Who: Aetós + Appointments What: A catch-all for threads with Aetós in April Where: Various When: April Notes: NPC Interactions can be requested via the this page!
[ He doesn't even hesitate in his answer. Doesn't even matter that Amos can back out, that they can go their separate ways and leave it at that — the conditions are acceptable to him. He's used to being used as a tool; what's another usage when it could save a kid? ]
So how's this work? There a contract to sign or something?
[ Which is a real question; the way they're separated by distance, Amos still with her shard fragment and Aetós still with every other part of her, he is wondering what the next step is. ]
Since it’s not a service I’m completely certain that I’ll need to call upon, there’s no need. Unless you want one, I suppose. But you can keep the fragment until then. It only seems fair.
[ There’s a thoughtful pause again, and they add: ]
If she wishes to contact you, I’ll also allow her to do so.
[ There's a sense of demurring at first, because that's... not good enough. It doesn't guarantee her release. It doesn't guarantee anything; all it does is put Amos on Aetós' retainer, and there's something unpleasant about that. And he doesn't really care who it is he might have to take care of one day, he just wants Adelfoúla free.
So that second statement ends up carrying a lot of weight, easing a significant portion of Amos' doubts. ]
Alright. That'll work.
[ It won't, and Amos is going to have to keep an eye out for other opportunities to free her — something that he knows is going to be difficult, and take time, because Aetós is a slippery motherfucker. There's the vague memory of them holding their hand to his shard when frozen in time, the knowledge that he won't be able to just bust in somewhere and kill them. It gives Aetós almost all of the cards, save for the one Amos presently has in his hand.
He's not going to thank them for this scrap, this morsel, of basic decency towards Adelfoúla, her personhood — but there still is a faint sense of gratitude from his end of things. As long as she has some freedom, then there's that. It's more than she had before, and he can take that on its own for now. ]
Very good. I’m glad we could come to an agreement. I’m not unreasonable.
[ There’s a smile in those words, though. But, before it can be questioned, Aetós says his farewell and the connection cuts. ]
Until you’re needed, then.
[ Even though Amos may have been able to reach out to other minds through Communion after being contacted, he’ll find that isn’t possible in this case. It’s not even that Aetós isn’t picking up, so to speak. Reaching out to that sensation, that presence, simply returns nothing. It’s more akin to the sense one gets when trying to reach out to someone that has left Kenos entirely. ]
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[ He doesn't even hesitate in his answer. Doesn't even matter that Amos can back out, that they can go their separate ways and leave it at that — the conditions are acceptable to him. He's used to being used as a tool; what's another usage when it could save a kid? ]
So how's this work? There a contract to sign or something?
[ Which is a real question; the way they're separated by distance, Amos still with her shard fragment and Aetós still with every other part of her, he is wondering what the next step is. ]
no subject
[ There’s a thoughtful pause again, and they add: ]
If she wishes to contact you, I’ll also allow her to do so.
no subject
So that second statement ends up carrying a lot of weight, easing a significant portion of Amos' doubts. ]
Alright. That'll work.
[ It won't, and Amos is going to have to keep an eye out for other opportunities to free her — something that he knows is going to be difficult, and take time, because Aetós is a slippery motherfucker. There's the vague memory of them holding their hand to his shard when frozen in time, the knowledge that he won't be able to just bust in somewhere and kill them. It gives Aetós almost all of the cards, save for the one Amos presently has in his hand.
He's not going to thank them for this scrap, this morsel, of basic decency towards Adelfoúla, her personhood — but there still is a faint sense of gratitude from his end of things. As long as she has some freedom, then there's that. It's more than she had before, and he can take that on its own for now. ]
whoops forgot to put a bow on this
[ There’s a smile in those words, though. But, before it can be questioned, Aetós says his farewell and the connection cuts. ]
Until you’re needed, then.
[ Even though Amos may have been able to reach out to other minds through Communion after being contacted, he’ll find that isn’t possible in this case. It’s not even that Aetós isn’t picking up, so to speak. Reaching out to that sensation, that presence, simply returns nothing. It’s more akin to the sense one gets when trying to reach out to someone that has left Kenos entirely. ]