How's it going ladies and gents? Welcome back to another chapter of Team ASceND. Without further ado, on with the story...
Aionion's Room, 8:13..
Aionion sat up from where he fell asleep on the bed. He turned and sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Aionion, after rubbing his eyes, stood and went to take a quick shower. After getting dressed in his armor, minus his helmet, he went down to the cafeteria for entertainment.
Once he had scared everyone there, Aionion walked down to where he designed his first armor and entered as the door slid open. He walked to the terminal he used before and looked over the designs on his armor. He began with adding the shotgun gauntlet technology to his bracers and boots. It took some creative editing, but he added it to both eventually.
Aionion waited an hour for his new armor pieces and began adding them to his arsenal. He felt like something was missing from his armory, but he didn't know what. Aionion shook his head and left the room the terminal was in. He backtracked to the cafeteria and made his way to the training area. It had a few new craters in it, but one of the older recruits was filling them in with liquid metal that quickly cooled. Aionion set up one of the training dummies in some of the grass that survived and jerked his elbows back, loading his gauntlets.
Aionion dashed towards the dummy and threw a single punch as hard as he could towards the dummy. The punch missed but the shotgun fired and peppered the dummy with the pellets. Aionion stepped back to assess the damage he did. The dummy was missing a large portion of its chest but was still standing.
Frustrated, Aionion ran at the dummy again and punched its chest this time. The dummy bent back but was blown away by the shotgun firing. Aionion inwardly grinned and set the dummy up again. This time he added three more dummies so that he was surrounded on four sides.
Aionion stood back in the middle of the dummies and noted their positioning. One was facing him, but slightly turned to the side. Another was facing him completely. The last two were behind him and in the same position as the first.
Aionion jerked his arms back and reloaded the bracers, preparing for practice. He crouched down and exploded forward with a left jab. The first dummy was blown away and Aionion dropped to the ground. Aionion spun on his right leg, doing a coffee grind.
This spun him towards the second dummy and fired the shotgun in his boots at it. It was torn apart but stayed standing. When Aionion stopped spinning, he was facing away from the last two dummies. Aionion rolled forward, putting some distance between him and the dummies.
Aionion spun around, crouching low and preparing to leap at the last two dummies. He dived at them, bringing his right fist back for a hook and brought his left fist low for an uppercut. Both punches hit the dummies and the wooden rods holding them up broke.
Aionion stood from where he was crouched, wiping the sweat from his head. He took the destroyed dummies and placed them in the barrel reserved for broken dummies. He grabbed a towel from the stack next to the exit and began wiping his head as he walked back to his room.
Aionion threw the towel in a hamper he had in his room and grabbed his helmet from the desk. He needed a new outfit that wouldn't get him arrested on sight because of the amount of weapons he had on him. He put his helmet on as he left the room, going towards Malcom's room.
As Aionion told Malcom his plan for the day, Malcom had a contemplative look. Malcom was silent for a few moments as he thought over what Aionion had told him. If Aionion had a separate outfit, he could blend in better and not be detected by the clunking of his armor on the ground. Malcom, who had been considering this, reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.
He pulled his own personal card from his wallet and handed it to Aionion. "Be very careful with this. Spend no more than 2300 lien. Be back before nightfall." After getting permission, Aionion stood and walked to the door. Once he opened it, Malcom gave one last comment, "Happy shopping Aionion."
Aionion ran down to the hangar and hopped on the first plane he saw that was heading to Vale. When they arrived, forty-eight minutes later, Aionion realized the plane would drop him off at the opposite side of Vale. Aionion stood from the edge and jumped off the plane, much to the fright of the pilot.
Aionion free-fell for a few hundred feet, then spun so he was facing the ground. As the ground grew closer, Aionion prepared to use his semblance to stop his fall. Approaching the last few hundred feet, he used his semblance to stop fifty feet from the ground. Aionion slowly increased the gravity around him until he dropped the last eight feet and rolled to offset the force.
Aionion stood from the rooftop he was on, and looked around for the mall he had seen when he was falling. He saw it a couple of miles away and began running that direction. As he grew closer, he could feel the salt from the sea in the air.
A mile passed the mall, Aionion could clearly see the ocean and a ship that had just came in. As he watched, he saw a monkey faunus jump off the ship and begin to run from a pair of security officers. He saw a group of girls in varying colors chase after them. He ignored all this and began walking towards the mall.
Arriving on the roof opposite, Aionion jumped down, scaring quite a few civilians, and began to walk into the mall. He took off his helmet and clipped it onto his belt as the automatic doors opened for him. He went into a variety of stores but nothing caught his eye until he saw a weapons shop that sold armor as well.
When he walked in, he spotted Dantos in the corner looking at the new variation of Dust that had been made. Aionion, recognizing Dantos, walked to his only friend..
Dantos, again knowing someone was near him, turned towards Aionion. "Ah! This is where you went this morning. I was looking for ya."
"You're not much of a talker, are ya?" Dantos paused for a minute after he said this. "Oh, yeah. I forgot. My bad." Dantos deadpanned. Aionion glanced at him and looked away.
"So what are you here for?" Aionion gestured to the armor he was wearing. "Oh, right. Killer robot armor..."
"Alright, let's get you a less noticeable outfit." They proceeded to spend thirty minutes just looking at tops. Eventually, Aionion got tired of going through the racks and grabbed a black trench coat that had dark blue and gold accents.
The coat also had the pockets on the inside of the jacket but still had two at a comfortable height to rest his hands in. Aionion pulled a black shirt and black combat pants from the rack.
Aionion stood in front of the mirror and admired his new look. Dantos had disappeared back into the store and brought a pair of black shoes back that had dark blue accents on them.
Aionion pulled the boots on that miraculously fit him on the first try. He stood in front of the mirror but he didn't think he was done.
Dantos reappeared, silent and creepy as ever, and looked over Aionion with an appraising look. "I think you need to hide your face too." Aionion gave him a dead-eye look. "Sorry, wrong phrasing. What I meant, is that you can easily be picked out of a crowd." Aionion thought for a minute before nodding.
Aionion and Dantos brought the new outfit to the counter where the clerk sat, obviously bored. They paid for it and hurriedly left the store.
On the way out, Dantos spotted a pair of goggles that would cover a good portion of Aionion's face. He dragged Aionion into the store and grabbed the goggles and a dark blue face mask that covered from the nose down that he spotted on his way to the counter. They bought the two items and Aionion was thrown into a changing room by Dantos.
The clothes were thrown in after and hit Aionion in the head. Slightly blinded, Aionion fell and dropped all of the clothes on the ground. Internally swearing at Dantos, Aionion picked up his pride and the clothes and quickly changed.
Aionion stepped out, making Dantos whistle at the intimidating figure he cut in the badass outfit. Aionion rolled his eyes at the immaturity Dantos was showing. Still with the mask covering Aionion's lower face and the goggles covering the other half, Aionion looked relatively normal. Dantos, ever the joker, said, "Go on. Do a twirl for me." Aionion flipped Dantos off and walked back into the changing room to put his armor back on.
Exhausted for the day, the two friends began walking to the nearest airfield to hitch a ride back to base. Once they arrived, they split, Dantos to get a mission and Aionion to put his outfit up.
And done. Sorry about the long delay in the chapter. Summer is busy for me so I kinda had to lay off for a bit. Working on adding a new character within the next few chapters, one that will add lots of dry humor to the table. Hue, hue, hue ,hue...