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[ grr!!!! ]
Like what? I don't understand what you mean.
Like what? I don't understand what you mean.
what i mean is, there's no reason to take it personally. it was just a suggestion.
"I love my Italian Stallion."
Is it a popular slogan for shirts?
Is it a popular slogan for shirts?
Edited (html is hard) 2012-09-29 20:37 (UTC)
um.
it is probably popular with the folks who have an "italian stallion," sure.
it is probably popular with the folks who have an "italian stallion," sure.
Edited (it's hard and no one understands) 2012-09-30 20:05 (UTC)
So horses bred in Italy are generally thought of as superior breeds?
no, no.
"stallion" is... kind of slang for a good-looking or virile guy?
sort of the same as someone calling their significant other a "stud".
"stallion" is... kind of slang for a good-looking or virile guy?
sort of the same as someone calling their significant other a "stud".
So it's something obscene.
I should have known.
[ this place is filthy!!! ]
I should have known.
[ this place is filthy!!! ]
yeah, i guess you could take it as obscene.
i don't think it HAS to be, though.
i don't think it HAS to be, though.
[And this is the sound of a call being disconnected before he says anything.]
Edited 2012-10-13 06:07 (UTC)
[ The comm was in the next room, so he'd picked it up and answered without even looking at who the caller was, for fear it would hang up before he says anything. Then, when he answers, it does anyway. There's a perplexed frown just before he glances at the recently called list.
It's then that his mind blanks out entirely, jaw dropping so fast it nearly hurts. He hasn't seen that name on his phone for more than a decade, in part because his affiliations made him near impossible to reach, but before that... well, complicated barely begins to cover it.
His chest feels tight because while this is a call he's wanted to have for a long time... here is not where he wanted to have it. Lyle doesn't belong here and the old rage that has abated some during his stay here flares up again because the gods have no right to bring his brother to such a place.
There's not really time to stew over it, though. He has a call to make. Hitting the redial button, anger soon abates into a strange, gut-wrenching nervousness as he wonders if the call will even be picked up. ]
It's then that his mind blanks out entirely, jaw dropping so fast it nearly hurts. He hasn't seen that name on his phone for more than a decade, in part because his affiliations made him near impossible to reach, but before that... well, complicated barely begins to cover it.
His chest feels tight because while this is a call he's wanted to have for a long time... here is not where he wanted to have it. Lyle doesn't belong here and the old rage that has abated some during his stay here flares up again because the gods have no right to bring his brother to such a place.
There's not really time to stew over it, though. He has a call to make. Hitting the redial button, anger soon abates into a strange, gut-wrenching nervousness as he wonders if the call will even be picked up. ]
[There's a long moment where he stares at the phone, his mouth cupped against his hands, sitting on the edge of his bed and watching as the thing vibrates, signalling a call. Displaying who it is.]
Heh. Targeted and firing...
[He closes his eyes, sighs, and reaches out to pick the phone up, unlocking it after one more precious second of internal debate.]
'Ello!
[His voice is perky on purpose, but he's not quite good enough to hide that tired undertone. Or to really act like he doesn't know who it is.]
Heh. Targeted and firing...
[He closes his eyes, sighs, and reaches out to pick the phone up, unlocking it after one more precious second of internal debate.]
'Ello!
[His voice is perky on purpose, but he's not quite good enough to hide that tired undertone. Or to really act like he doesn't know who it is.]
[The time spent processing that voice perhaps takes a little longer than it should. So much like his own, but the little differences are there... and that note of weariness that piques his curiosity.
Not the sort of thing to address right out the gate, though. ]
Hey there... It's been a while.
[ Understatement of the year, and intentionally so. His voice sounds a more hoarse than it usually would, but there's warmth there. Maybe enough to cover his underlying trepidation. ]
Not the sort of thing to address right out the gate, though. ]
Hey there... It's been a while.
[ Understatement of the year, and intentionally so. His voice sounds a more hoarse than it usually would, but there's warmth there. Maybe enough to cover his underlying trepidation. ]
[Not a voice he'd ever expected to hear again. Not after being out of contact for so long, even before Neil's death. A death he'd never been surprised to hear about...no, on some level he'd known. Known he was somehow both free and cut off from whatever roots he'd had left.
There's a sick twist in his gut because it's easy to want to be close to Neil's memory and another thing altogether to be close to him when he's on the other end of the phone and Lyle can hear him breathing.
What does a guy even say?
Nothing comes to mind. He exhales sharply. This was a really bad idea.
So he does what Lyle does best, and runs, just hangs up again.]
There's a sick twist in his gut because it's easy to want to be close to Neil's memory and another thing altogether to be close to him when he's on the other end of the phone and Lyle can hear him breathing.
What does a guy even say?
Nothing comes to mind. He exhales sharply. This was a really bad idea.
So he does what Lyle does best, and runs, just hangs up again.]
Edited 2012-10-13 18:13 (UTC)
[ He stares at the comm for a long moment.
He can't really say he's surprised. In fact, surprised is the last thing he feels--the way it's in step with their previous interactions is almost nostalgic.
But he can't just let it stand there, either. Lyle made the first overture... which means maybe there's a second chance here. So he has a plan to give it another go. ]
He can't really say he's surprised. In fact, surprised is the last thing he feels--the way it's in step with their previous interactions is almost nostalgic.
But he can't just let it stand there, either. Lyle made the first overture... which means maybe there's a second chance here. So he has a plan to give it another go. ]
Edited 2012-10-13 18:41 (UTC)
That probably wasn't the best opener. Care to give me another shot?
Time is funny here, so I don't know how much you know. It could be everything, but I won't assume. Either way, we've got plenty we could talk about. Plenty I'd LIKE to talk about, both serious and trivial.
I guess this is an open invitation, free for the taking whenever you like. And if you ever need help or a place to stay, here's my address:
[address attached]
Door's always open, at least metaphorically.
Time is funny here, so I don't know how much you know. It could be everything, but I won't assume. Either way, we've got plenty we could talk about. Plenty I'd LIKE to talk about, both serious and trivial.
I guess this is an open invitation, free for the taking whenever you like. And if you ever need help or a place to stay, here's my address:
[address attached]
Door's always open, at least metaphorically.
[The reply takes a while to come - maybe half an hour. It's a lot to process. It's hard to even put a name on it. He can't say it's an extending of the olive branch when they were never really fighting and there was no big blow out, just Lyle going to stay in the dorms and missing everything.
It's hard to know what to say.]
Lockon Stratos. I know that much. How that lines up depends on what you know, too.
I guess that's what talking would be for, huh?
I'll keep it in mind.
It's hard to know what to say.]
Lockon Stratos. I know that much. How that lines up depends on what you know, too.
I guess that's what talking would be for, huh?
I'll keep it in mind.
[ Half an hour is nothing compared to their previous gaps. Getting any response at all from Lyle is pretty novel when his occupation was such that he purposely had to avoid being trackable.
Speaking of which. ]
That does narrow down the field some. I know more than I probably should, since a couple of teammates have filled me in on some of the happenings since my... departure. Including a certain recruitment.
Thanks for keeping an open mind, in any case.
Speaking of which. ]
That does narrow down the field some. I know more than I probably should, since a couple of teammates have filled me in on some of the happenings since my... departure. Including a certain recruitment.
Thanks for keeping an open mind, in any case.
Edited 2012-10-13 19:42 (UTC)
[There's a sick lurch in his belly again, at how Neil just writes 'departure' like it's not much of anything. A surge of anger and loss and there's that momentary urge to turn the audio back on and shout at him, shout all those unsaid things that make all of this so complicated and every day in that cockpit saying his catchphrase so hard.
But the urge passes, because if there's anyone who's ever been able to consistently miss out on Lyle's bluntness, it's Neil, for lack of being wanted at first, and then lack of being there.
Departure.
It's a lot harder being left behind than doing the leaving.]
I noticed. Tieria's here, and another face I'd rather not see.
[It's a bit easier when it's tactical, but it can only serve that way for so long.]
Let's just say I didn't expect to be following your footsteps quite like this.
But the urge passes, because if there's anyone who's ever been able to consistently miss out on Lyle's bluntness, it's Neil, for lack of being wanted at first, and then lack of being there.
Departure.
It's a lot harder being left behind than doing the leaving.]
I noticed. Tieria's here, and another face I'd rather not see.
[It's a bit easier when it's tactical, but it can only serve that way for so long.]
Let's just say I didn't expect to be following your footsteps quite like this.
Edited 2012-10-13 20:14 (UTC)
[ The inclusion of 'departure' had been a go at tact, an attempt not to make it anymore of a big gut-wrenching deal than it had to be. But there's really no way to soften these sorts of blows, especially over text.
The medium's not really suited for any of these heavier subjects, really, but it's what he's got, so he'll try to make the best of it. Even if what he's about to touch on is probably a sore subject. ]
To be honest, I hadn't expected you to follow in my footsteps at all. And even if the reunion's nice, I really wish the path of footsteps had stopped before you got here. This place isn't much suited for anyone.
But a face you'd rather not see... don't tell me you ran into Hiling Care?
The medium's not really suited for any of these heavier subjects, really, but it's what he's got, so he'll try to make the best of it. Even if what he's about to touch on is probably a sore subject. ]
To be honest, I hadn't expected you to follow in my footsteps at all. And even if the reunion's nice, I really wish the path of footsteps had stopped before you got here. This place isn't much suited for anyone.
But a face you'd rather not see... don't tell me you ran into Hiling Care?
[There's that moment of rage again, because Lyle had never asked to be protected the way Neil had. Protection - tying his hands and subjecting him to a life that kept him from doing any good. But there were some things that just couldn't be stopped from happening, and it's up to him to let go, if moving on is a thing that's going to happen.
Because he sure as hell knows Neil has no idea how to move on and let go.]
I know that. Guess fate or whatever you want to call it had a different plan. Or at least your comrades.
You could say that.
Because he sure as hell knows Neil has no idea how to move on and let go.]
I know that. Guess fate or whatever you want to call it had a different plan. Or at least your comrades.
You could say that.
[ Too true. Even recently when actually making an effort to move on he forgets to let go or vice versa. ]
So it seems. I wouldn't mind hearing more about how that played out on your end. I only really got the bare bones of it.
That's rather cryptic. Whatever happened, I hope it didn't end TOO badly.
So it seems. I wouldn't mind hearing more about how that played out on your end. I only really got the bare bones of it.
That's rather cryptic. Whatever happened, I hope it didn't end TOO badly.
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