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Echo

I think this might become "how long can Aster go before he has to wear clothes." XD

There Are No Heroes

Chris rose an eyebrow as she waved him over, and, albeit frustrated, he really had no choice but to follow this rather irresponsible mechanic. He stepped through the door to the office and essentially grabbed the papers from her hand the moment it was passed towards him. He was fuming, though the muscles in his face did little to show the present frustration that pumped through him. He was only half-listening as she explained what was happening, instead just filling out the questions as they were asked quickly and efficiently.

At one point, the thought did come to him: Was she supposed to give this to me when I got here? But that seemed to be the end of it. He expected that this kind of mistake wasn’t uncommon when it came to this particular mechanic.
He would save final judgement for when he actually saw his car. Already he was itching to get back to work, and that was only causing his rage to build even further. God, if it kept building like this he’d have to start hunting for reasons to start hurting somebody, or at least a difficult-enough file to keep him occupied for a couple days. There were times where he dreamt of going overseas somewhere, just to get a chance to operate on some more exotic animals. Like everyone else near here, however, he was stuck.

“There, is that all?” He snapped as he dropped the papers back on the counter loud enough the whole office could hear it.

“Honestly, why would you bother doing anything at all if you’re going to half-ass it. I hope for this company’s sake that they are a little more perceptive when it comes to hiring employees in the future.”

The comment was pure venom from his lips. Words like sickening ichor stained the space as he took a deep breath. He was losing it ever so slightly. He could feel blackness scratching at his white morals the longer he stood here.

Weren’t his morals stronger than this? What happened? The question at this point had been answered millions of times: People. People were the problem, and he would continue to remind them of this until they proved otherwise.

Echo

Aster Rolan: Alive Again!

It felt like a moment to the fallen actor. Aster had walked across his final stage. He’d stood up in front of the greatest audience he had as they jeered and booed at the way he denied society.

Then Aster was executed. All the spotlight started to fade, and he was sure that there would be no light at the end of the tunnel. But then, his eyes pressed open. He rubbed the heel of his hands into them and stretched out his body as the sound of ticking gears and steam screeched around him.

“Ugh… I thought… I performed my finale already…” He thought as he cracked his neck and slowly started sitting up. He felt… good. His hand reached for his neck and saw there was no bruising, then it went for his hair, and it was in the same mess that it always was. As Aster started to move, his brain acknowledged that he wasn’t wearing any clothing, but Aster was anything but shy. In fact, he was more surprised by the sheer… perfection of his skin. It felt exactly the same. It felt like he hadn’t even died at all.

He heard another voice in the chamber, and his bright eyes snapped to the source. With an audience around, he couldn’t help but grin as his hands gripped the side of the table and he back-flipped onto his bed-thing in a standing position.
Yes, he was still naked. And no, he didn’t really care about that.

“Well well well!” He announced. His voice boomed through the chamber, “It’s a rare occasion in an Actor’s life when they obtain the opportunity for an encore! But here it is!”

His hands spread out above his head in an arch gesture, “I see it now! Aster Rolan: Alive Again!”

There were many thoughts in his head at that moment, but in reality, he thought there was only one proper response to all of this:

Joy. A chance to perform on his stage once again. But was it the same stage? And how much time had passed.

“Excuse me, sir,” he called to the doctor, “I’m assuming that you’re the one responsible for this, so, thank you, but do you think you could offer me the current date?”

There Are No Heroes

Chris’ ideal week was simple. He would get up each day, prepare for work in an orderly fashion, go treat family pets and other animals for extended hours each day, then go home. That was the best way for him to satisfy his own needs to do a good job as well as to keep him as a functioning member of society.

So it was easy to tell this week was beginning to grind at his nerves. He’d never been more relieved for Thursday to come. It was back from his third drive to Jennings in the past week that his car decided it would give up on him. The stupid thing had been his for a couple years now, and truthfully he had bought it used, but he assumed that the small- enough mileage meant that he could at least get three or four years out of it. Now there was a small part of him that wanted to drive back to where he’d bought the vehicle in the first place and beat the shit out of the man that sold it to him, but that would be wrong. He may have been a shoddy salesman, but that didn’t mean he deserved Chris’ wrath, unfortunately.

So Chris managed to call in a mechanic, found a cheap motel nearby, and reluctantly called his practice to tell them he couldn’t come in the next day. It was the only option he had really. His practice and home were on the other side of Silverstone, and there was no way he was making it through the city without any friends to transport him.

The mechanic told him it’d be ready by about 9, so Chris was ready by then. He showered around 8:15, changed into a collared shirt and slacks around 8:25, had a bagel and cheap coffee in hand ten minutes later, and was standing in front of the mechanics shop by 9 after the man in charge had picked him up, leaving them a few minutes of leeway for them to get his car ready. Unfortunately, it appeared that wasn’t the case. The man in charge said the mechanic working on his car wasn’t there yet and, after complaining about this employee for much long than he should’ve, told Chris to wait around until it was ready.
This left Chris with time to think, unfortunately. About the anger that was bubbling beneath his skin, and the violence through which he found his satisfaction. It had been ages since he’d felt bones crack beneath his fists, and that thought alone was enough to make him shudder with anticipation. That, plus the fact his work was being interrupted by damage even police couldn’t understand (that was clearly animalistic, but not from any animal Chris had ever seen) was sending his blood into a boil.

The world was always feeling different, and the number of people who were dark and impure was always growing. He was pensive and stoic as the girl whom he assumed was his mechanic walked over to him.

He raised an eyebrow at her appearance. Based on the total disarray of her appearance, it was easy to tell that she’d only just woken up a while ago and hadn’t put any effort into looking professional at all. Chris was unimpressed. He’d seen her briefly the day before, but he could barely remember what she’d said, or what she’d looked like.

“It’s closer to 11 than it should be,” he said grimly as he stared down at the expensive watch on his wrist.

“So, is it ready? Or does your incompetence know no bounds,” he growled, “I would hate to wait her longer when I was told it would be ready two hours ago.
Today is not a good day to try my patience.”

The last sentence he said through gritted teeth, glaring down at the mechanic in front of him. Did she deserve the anger? Probably not, but he had no time for lazy people.

There Are No Heroes

@Kidd Go for it! I'll do one after I sleep for 6-8 hours or so... Maybe we'll start from the garage and you can just assume that Chris is already there.

Starkissed

@Ashevelendar It's fine :P. I have a feeling that Numas won't be many people's sexual expectation. XD

Starkissed

Looks great! Confirmed!

Echo

YES! I'd love to get started!

Starkissed

@Mae I'll take a Friend then, if you wouldn't mind! And I don't think I need to use any life lines at this juncture.

Starkissed

Can I roll for two relationships? Seems like a safe number for the somewhat anti-social Numas to deal with.