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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2015.08.12 03:11:00 -
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Galm looked like hell as his resounding mundane and non-augmented eyes pieced back at his reflection in his datapad through the grey tint of his aviators. They squinted harshly, struggling to read the blurry words before him in the dim light of his fledgling war barge. He had been on constant deployment for the week, ferrying equipment from system to system across Black Rise in a desperate effort to meet the demand placed by the sudden success of the State Peacekeepers. His ship was a loud, cramped place more akin to a galactic recreational vehicle than a warship and the relentless hammering of the mobile replication lab had kept him from sleeping for several days now. Not that sleep was a requirement for him, but the option was always thoroughly appreciated in the past.
He reached up to rub his temples, waiting for the telltale squirming beneath the surface that hinted at the madness that writhed within. But there was nothing, only the persistent throbbing that had been there for weeks now. He grinned in self satisfaction, hoping he had finally gained some level of control over his psychosis. He may look rugged, unshaven and scarred from backbreaking labor in between combat deployments, but that was all superficial. It was a badge of honor that could be washed away in a moment, and despite his growing migraine he felt far more pride in himself than he had in an age. Despite the pain, sleep deprivation, and mild hangover, it was shaping up to be a wonderful day.
Besides, he had just received an invitation from a former comrade.
The jump to Minmatar space and subsequent rotation planetside may have seemed somewhat drastic to a man not familiar with Hya'salia's cooking but for Galm it seemed like a perfectly reasonable excuse to distance himself from the calamity of war for a few precious hours. Besides, the opening of a new restaurant by a woman like Junko would almost certainly herald the gathering of some of the clusters more interesting mercenaries. Whether or not this was a good thing had yet to be seen, but Fae was certain it would at least be worth the journey.
He eyed the sign outfront of the VIP section for several seconds, his hands tucked tightly into his bomber jacket as the words settled with him.
"You are neither Amarr, Caldari, Gallente nor Minmatar as long as you inhabit these premises."
The concept felt completely alien to Fae, but given the pattern that most conversations between immortals seemed to take without such restriction he felt obliged to mentally agree to the terms posted before entering. He took a seat at the nearest raised stool, eyeing the service drone uncomfortably as it made its rounds until at last it found its way to the halfbreed.
"D'weu, Welcome to the Tribal's Spear, our today's special is a Caldarian dessert of sweet rice with red beans inside coated in Soybean powder, complete with a beverage of your choosing!"
"W--" Galm stammered before clearing his throat, "What, like mochi? Ugh, yeah, yes, I'll have some of those. I'd also like a cup of smoked tea if you have any."
He scanned the bar, making awkward eye contact with the occupants for a brief moment before returning to the drone.
"Actually, swap that tea with a matari mojito... And best you just keep those coming once I'm done with one."
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Killer of Snowfall Station--
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2015.08.14 08:09:00 -
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By now Galm was finishing off his fourth mochi and was looking at the bottom of his third mojito that night. The atmosphere of the bar was pleasant enough, and though he urged himself not to eavesdrop it seemed like his fellow immortals were having a grand time of the bar's launch. Galm gave only a grunt of affirmation to himself when he overheard the conversation between Kador and the young Satja.
So the choir boy is doing well for himself? Good, good for him.
He considered, for a moment or two, turning around to offer a toast in celebration or at the very least acknowledge the immortal since their mission in Snowfall but... The time wasn't right. He suspected that neither was willing to mention what they had set in motion, not in the least in the presence of his Matari cohort.
Whatever.
He picked up his fifth rice cake as he waited for the liquor-bot to make it's rounds once again, eager for another drink to wash down the sickeningly sweet bean past and his own bittersweet memories. Maybe he should... Make conversation? It had been a while since he'd gotten a drink with others. Snowfall didn't count, he was just playing the role that he needed to fill. Pixy was outgoing in front of others, and didn't mind butting into other's conversations for the sake of his own self importance.
Galm on the other hand was a mystery to himself. He supposed if anyone could grant insight into his character it would be Niina, but she had found herself traveling on business once again and Fae had been unwilling to bother her with an invitation into Minmatar space. Not that he needed Niina to have fun anyway.
I'm serious, he told himself, I don't need them to have a good time without making an ass of myself. I don't need Niina, I don't need Morgan, and I don't need frakking Mobius.
His fourth drink arrived just in time for him to chase the thought down. With a deep sight he picked up the lime garnish on top and slipped the whole rind into his mouth, his teeth grinding on the raw peel. He sat there grimacing at his table, staring at his plate until a young woman took a seat next to him. She tilted her head and smiled cheerfully, her face hidden behind a large pair of designer shutter shades.
"This spot taken handsome?"
Galm sneered painfully, swallowing the lime wedge on reflex as he recoiled at her voice. It was piercing but damnably familiar to the point that he instantly knew that he had made a mistake coming here.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," he sighed, sliding his mochi plate to the girl next to him as she broke out into a series of snorty giggles and claimed one for herself. Her nose crinkled ever so slightly as the young miss Eskola-Fae pulled of her glass so her eyes met Galm's.
"What, you aren't excited I'm here? Is there a girl in the bathroom you were about to bring back to your warship? Did I **** block you? I'm so sorry!"
"Niina, I look like ****."
"Galm," her voice adding a matter-of-fact emphasis, "There is very little you could do to yourself th--"
"No, no, Niina, you're a businesswoman now. You don't wanna be seen with your beatneck husband in a bar for soldiers. Besides, you're suppose to be on business!"
"Galm," that matter-of-fact tone growing even more bold, "Maybe you've forgotten but you made me one of you guys. I was invited here as a fellow immortal, and I came. And maybe you've forgotten, but we also have a secondary storehouse that we use for weapon replication on a Boundless station. I am here on business, and I'm meeting with my clients. You know, the big scary soldiers that might buy our weapons. Now shut up, arvumaa, you're whole image problem isn't sexy at all."
Galm groaned loud enough to carry through the bar, clearing the desert off his plate and using the saucer as a mirror to fix his hair before adjusting his posture and shooting a pained glance at Niina. She looked different now than when they first met. She was slightly taller now and more... Full? Her tattoos were also absent, along with her heterochromia and the bulk of the genetic illnesses she had since birth. Her body was still unmistakable Niina, but far more dignified and beautiful than when he first caught glimpse of her. He didn't think it could be possible, but she somehow made herself even more gorgeous.
Ironic, considering how amendment she was that Galm never made and rash cosmetic adjustments to his own clone.
"So... What would you have me tell the booze-droid my dear?"
"Have them bring me an Amarr Victor. And so help me ancestors, if it isn't mixed right I'm going to get behind that counter and make it my own gods damned self."
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Killer of Snowfall Station--
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2015.08.17 05:43:00 -
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Robert Conway wrote:The two made their way over to the bar where Galm was sitting with another female, whom he could only guess was his wife Niina. Galm Fae wrote:"So... What would you have me tell the booze-droid my dear?" Niina Fae wrote:"Have them bring me an Amarr Victor. And so help me ancestors, if it isn't mixed right I'm going to get behind that counter and make it my own gods damned self." "I'll have the same," said Adenine to the droid, smiling at Niina. "And give me a smooth Spiced Rum and Quafe please," said Josh. "Galm, oyin hova nahui uka. (Galm, its good to see you.) Adenine, this is Galm Fae and his wife Niina, if I am correct. We've never met in person, but we've had a few conversations in some chat rooms on the Net." Josh extended his hand towards Galm
Galm grimaced, eyeing Niina for approval as if he were unsure if it was the proper response when communicating with others. With a forced smile and nod from her, his loose grip tightened before at last making eye contact with Conway.
"Saisa," he replied cautiously, "I believe we have spoken in the past, yes. It's an honor to make your acquaintance this evening. You would be correct my friend this is my--"
He paused for a moment. Wife. That word seemed so abstract. So absolute. As if their marriage had meant anything more to the other than yet another business transaction. They loved each other dearly, that much was certain. The night he wed himself to Niina and they spoke their vows under that raging storm on Caldari Prime was one of the happiest moments of his life, rivaled only by the unlikely survival of a friend he had thought dead. But the idea of marriage, to rely on a legally binding promise to honor and protect the other for all time, seemed so bitter and disenchanting than maintaining a close and loving relationship through sure force of will alone.
And to call her his wife. He couldn't help but huff to himself as he eyed her there, lifting her cocktail to her nose to smell the rose bud floating in the top of her glass before becoming painfully aware of how long of a pause Galm had already taken. Wife. Wife was... Inaccurate. Wives were mothers, homemakers... Abha "Firn" Fae. Mother of Galm Fae. Wife of Falken Fae. That felt right. But Niina was... She was different.
Their lifestyle was fundamentally different from what Galm was born into. They traveled appart so there was never any need for a homemaker, and Niina had long since been incapable of having children. She wasn't a wife... Not in the since that Galm had always expected. She was more like his--
"Partner, Niina."
She scowled at him, removing the rose bud from her drink before downing the entirty of her cocktail in a single swig before slamming the glass against the bar.
"A pleasure."
She rolled her eyes for a moment before taking off her leather coat to reveal a grey and white tank top underneith, her forarms adorned with a variety of leather bracelets and rapidly appearing nanotattooes.
Oh no, Galm lamented to himself, She... She turned on her ink. Why did she turn on her ink? Was it somethin-- Oh. Oh no.
"Actually," she began, her geometric tattoos fast appearing like they had been cloaked this entire time, "Why ruin perfectly good whiskey with Quafe? How about I buy us the best gods damn bottle in this building and we can drink the whole damn thing right here right now?"
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Killer of Snowfall Station--
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
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Posted - 2015.09.10 05:01:00 -
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Robert Conway wrote:
"Niina just threw a boiling beverage in a strangers crotch. Do you think she would have a hard time telling you to fu-ók off if you were bugging the two of them?" exclaimed Josh with a smile.
Galm coughed awkwardly as he tucked his neck deep into the collar of his jacket. He looked over at Niina once more, her upturnt nose wiggling to and froe inquisitively as the two made eye contact. Taking a deep breath, game downed the last of his drink and slowly made his way over to her. He sat at the bar before her, as he had years ago, once again trying to make hopeless conversation with a girl impossibly out of his league.
"If eh... That Intaki prick dared touch you ya'know I would have ripped out his frakking spine right?"
She giggled softly to herself, smitten with the boy as she poured a light drink for herself on the bar.
"Whatever you say partner," she muttered, capping the bottle and placing it back on the middle shelf.
"Is that what this is about?" Galm asked just under his breath, leaning in closely, "I... I meant that as a compliment, honestly. Niina, I don't want you to feel like I somehow own you."
His tongue cramped briefly, coiling as his words left his lips.
"Why not?" she quipped, taking a sip of her drink, "It never stopped you before. You used to own this, remember? All this? It used to be yours."
She lifted herself just slightly over the counter, forcing her chest into Galm's arms as she hover so close that the tip of her nose brushed against the bridge of Fae's. His eyes darted side to side in a panic before gently pushing her way and sinking yet further into his jacket. When he tried to retreat into himself she slapped him lightly across the face, took his hands in hers, and forced them down onto the bar so he was pinned in place.
"Ancestors ch--" Galm stammered, trying to break free but unwilling to resist hard enough to slip from her grasp, "What is it then? Do you want a boy who only takes what he wants or a man that actually listens and supports you?"
"Is it too much to ask for both?"
His breath hitched as she spoke, taken back at the prospect.
Quote:Marcy frowned and was about to reply. But instead she spat on Jonny and walked away, leaving the cafe.
Mercy for Galm came in the form of Marcy as she stormed off in a commotion out of the Tribal Spear.
"Eh... Hey..." Fae bleated sheepishly to try and defuse the tension, "Niina, do you still have that d20 app on your datapad? Why don't we play a game of Everyone is Heth? Maybe we could... Teach some of the soldiers here? Or... Play tiddlywinks? I left my bakku guitar back in New Caldari, maybe we could sing a song or...?"
Truth be told if Niina wasn't here he would have jumped at a chance to spark more conflict, especially if it resulted in giving some kakku harlot a beatdown. Thankfully for all parties involved, Fae's partner / keeper / centerfold was about the only thing able to keep him in line.
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Killer of Snowfall Station--
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