothing wrong with my name." Aegle responded nearly immediately, and without a solitary hint of self awareness. She didn't think her name was strange, and people had been calling her it all her life.

The injured pride which was evident on her face quickly receded into unguarded curiosity as Mae continued. Being that she seldom thought hard or in any amount of depth about events as they were unfolding around her, she hadn't given Mae's random arrival that much thought.
"Your brother told you where to find me?" the orange haired youth inquired, in summary of her complete understanding for why Aeename was standing in front of her at that very moment. The interconnected minutia which had undoubtedly lead to this meeting didn't so much as register to Aegle, who had no real context for how difficult she would be to track down. Given that she was not the sort of person who'd ever really thought about personal privacy or discretion, she would never have considered the effort that might be necessary to learn about her life. The brief, uncertain interest she had shown for this dilemma quickly evaporated however, and was replaced by an air of ease which was soon epitomized by the smile which simultaneously formed on her lips.

"Well here I am..." Aegle told her in a friendly, unassuming way, as she diverted some attention to reaching down and scooping up her water bottle.
"Whatcha need then? Didja want me to punch some more people?" The lightness with which Aegle asked such a question perfectly mirrored the ease with which she had recovered from the events in the woods. Her injuries had been the only thing to have a truly significant impact on her life, and only then was it because they had prevented her from training.
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"Your brother told you where to find me?" Aeenmae nodded briskly. "Eeyeah, he's pretty good at that kind of thing. If you need to know something it's likely that he can find it for you." Mae left it at that, well aware that Altimeda was not the biggest proponent of discussing his business and not of a mind to step on his toes.

"Whatcha need then? Didja want me to punch some more people?" One track mind, this one. Mae raised her hands and waved them back and forth in front of her, still leaned against the wall. "Nah, sugar, nothing like that," she responded with a dismissive chuckle, crossing her arms casually under her breasts and regarding Aegle with a no-nonsense kind of stare. "I was gonna say I wanted to buy you a drink, but that doesn't really seem like your style." She pushed off the wall and strolled past Aegle, planting an amicable pat on the mohawken student as she cast her eyes wistfully around the training room.

"Altimeda taught me a long time ago to pay my debts," he explained, taking slow steps into the center of the room. "I didn't do that a couple'a times, and it came back and bit me. And while I'm all for a little foreplay"—she shot a sideways wink back at Aegle at that—"it was the kind of thing that leaves an impression on ya."

She spun on her heel and clapped her hands together enthusiastically, leaving them folded their as her eyes met Aegle's. "So I'm here to treat you to anything you like. The world is your oyster, your wish is my command. I got some connections and my family is kinda, awkwardly, like... super rich, so we can do anything you like." She seemed a little bashful at flaunting her wealth, but Aeenmae's offer was genuine, and it was clear she only mentioned it to drive home the point that she was absolutely sincere about "anything" being on the table. And so she waited, holding eye contact with Aegle with a hopeful grin and a mind to make up for lost time and consciousness.

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There was a couple of seconds where, following the conclusion of Mae's mission statement, that Aegle simply stared at the taller girl in silence, and while it wasn't a blank stare, it was about as close as a stare could get without looking totally clueless.
"Soo..." Aegle said carefully, running her fingers back through her hair in a vain attempt to breathe some life into the sodden mohawk. She seemed to be taking this all very seriously, if her expression was to be trusted, but there was a quality of innocent ignorance in the solemn and focused expression she'd adopted.
"So you're just here cause you wanna pay me back for saving you?"
Strangely enough, she actually contrived to look a little uncomfortable with the prospect. She felt like she had a solid enough grasp of the situation, but had evidently arrived at some conclusion she was having difficulty with. Not just because she clearly wasn't sure what Mae had been getting at with that comment about foreplay, either. Aegle was used to jokes and comments flying over her head, after all, and the wink that had accompanied Mae's nebulous comment fit the bill.

Unstopping her water bottle like she intended to douse something with its contents, Aegle rapidly upended and emptied it into her mouth, like water might somehow make her feel less out of her depth. She coughed a little at the last and, drawing her eyes off of Mae's, wiped her mouth off on her forearm. It was about then that she noticed that her forearm, and indeed all the remaining 'arm' connected to it, was bare to her shoulder. Her gaze transparently shifted to her wrist, then shoulder, and finally down the front of her body to take in her sweat stained tank top. When her emerald eyes finally returned to Mae's, the bore a stricken look of realization.
"Gotta listen to your big brother, right?" She asked, continuing her train of thought without taking her eyes off the taller girl, even as she crouched down and gathered up her hoody.
"That's what they're for, aren't they?" Aegle hastily pulled the torn and trampled garment over her head. It was at this point that her efforts to clothe herself were stymied by the slight hunch in her shoulders and the thin edges of metal that ran along the outside bends of her arms. It was clear that the brace, which her careless abandoning of her hoody had left exposed, had been designed to fit beneath baggy clothing. Its edges were minimized, and only really prominent where the brace's armatures connected to the padded cuffs that affixed it to Aegle's arms. That being the case, what edges were present still demanded some dexterity and care to keep from catching the material of the hoody.

Once she'd accomplished the arcane ritual of clothing herself, Aegle focused an entirely new expression on the taller Fontine, and despite being broadcast on her open and guileless face, it was equally unreadable to the expression which had come before it. Her emerald eyes were searching and her jaw set, while her eyebrows and mouth maintained a decidedly neutral arrangement. At a glance, it easily might have been mistaken for a blatant expression of expectation, though of what was anyone's guess. Yet there was something else to it which, while unguarded, remained subtle enough as to not be readily apparent. It was also quickly replaced by a smile which suggested the same uncertain discomfort she'd shown just a few moments earlier, before noticing that she didn't have her hoody on.
"I didn't do what I did..." She said, trying to be reassuring, yet also unknowingly diminishing her involvement, "cause I wanted some kinda reward."
Aegle's smile briefly lost its uncertain aspect, before she added, "I'm just glad that neither of us..." And what followed was a brief but perceptible pause, seemingly as Aegle's brain caught up with what her own mouth was about to say. "died."
The smile left Aegle's eyes at that moment and her expression became almost confused, before she averted her gaze entirely to look out the door. Moving awkwardly, nearly limping, around the taller girl, Aegle made for the door.
"M'gonna go have a shower... I probably stink real bad." She told Mae by way of fair well. "Was nice seein' ya... M'glad you're okay."
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