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Cake and Some Answers; Aidric and Dimitri share a truce and some birthday cake
Topic Started: Dec 28 2011, 11:23 PM (170 Views)
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Going slightly mad, but only on Tuesdays.
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*December 31st. It's the last day of the year and the people of Arcadia are making their way through the slush and snow, shaking life into frigid toes and trying to track down the last of their things for New Year's. Arguments from young children regarding bedtimes can be heard, many in the slums are already drunk, and truly it seems to be a nice winter's day.

Except for, you know, Aidric. Our fearless leader seems uncharacteristically glum as he wanders through a park on the outskirts of the inner circle. His hands are shoved into his pockets, scarf and coat billowing behind him as he kicks around snow and ignores the complete lack of feeling in his toes, blue eyes to the ground.

He hates birthdays, but he hates his own most of all.*

Aidric: *sighs as he pauses by the playground equipment. After standing there for a few seconds, he gives a growl and kicks the jungle gym, sending snow everywhere*

Dimitri: I do believe that was rather uncalled for. That playground equipment had done nothing to you. *Smiles softly, holding no malice* Good evening Aidric. *voice soft*

Aidric: *spins around, face somewhat pale, then scowls* I picked a different park. How the hell did you figure it out?

Dimitri: There are only so many parks within walking distance of the slums. *chuckles* Or more importantly, within walking distance you're willing to travel.

Aidric: I think you're underestimating the lengths I'd go through to avoid you.

*awkward silence*

Dimitri: *after a time* You know...most people find this day to be of great importance. A reason for celebration.

Aidric: *dryly* You'll forgive me if I don't see much reason in celebrating something I don't remember. If it weren't for you, I'd be less aware of that, so thanks

Dimitri: We all most take things as they are given to us. *sly smile* Or are taken from us. You should be thanking me though, as I'm the only one that remembers your favorite flavor of cake.

Aidric: *raises eyebrow for a moment, cocks head to side and then frowns, shoulders hunching* Maybe it changed. You don't know anything.

Aidric: *shifts to being a teenager for a moment, then his eyebrows raise again* ...Chocolate truffle raspberry? With more chocolate?

Dimitri: As always~ *soft smile, turns and retrieves cake* With extra frosting in the center.

Aidric: *almost grins, but catches himself and shakes his head* Won't it look back if the good Wiseman Alpha is seen with the most wanted man in Arcadia?

Dimitri: No. It wouldn't. But that's why tonight, I'm merely an old man, and you are and old acquaintance. *smiles* No one will remember but us.

Aidric: Fair enough. *jerks head* You wanna pick a bench or do you prefer a rooftop?

Dimitri: Ah ah, *waggles finger* It's your special day. You decide.

Aidric: Eh, bench is fine. *brushes the snow off of one, then flops onto it with a sigh* This is pretty weird, you know. Go-karting with Bowser levels of weird.

Dimitri: We've seen stranger things. *gets out a fork and knife* Done stranger things. And need I remind you, we have done this before.

Aidric: Doesn't make it any less weird. The only thing weirder is your ponytail-- hey, hey, make sure you give me the bigger piece, it's my birthday for God's sake.

Dimitri: *smirks* Of course. I wouldn't DREAM of cheating you out of what was yours. *Chuckles as he serves up a piece* the more things change, the more they stay the same. You're still as whiny as ever. >8D

Aidric: And you're still as snide as ever. And the ponytail. *stares* No, I'm never letting it go. Say what you will about Arco, the man knows hair.

Dimitri: *laughs* I'll have you know, this was very in style not long ago. And that upstart wouldn't know class if it kicked his teeth in. He's half the man his father was, and with twice the treachery, but I will admit, he isn't stupid, and has definitely gotten his fathers brains. *he raised an eyebrow* You're one to talk, dressed like a hobo in the same trenchcoat no matter how ragged it gets.

Aidric: *halfway through taking a bite of cake, nearly spits it out* It's a good coat! It's -cool-! A hero's' got to have something to billow in the wind!

Dimitri: *smirks* like hair~?

Aidric: *munches* Not if you're a man. And like, a million.

Dimitri: Ah yes, the age remarks. *grins* You know, you were older then me when we first met.

Aidric: *blinks* I was? That... doesn't seem right. *brow furrows, then sighs and shakes his head* I guess I wouldn't know. How old are we, old man?

Dimitri: That is a very good question now isn't it? But the real question is whether you would believe me or not.

Aidric: *scowls through a mouthful of cake* You know I don't exactly have a choice. You're the only one who knows anything, you're -always- the only one who knows anything.

Dimitri: *dark smile* I like to keep...enlightened, on things. It's for the best that the puzzle pieces themselves don't know the bigger picture. If they knew where they were supposed to fit in together, they might very well start trying before they should, and then, the puzzle would be filled with many a piece trying to force their way into places they aren't supposed to go.

Aidric: *swallows, glares* Are you seriously going to give me a load of cryptic bullshit on my birthday? I'm capable of deciding for myself where I fit and what's good for me, thanks.

Dimitri: *smirks* Oh yes, I forgot, you're quite good at taking care of yourself. *holds up hands* After all, you picked up Ackerly and it's not as if you blew up that house on the southside while trying to put out a fire. Oh no, you knew exactly what you were doing. *eyes narrowed, wry smile*

Aidric: *smacks palm down on bench* HEY! I'll have you know everyone got out just fine! And Ackerly's GREAT, just... *pauses, then shovels cake into mouth* ...messy.

Dimitri: *chuckles* I'm quite sure of that. *quietly eats own cake*

Aidric: Where do you get off criticizing me anyway? *chews cake, then swallows* We do plenty of good stuff and help plenty of people, even -you- know that, you old bastard.

Dimitri: Yes yes, but so I, the Elite, and you do plenty of harm as well. The road to hell is paved with good intentions, and those crushed under your charity cart when it gets out of your control.

Aidric: Iron fists crush just as often, in case you didn't notice. At any rate, you never did answer my question. How old am I... hell, how old are we?

Dimitri: To be honest...I'm not quite sure anymore. It's been a very long time, and you tend to forget some things.

Aidric: You don't say. *takes another bite of cake, swallows, stares off into space for a moment* Can you answer something for me, then? Break a cryptic rule for an old friend, if that's what I am?

Dimitri: What would you like to know? *cautious*

Aidric: Who is the woman with the red hair?

Dimitri: *goes quiet and stops eating*......a memory...

Aidric: That's obvious. She's in my dreams every night... dancing, painting, always doing something. She's always talking to me, like an old friend. Sometimes she's kind, sometimes she's angry, but she's always there. Why?

Dimitri: She was....an old and dear friend to both of us.

Aidric: *brow furrows* Like… how? *he's quiet for a moment, then makes a face* She and I weren't like, lovers or anything, were we?

Dimitri: *actually chuckles* No, no she was more like a sister to you.

Aidric: *lets out a sigh of relief. Some good news for Ant, at least* Oh... that's... that's good. *he's quiet for another moment, pushing around the last few crumbs on his plate, then looks back to Dimitri, blue eyes surprisingly wide and trusting, almost child-like* What was her name?

Dimitri: *sighs softly, uncertain if he should say* Perhaps it's best you remember her on your own.

Aidric: Come oooon. *nudges Dimitri with his elbow* It's my -birthday-.

Dimitri: *rolls eyes* Her name was Savannah.

Aidric: Aaaaaah. *grins, sticks fork onto Dimitri's plate to take the rest of his piece, munches* Atta' boy. And by boy I mean ancient, ancient old guy. *shrugs, chews* Pretty name. I wonder why she'd be mad at me?

Dimitri: *frowns, but remains silent* Shall we move on to another topic?

Aidric: *rolls eyes* Fine, be cryptic. I'll figure it out on my own. *glances down at plate, frowns* Actually, I'm out of cake.

Dimitri: You still have that ungodly appetite I see. Well, I suppose that concludes our little "chat."

Aidric: Huh? *blinks in surprise, looks almost sad, then snorts* Fine, whatever. I was getting sick of your wrinkly face anyway. *stands, stretches*

Dimitri: *has back to Aidric, glances over shoulder* Don't destroy too much property Aidric. *pauses* Oh, and a happy birthday.

Aidric: *rolls eyes, turns and begins to walk away* …Thanks. *keeps walking. He still hates his birthday and everything it represents, all the questions that remain unanswered and the forever he has ahead of it. But there's someone there with him with all the answers, for better or worse, and that's something at least.

Besides, Ant would have far superior cake waiting at home. His new favorite was her chocolate mousse cake anyway.*
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