His comeback has not been noticed by many; in fact, his existence is omnipotent even to the heirarchy of the Machines. He is a loyal operative, but some things must be done in a swift, effective manner; his way.
He has come out of hiding, taken a detour on his path of identity. Unbeknownst to him during his year of being part of a loyalist faction he has become quite reliant on human contact, and being alone he finds himself often wondering how his former allies are faring.
He decided on re-introducing himself to the circle, though he would not indulge himself in such a monumental role as he has previously held. He would restrict himself to brief appearances only, just enough to verify his comrades' well-being, coming and going like the wind.
***
Anonymous call....
Vianne had been asleep for nearly twelve hours; results of a late night drinking binge in the simulation had taken its toll on her corporeal form. In her dreams, she heard a faint ringing. Her dull, gray hands shifting around in a vertigo of dull, gray light. Everything was blurred, with only the ringing to create her path. A red, flickering light, like that of a dying star, called to her in the haze. Feeling a hint of childish fright, she reluctantly glided toward it, the source of the ringing seeming to come from that direction. The closer she got coincided with the growing light of the flickering red orb. It made her head throb with pain to look at it, but she found she couldn't resist. Brighter and brighter, and the ringing now stinging her ear drums. It was all like a mad witch dance, when suddenly her hands became enveloped within the light, draing the rest of her body in, till the only thing she could see was red and the only thing she could hear was the peircing wail....
She woke up. Her hair a mess, she looked about herself to find that in her hand was clasped her phone...she contorted her face at it, thinking it impossible that she was holding this instrument on her ship. She heard a ringing again, like that in her dream. It was coming from the phone. Looking down at it, she hesitantly lifted it to her ear. The same cry stung her and she bolted upright in her cot.
She wasn't holding a phone this time, everything was as it should be. The dull blue light, her covers full of holes; though her hair was still unkempt. A knocking from her door unleashed a cry from her throat, wrapping her knees up against her chest in instinct. She composed herself, and inquired who it was.
It was NightTrace, informing her that she had a message waiting for her.
"From whom?" she asked. It apparently was dropped off from an old friend, or so the sender claimed.
Tilting her head a bit, she got dressed, straightened her hair as best she could, and stepped up to her console.
Vianne,
Looking to reunite with some old friends. Let me know if you are hiring.
~Aiolos
Reading that name brought a wide grin to her face. Wacthing that reaction Night asked who it was.
"Can't you tell? An old friend!" she exclaimed. So happy was she that she got on the main faction intercom to inform everyone of a new potential contractor.
***
Camon Central. 2300 hours
"So it's really him?" Fenshire asked. He was delighted not only that he would get to see his old friend again, but that he was getting another crewmate; his ship has been awfully vacant as of late, the echos proof enough of that.
Nodding vigorously, Vianne pronounced: "The very one Fen!"
Before the three that were present (NightTrace the unmentioned third), bits of code were being pieced together, forming a green, congealed mass in front of the telephone booth. A static ringing could be heard, and Vianne knew instantly that it was Aiolos calling to her in her dreams. (She pondered later how he was able to do that, and figured it was a matter best left to a later date)
He appeared before them, the dark noble robed in black leather. His blue, crystallized eyes covered by a pair of (what else?) black shades. He smiled for them, a smile Vianne had always thought of as predatory, as that of a wolf; if a wolf could smile, that is. He stood with his back fully extended, and his presence was a dominating one. He extended his arms in a gesture of good will.
"My friends, we are well met," said he, his white-gloved hands expressing his delight. "Well met indeed."
Fenshire nodded, and the trio offered their hands in welcome. Fenshire proceeded with the mandatory description of faction rules and policy. "Aiolos, we welcome you to the Department. Here is your contract."
Smiling that smile of his, he signed the contract with a pen that materialized with a wave of his hand (a trick he had learnt from Anubis).
It felt good to have an old friend back. Gazing upon him with a smile, Vianne gave him a hug (following a hug from Fenshire, who oh so wanted to give one to Aiolos), and knew that only good days loomed ahead.
He reflected later that evening and had to give a smirk at the feeling the reunion gave him. A home is all he needed, a place to belong...
((Sorry if it's short or not that well thought out, it's late and my head is pounding :robotsad: Hope you enjoyed it :robotvery-happy: ))
Message Edited by aiolos on 05-12-2006 01:24 AM
