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[callmegladio]

[Gladio listened quietly to what she said after he'd nodded to Tony. He'd try the cookies later, Era was currently confusing him.

After describing what sounded like a nightmare, that was apparently better than Havenwell? Why, Gladio had no idea. But he was about to ask. And hopefully without sounding like he thought she was crazy, because he kind of thought she was crazy.]

You'd prefer murder and monsters over... peace?

I don't get it, Era. You hated it but you think it's better than here?

[Good job there, Gladio! Totally didn't sound like you thought she was nuts...]

[runs_on_batteries]

[It took everything in him not to fall out of his chair laughing. He glanced toward Gladio to see if he'd heard that correctly, but his roommate had focused on another part of her statement.]

Wait.. 1960's Maine is the more nightmarish place you can think of? That's where I'm from. Well, over fifty years in the past but.. there weren't any monsters.

[astralera]

Other 'Sleepers' from Earth claimed the monthly happenings to be what you would expect from horror films. There was a... wrongness to everything. Creatures lurking where you least expecy, ready to disembowel and feast upon unwitting victims. The creatures were straightforward. The manipulations of the mind were more... [ She trails off, and abandons the line of thought. ]

There were crippling diseases, famine and food shortages. You could not trust even the most innocent of things. The virtual reality was insidious. Whatever your virtual self experienced would be reflected upon your body.

[ She falls silent, looks at her feet, and rolls her shoulders in a small, self-conscious shrug. ]

There were things to do. To help with. There was never time for... idleness.

It's where I began my lessons in modern sciences, as my magic no longer worked reliably. My mentor was Dr. Moira O'Deorain.

She had her bachelor's of arts in biomedical sciences and physical sciences from Trinity College Dublin. Her PhD in medical genetics and nanotechnology came from the University of Manchester. Her MBBS and MD came from the University Hospital of Zürich.

She was ruthless, but kind... It's been a long time since I last saw her.

[ Another small shrug. The tip of her tail taps nervously against her leg. ]

...Apologies. I don't get to talk about her much.

[runs_on_batteries]

That's the most selfish, immature, load of shit I've ever heard.

That whole thing is about what can someone else do for you. How about teach others if you're so brilliant you have nothing left to learn or write books if you have so much knowledge? If you know magic that can help with famine and food shortages how about making modern medical packs that every household can have at hand in case something happens? If you can fight, then teach others.

You don't wish for disaster and you don't wish for suffering. You damn well don't go to someone else's house who has just been trapped for months in hell and pine for what they survived through.

Now take your fucking cookies and get the fuck out of my house!

[astralera]

[ She startles, but stands up, feeling a surge of anger. ]

I invited you into my home and what is the first thing you do? [ She hisses, eyes flashing. ] Fetishize my race. And yet I didn't kick you out, because it wasn't your fault you don't know.

You don't know what it was like in Deerington or Eorzea, just as I don't know what it was like on your fucking train.

If this place is a wonderous haven for you then so be it! I am happy for you. But for others it is a hell all its own, and you can damn well respect that opinion in turn, Tony Stark, even if it offends you.

[ She heads toward the door to gather her things. ]

The answer to your question:

Au Ra are a rarity in Eorzea, as the original auri refugees were all ruthlessly slaughtered. Rarities fetch a high price on the markets.

So, too, do women.

[ She doesn't bother changing her shoes, or putting on her jacket. She does, however pause as she opens the door. ]

I have been the Warrior of Light since I was born. Six years ago.

At least I have an excuse for being a selfish, immature load of shit.

What's yours?

[ And she'll just. Politely shut the door behind her, then take a moment to try and compose herself before she returns to her house. ]

[runs_on_batteries]

[As she closed the door, he picked up the plate full of cookies and flung it against the door, shattering it. He glared at the door, flushed and breathing heavy with rage. His whole body trembled from the maelstrom in his mind.

He lifted his left hand and stared at it remembering the glove with the glowing stones. He could still feel it, even after all this time.

She might have been right on a number of things, particularly that he was old enough to keep his cool, but it made him think of his failures- creating Ultron, the murder trial on the train, the death of Joss, not catching Pepper when she jumped, being useless and.. idle on that spaceship. The stupid thing about youth was you never realized how there would never, ever be enough time of peace to love your children and your friends before it was taken away.

He didn't notice the tears just as he'd forgotten everything else in the present, including Gladio.]