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Aiden Blaire
03 December 2015 @ 04:30 pm
Konnichi wa, kochira wa Aiden desu. Moushi wake arimasen ga, tadaima denwa ni deru koto ga dekimasen. Hasshin-on no ato ni messeeji wo onegai shimasu. Ato de kochira kara o-henji moushi agemasu. O-denwa arigatou gozaimasu.
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Aiden Blaire
21 November 2011 @ 06:27 pm
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Aiden Blaire
01 August 2011 @ 07:49 pm
Twenty-first birthdays were supposed to be big things. Well, in America. In Japan, Aiden had already had his big deal birthday on his 20th. And his wee Japanese grandmother had drank him under the table. Today, however, the young Mojoworlder was trying to make everything perfect for the young lady he was going to marry.

As with all important personal holidays, Aiden made Angel breakfast in bed. Though he was a little worried about how well his present went over. And if his plans for later in the evening would leave them relatively unscathed.
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Aiden Blaire
02 May 2011 @ 11:11 pm
Disclaimer: Aiden is of my creation, even if he is the son of Dazzler/Longshot. Angel is of Dylan's and used with his permission.
Fandom: LJ's Marvel: Nextgen
Pairing: Aiden Blaire/Angel Wagner
Length: 2,968
Rating: Uhm, R? NC-17? Something along those lines. There be porn down there.
Notes: For Dylan. Who gave his blessing to post this.

Studying Techniques
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Aiden Blaire
23 January 2011 @ 01:04 pm
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Aiden Blaire
Aiden had been on a high since his band's well-received performance. He had been bouncier and happier than he had been in awhile. Some of his lingering issues were pushed to the nether regions of his mind from the crowding of possibility. The Mojoworlder was still floating along when his band mates made a surprise visit to the New Mutants home-cum-base. The girls were out shopping for summer hoodies or something. Aiden hadn't really paid attention because it sounded girlly and of no interest to him. Consequently, the base felt empty as he lead his band mates to his music room.

"What's up, guys?" Aiden asked cheerfully as he opened the door and gestured them inside. There was a loose grouping of chairs across from his drum kit for them to sit in.

"The next gig," Jimmy, the lead singer, answered as he flopped heavily into one of the chairs. His hair was in its typically messy state, looking like he had gotten out of bed and walked directly into a wind tunnel. The guitarist and bassist quiet took their seats beside him.

"Oh? Are we doing the same two sets? Or maybe changing it up a bit?" Aiden was cheerful and oblivious to why the trio seemed a little sullen. He had no idea why they weren't more excited after a great gig and another one coming up. "Maybe add in some metal covers? Something that covers all our strengths? I have a list of some possib-"

"Aiden," the bassist interrupted in a low rumble. "We need to talk."

The Mojoworlder blinked and stared at his dark-haired band mates. He thought that they were already talking. He was sure he had been moving his lips and sound was coming out. Aiden tilted his head and tried to figure out what was going on.

"Look," Jimmy started after puffing out an aggravated breath. "The indie reps at our last gig were impressed with us. They're going to bring their boss to our next gig to show off their find and maybe get us signed."

Aiden was about to whoop in victory. Except Jimmy held up his hand to forestall him.
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Aiden Blaire
29 May 2010 @ 09:15 pm
These are the two sets Aiden's band plays on the upcoming first gig.

History Set
Queen - I Want It All
Deep Purple - Hush
Led Zepplin - Whole Lotta Love
Cream - Toad
The Who - My Generation
The Kinks - You Really Got Me
The Zombies - She's Not There
An original song here that's meant to sound like a throwback.

Contemporary Set
Panic! at the Disco - Nine in the Afternoon
Fall Out Boy - Dead on Arrival
All-American Rejects - Gives You Hell
Good Charlotte - Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous
blink-182 - All The Small Things
Green Day - Basket Case
Hoobastank - Crawling In The Dark
A couple more original songs to close out
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Current Music: Hoobastank - Crawling in the Dark
Aiden Blaire
You are Red/Blue!
You are Red/Blue!
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You are both rational and emotional. You value creation and discovery, and feel strongly about what you create. At best, you're innovative and intuitive. At worst, you're scattered and unpredictable.
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Aiden Blaire
02 December 2009 @ 12:42 am

Anthropologist-Injuring, Drifter-Eating Nightmare

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Aiden Blaire
08 October 2009 @ 02:52 pm
My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
sonoflongshot goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as Tidus.
canadianwildboy gives you 7 dark blue strawberry-flavoured pieces of taffy.
crawler_kid tricks you! You get a clothespin.
kid_magneto tricks you! You lose 5 pieces of candy!
lisapreston tricks you! You lose 1 pieces of candy!
nohoundsallowed gives you 12 dark green pineapple-flavoured pieces of taffy.
shadeblossom tricks you! You lose 1 pieces of candy!
smallestbear tricks you! You get a piece of paper.
summersspawn tricks you! You get a 3.5-inch floppy disc.
valeriarichards tricks you! You lose 2 pieces of candy!
virtual_recall gives you 16 mottled green blueberry-flavoured jawbreakers.
sonoflongshot ends up with 26 pieces of candy, a clothespin, a piece of paper, and a 3.5-inch floppy disc.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

Apparently, only teachers like me. :p
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Aiden Blaire
19 August 2009 @ 03:24 pm
They're after meeeee! Well, once they figure out I spell it with an e instead of an a.

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Aiden Blaire
Aiden got up early and made sure the alarm clock was turned off. If there was any day Angel could sleep in a bit, it was today. He dug out a pair of shorts because he was certain his other two roommates did not want to possibly wander into the kitchen to find the Naked Chef. And there was the whole promise to Sara to never be in less than shorts. He scurried to the kitchen to get a hurry on things. He got the small breakfast casserole together for Valeria and Sara and put it in the oven. Then he went to work on the other meal. He had done a lot of preparation the night before. Everything was as fresh as he could make it. He still wasn't sure Angel was a rice for breakfast kind of girl so he had called her mother to get the proper way to make grits.

He did not look forward to doing dishes whenever he got around to it. Once the casserole was done, he set it on the counter top, put his improvised rack over it, and draped a towel over the whole thing to keep his two other roommates from starving. Then he remembered to put a big note on it so they could find it. Once they were taken care of, he started piling enough breakfast for three normal people onto a make-shift tray. Technically, it was enough to feed him and Angel, no matter if she went Japanese or Southern cuisine.

With a puff of breath, he hefted it up and padded back down to their bedroom. Breakfast in bed was about all he could afford at the moment. He needed to look into ways of getting a cash flow of some sort. Sometime after the power plant was in not needing work all the time shape. Though that was a concern for another day. Today was all about Angel. Whatever she wanted to do would be done today. If he needed to drive her anywhere after breakfast to see her parents or whatever, it would be done.

He somehow got their bedroom door open with a heavy tray in his hands and then nudged it closed. Aiden took very soft, careful steps over to the chest his grandmother had given him as a graduation present and set the tray carefully on it. Then he moved over to sit down on the bed beside Angel. He smiled to himself a bit at how peaceful she looked. He glanced over at the clock and chewed on his lower lip. He wasn't sure he had let her sleep in long enough, but he also didn't want to be giving her a cold breakfast. Aiden rolled his shoulders a bit and looked down at his girlfriend sleeping on her side. Yep. Time to wake her.

The Mojoworlder gently placed a hand on Angel's hip as he leaned over to kiss her cheek. "G'mornin', Birthday Girl."
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Aiden Blaire
20 July 2009 @ 01:34 am
All questions are answered with one word and one word only.

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Aiden Blaire
09 June 2009 @ 09:34 pm
((Backdated to just before this.))

Aiden had been going over the details of his final project and what tracks he needed back from Percy and tracks he still had to send to the brainiac. He was bent over his desk, industriously doodling around the two scribbled lists. He barely glanced up at his cell ringing. He snagged it and looked at the number. Not a local number.

"Moshi moshi," he answered promptly after flipping his phone open.

"Do you always answer your phone that way? Just out of curiosity," said the familiar Japanese voice on the other end of the line. His eldest aunt was eternally curious about him. Mostly because of all of Longshot's children, Aiden seemed the most likely to get into the family business that did not deal with entertainment. So, his aunt was ever curious what he was doing.

"It was a number I didn't know. Narrows the list of people who would call me by a lot." Aiden smiled to himself as he started doodling what was supposed to be a puff of brimstone with a white tail coming out of it. Well, supposed to, it looked a little more like a diagram for human growth and development.

"Ah. Remember the conditions for Hana's seal?" There were sounds in the background that the teenager couldn't quite make out. It generally sounded like the soundtrack used in movies for city noises.

"Yeah. I've been waiting for directions." If his aunt was going to give him a job to do, it would certainly stop him from thinking in circles about his final project. Possibly a welcome distraction.

"Your iPod has been in the lost and found at the Post Office for awhile now, hasn't it?"
"Erm. Yeah. I should get that, huh?"
"Probably. One might think you didn't like my gift."
"Oh, never. Full of slamming beats and stuff to move with. I've just been busy."
"Well, get it soon, nephew. Jaa."

"Hai. Hai," he responded before closing his phone. He looked down at his doodles. Not much for him to do today. He thought Angel was doing something with her parents today, so he probably wouldn't see her until the evening. He had time on his hands. He sent Angel a message he was going out for a bit and would be back later. Then he gathered up his leather jacket and put on his motorcycle boots. He dropped to the floor with a soft grunt and reached under his bed. It took him a second to remember how he stashed this gear and the correct way to get it undone. Once, in hand, he put the sack over his shoulder and headed out to his bike.

The ride into Salem Center was uneventful as he headed toward the Post Office. Then he bypassed the Post Office and went down four blocks. He parked his bike outside of the florist there and went in. Aiden gave his best smile to the petite woman behind the counter and said he was here to pick up a bouquet of forget-me-nots for his Aunt Alice. He had to wait a few minutes before he was handed a tastefully done floral arrangement in a small wicker basket. He walked out of the store and around the corner before he removed the flowers and saw a small disc at the bottom. He took the disc out and replaced the flowers. He handed the basket of flowers to an old lady he passed on his way back to his bike. He settled down on his bike and pulled out something the looked like an iPod out of one of his interior jacket pockets.

The case of the fake iPod flipped open, and he put the disk in before closing it again. He put the earbuds in as he felt the tiny vibrations of the device whirring to life. His aunt's voice came through the headphones after a second. The message, as typical for her, was mostly in Japanese. Some slang words came out in perfect English.

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Aiden Blaire
16 May 2009 @ 08:15 pm
He wasn't in class when he should be. A student still needed to attended classes even though he had finished his final project early. The young Mojoworlder knew this. He just had a hard time getting out of bed after his girlfriend left to go help in tumbling classes. When he finally pushed himself upright, he scratched an itchy belly and decided to hell with the rest of the day. Now, he was standing in the senior boys' steam-filled restroom. Class time was about the only time he figured he could get this place on his own. Today, at least, he was right. His skin was still pinkish from the long, hot shower. His shoulders and the back of his neck had a more reddish cast, but he ignored any minor stinging. He wiped the fogged up mirror with his hand shaking and stared at the smeared reflection.

His skin didn't look sallow and mottled egg-shell yellow. Blond hair instead of masses of multi-colored wire. Aiden stood there for a moment and shook his head slowly. So different. His blue eyes seemed dull. Could have been the steam. Most likely was life. The person in the mirror was not like the person Aiden had been a year ago. A year and the boy who had been was gone. No more moves with unrestrained zest. Everything seemed calculated or cautious now. How much was needed to get by. How much the audience would appreciate. Except the audience was all of one and not impressed.

Standing there and slightly dripping on the tile didn't stop him from staring to try to figure out changes that were below the skin. The mirror fogging up again did. He thought he had more friends a year ago. A willingness to make them. A sense of adventure. Less nightmares. Last night had been horrible when he shut his eyes. A reminder that even though he was back here, the bloated sack could and would grab him back with no one able to stop him.

Aiden had been helped by the Professor and Miss Grey, but that only went so far. So many footsteps inside his head before he felt intruded upon. He only allowed so much help before he thought he was being carried. And he wanted desperately to be strong enough to not be carried. He figuratively pushed himself to his own feet and started walking. It had gotten him here. And here seemed miles from the happy there he had been in a year ago. Maybe not happy, but definitely massively ignorant. Sheltered long enough to be broken and burned later.

He grabbed his towel with a sigh and started to actually dry himself off. As much as he could in his informal sauna. Too much self-reflection was probably a bad thing. But he had to think about it. Since when things got rough he was told he was not the son they had raised, the brother she had grown up with, or the hero he needed to be. Aiden hated uncertainty. That's why he dove into things. Things were so much clearer in action.

Except everything was muddled now. Or mired. He didn't go out like he used to. No bike races recently despite the messages on his phone. Though he didn't know about being called 'Hollywood' now. Though maybe he should take that as a code name or something. Or just take that as his name entirely. Or just go by Aiden. There were better suited people to carry on the Blaire name anyway. Four that he could think of. Five if you considered Caroline in. Six when he remembered Josephine was a half-sister on that side. He was starting to think he didn't fit in anywhere, really. Not at home. Not at school. And he was so going to be the odd guy out when Angel went to college and they lived with Val and Sara. Those three had maps with directions and he had... blue post-it notes falling off a mirror.

He hoped the final tests came soon. His education before Xavier's had always been geared toward tests. He excelled there. Not that he pulled down top grades, but he did pretty well. It was his push comes to shove instinct. Adrenaline kicking in and making his mind clearer. His final project had been a great distraction. It had taken up all that time he was now spending waiting. But it was done and handed in and he was left with time on his hands.

Angel was a big help, though. She was what kept him sane. His mind would start to float off and her presence would bring him back like a tug on a string. If she hadn't been there with him when he had his nightmares, he probably wouldn't even be here anymore. Aiden would have been gone. Pushed on the road and running from inevitable dread. Hunted by friend and foe alike. Though he thought the odds were tipped more toward the enemies at the moment. If Spiral came to drag him back, there was no defense against her. He knew that. He didn't mention it, but he had to accept and live with it. Thus, he tried to live every day with Angel like it could be his last. Because if he was pulled back into hell, the devil wasn't going to let him go.

His girlfriend was a rock to cling to. A saucy and flirtatious rock, but one all the same. When he struggled awake from his nightmares, she was there. Soft, warm certainty asleep beside him. Sometimes with her tail wrapped around him somehow. Usually when his dreams were his worst. He sometimes wondered how she managed to cling to him tightly when he needed it. He would also be glad when he could live someplace where he didn't exactly have to sneak around to share a bedroom with her.

Done drying so he wasn't dripping anymore, Aiden tossed the towel at the hamper. This was school and not a hotel so he couldn't steal the towels. He watched the balled up towel get right inside the rim. He had a ghost of a smile on his face before he turned invisible. If he had brought clothes in, they would have gotten damp from the sauna atmosphere his shower had made in the room. So, instead, he propped the door open to get the room to air out and padded down the hall, back to his dorm room.
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Aiden Blaire
28 April 2009 @ 12:57 am
He wrote a report on the possibility of general good will between humans and mutants through the musical medium. He cited the history of mutant musicians (exclusive interviews with his mother and Aunt Lila for some reason) so far and speculated on possible ways to use music as a healing and unifying tool.

The multimedia portion was a CD made of music recorded and produced by Aiden. Nothing with a specific message, but an album with mutants doing songs all sorts of people can get into. Aiden laid down the drum tracks and vocals. His brother Percy did the guitar parts and background vocals. Aiden found a bass player in one of the lower grades who had a thing for Joan Jett music; she also did the vocals for the tracks where a female singer was needed. The CD was put together on school equipment, except for the parts done in Japan by his brother and sent to him.

The CD cover looks like this:

The songs on the CD are these:

Copies of the CD were sent home to his parents, siblings, and other relatives. He has copies to give to his aunts, sister, cousin, and girlfriend in person. He also has a stack of Cd's to hand out to interested people.

If curious, Aiden's singing voice sounds exactly like the one on the last track.
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Aiden Blaire
21 April 2009 @ 12:02 am
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Aiden Blaire
10 March 2009 @ 05:34 pm
Part 1: The Basics

1. What is your full name?
Aiden GetDownFromThereRightNow Blaire. Though I'm told I actually don't have a middle name.

2. Where and when were you born?
January 1st, 1991 in Nagano, Japan at home with my grandma midwifing. It was chilly, I think.

3. Who are your parents?
Alison Blaire a.k.a. the Dazzler - loving mother of five who continues to avoid superhero life and work on her music
Longshot - loving father of six who has saved his home dimension from despotic rulers twice and lives a quiet life among lots of ninja women who think he's peachy keen

4. Do you have any siblings? What are they like?
Hana is my twin sister
Percy is my first younger brother. He's the smart one of the bunch. He can have all my college funding. He's a bit quieter than the rest of us, possibly from all that thinking.
Emi is my younger sister. She's athletic and really into figure skating. I hope if she gets a chance at the Olympics, she doesn't get turned away like I did.
Tristan is the squirt of the family. Or my second younger brother, if you will. He thinks I'm his hero, but he'll grow out of that. A bundle of energy that doesn't stop being cute.
Shatterstar is my older-younger brother. He's a grim sourpuss, but he knows his sword stuff. He can probably still whup my butt and make me feel silly for it.

5. Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.
Currently live at Xavier's with a whole bunch of people. I'm graduating soon and want to move away. Not because of any bad associations, but being there with that many people can make you fade into the background. Or they forget about you.

6. What is your occupation?
Student. Sometime biker racer. Looking to get into a band as a drummer.

7. Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.
I'm tall, about an inch taller than my Dad and weigh more than two times what he does due to having solid bones. I look more like a Mojoworlder with three fingers and a thumb per hand. Blond hair like Dad's with blue eyes that are more like Mom's. Pretty toned, muscle wise but not overly muscled like... Colossus or those Hulk guys. Tend to dress casually in t-shirts and jeans unless I'm out on a date or mission.

8. To which social class do you belong?
I didn't know there were classes on socializing. I must have missed those when I was out talking to people.

9. Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?
Not that I'm aware of. Pretty hardy.

10. Are you right- or left-handed?
Ambidextrous via practice. I'm naturally right-handed.

11. What does your voice sound like?
A little something like this. Oh, if only I had a band I could say that with...

12. What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?
Mmm. I slip into Japanese on occasion when I'm not paying attention. I cuss in Cadre from time to time.

13. What do you have in your pockets?
Pocket lint. Chapstick. Some pennies. Some bead chain. A stick of Trident gum. A folding knife. A bit of string.

14. Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?
I don't pay strict attention to reality and flights of fancy can catch my attention so hard I believe them.

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Aiden Blaire
01 February 2009 @ 08:21 am
Aiden had no idea where he was. One minute he had his girlfriend cuddled against him as they dozed on a flight back to school, the next he was free falling into gigantic fields of white. His arms flailed into the air, trying to grab something to stop his fall, but nothing came to hand as he continued to plummet. The ground was racing up to meet him faster than he thought it should. He barely had time to think of flattening his body out to at least survive the fall. He just managed to turn himself over in the air and spread his arms and legs wide. He hit the soft, snow-covered ground with a muffled "FLOOMPH."

It took him a minute or two realize he wasn't dead. That cold, biting sensation in his limbs was not death creeping over him. So, he spent several very long minutes crawling out of his personal crater. His fingers were near a fire-engine red when he dug himself somewhere near the surface. He puffed out a breath and realized breathing was like letting icy daggers into his lungs to stab at will. He wrapped his hands around his body and struggled forward. Aiden frantically looked back and forth across the white landscape.

Za's Vid! It would be like camouflage for her. He might regret this in two seconds, but he took in a deep breath and cupped his hands around his mouth. "ANGEL!"

He kept struggling forward and shouting her name. He didn't know if the wind was snatching his words away or carrying them to her. Either way, he had to find her. She had been on the plane beside him. She had to be here. Except here was really damn cold. Even for his heightened Mojoworlder metabolism it was getting to be too much. His breathing was getting quick and shallow as his skin got bumpy. Not quite goose bumps because he had no body hair from the neck down. A little more struggling forward and he thought he must be making progress. He was starting to feel warmer already.

His shivering was making it hard to stand. His teeth chattered together. He conserved his breath for moving forward. He hoped he had enough luck to stumble across Angel. If he had no other bit of luck this year, please just let him find her. With the two them, they could figure something out. And she could hold him until he got feeling back in the tip of his nose. He grumbled as he stumbled and fell. He was not getting where he needed fast enough. Also, his hands and arms weren't working right.

Aiden managed to struggle up to his knees. He heard a soft crunching sound coming toward him but paid it little mind. He needed to hear little bamfs. Those are what he needed. The crunching of snow stopped right in front of him. He glanced up from trying to get his foot free to see fur-topped boots. His facial muscles might have been frozen, but he was trying to look confused. Angel didn't wear boots.

He didn't even really feel the blow that knocked him out.


When he slowly regained his senses, it was his ears that told him he was somewhere else. First, they didn't burn with a stinging cold. Second, he could hear voices. Unfamiliar ones. The way they spoke was slightly familiar, but he couldn't place the voices at all.

"What did I tell you, my little dancer?" It was a big voice. Booming at times. Dripping with menace now. "You have to wait for your prize. It will be hard to market this one as the next big thing with half of his face eaten by cold."

There was an electrical hum and a quick zark sound. It was shortly followed by a pained grunt and the sound of boots staggering back. "You're, uhn, you're right, your magnificent fatness. F-Forgive me."

"Not now." Aiden had managed to open his eyes slightly. He saw a massive yellow blur. A part of it seemed to be waving. He closed his eyes in the hopes of getting his eyes to focus. Instead, he got the sound of metal on metal skittering toward him. "What's this? Oh, I think my new star is awake!"

The young man could keep the shiver of revulsion out of his body at how cheery that booming voice sounded. He didn't shiver long as a large hand grabbed him under the chin and hoisted him up. He was held up high enough his feet dangled off the floor. His head was turned left and right as another long-fingered hand grabbed around his waist to hold him up.

"Hmm. Matinee good looks. Get the young girl and hormonal crowd with that. Not a trace of his mother in his looks. Wonderful! Spitting image of his... of the ... well, you know, the less said about him the better. Hm. You say his girlfriend is fuzzy? With a tail? Have to dump her. She plays to the wrong demographics. Keep her off set. Maybe one of the slave girls could work. Maybe a feisty redhead? No. Good for the appearance of a fling. Not a blond. Don't want complete comparisons with his parents. The less said about Dazzler, the better. Ack! Said her name! Someone get me mouthwash! Ptui!"

Aiden finally opened his eyes and wished fervently he could recoil. He was trapped in the grasp of the largest sack of eggshell yellow skin he had ever seen. A massive roil of fat sitting on a spider-legged chair. Those bright, yellow eyes stared into his and the Mojoworlder wanted to run.

"Blue eyes! Wonderful. Just have to work on making them piercing, m'boy. People follow leaders with piercing blue eyes more readily. Though not as light as... his. More your mother's. Mm. Too bad. Spiral! Fix that in your Body Shoppe[tm]! Maybe give one fake glow... wait. Too much! Leave his eyes in his head for now. But if they pop out while filming," the massive creature shook Aiden a bit. "Well, give him something better. Eyes like yours maybe. That might drive 'em crazy. Except take the wild, murderous look out. Charlie Manson never made good TV and neither will you."

"Gurk," was about Aiden could manage to get out. The hand on his jaw had shifted to his neck. He tried to reach up to pry the fingers off.

"Needs elocution lessons. Not very verbose. We can build up to that." The creature dropped Aiden to the floor. "Gets on his knees nicely. As he should. I am Mojo III: Return of the King. Cheers. Applause. You're too dumb not to know the protocols, boy."

One of the spider-like legs reached out from the chair and poked Aiden in the chest. If he hadn't rolled with the blow, the Mojoworlder would have been sure his chest would have been pierced. He fell back to the floor and looked at the other person in the room. White hair spilled out from under her helmet, two arms folded in front of her chest, two others in the air as the four-fingered hands picked invisible things out of the air, and the final two arms down to have her hands on her hips. Aiden felt the color drain from his entire body and puddle in his shoes.

"Poor baby has just figured out he's in hell," Spiral commented with a sneer.

Mojo III clapped his hands together. "Good. Good! I have just the role for him."

The floor under Aiden opened up and left him nowhere to grab to stop him from falling. He yelped and plummeted.


Aiden weaved. He was wearing his fatigues from the movie, but he wasn't on the beach. Instead, he had a red-faced Mojo craning his massive head toward him.

"Are you an idiot? How hard is it to not get stabbed by a bayonet and stab the enemy with one? At least your wounds are in different places so Spiral gets something interesting each time she has to piece you back together!" The large despot started to pace and gesticulate in the air. "I'm going to have to edit this like crazy. I never believed Valeria when she said she picked such an idiot to teach her AI, but you're out to prove yourself on that one."

The blond Mojoworlder blinked. Where...? What? Valeria wouldn't say that about him. They were friends. She encouraged him to keep teaching Zip. This... what the heck was the bloat talking about? How would he even know about her?

Mojo seemed to have noticed the dumbfounded look on Aiden's face. He stopped his pacing and turned to the... spined star. "Did you think you were even in the same realm as her? She's leagues smarter than you. She's a genius and you're... you. Once her little automaton is smarter than you, she'll drop you like a rock. The girl dropped her brother out of her life! What makes you think you're any better than him?"


Aiden's body shook slightly after being slammed to the floor. He groaned softly and lay still for the moment. Maybe if he didn't move...

A booted toe rammed into his side and broke ribs. He groaned and tried to roll away to curl up. He didn't get far as a boot heel dug into his shoulder.

"Think any of them will come for you, you little worm? What friends do you think you have? The blond chick who wraps herself into her own problems? Or she'd stop wearing those black hoods for a moment? Sure, she makes nice popcorn for those movie nights, but why should she care you're gone? She'll sit next to a window and pine for the hairball's pimp to come home."

There was the sound of massive fingers snapped. "I know! The princess! The princess will come for him! You know, the one he just handed over to the bad guys? Since he was too weak to help. She'll come, Spiral! Prepare the colored livery!"

There was a snort. Spiral had to be the one standing with a foot pressing into his shoulder. "Maybe his 'Little John?' The one who thought Robin Hood was so important that when he got hurt, not one call was made between the Merry Men. Didn't Robin find out because his sister left to go take care Gimpy John? And no apologies made. No mention of how important you aren't."

Her boot heel pressed in harder. Aiden closed his eyes tight and willed the two crazy people to go. To leave him alone.

"They'll come for me," he whispered. "They'll be here for me." It was a mantra

Mojo cackled.
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Current Mood: gloomygloomy
Current Music: DVD spinning
Aiden Blaire
25 December 2008 @ 06:26 pm
They had arrived at Narita Airport on the 23rd after a nonstop flight from New York. Due to Hand activities earlier in the year and the need to hide Angel from having to be fingerprinted when she didn't have five fingers, they departed the flight and got a special escort from a short by even Japanese standards woman. They went through customs with minimal fuss and met up with the welcoming committee. The three students got hugs and shuffled off to the vehicle with their bags and things. They arrived at the twin's home (shown in a Percy made model here) in the evening. Angel was shown a guest room and the twins dropped off their own things after being lovingly mauled.

The next day was a haze of sleep, baking, and wrapping. Also, one sore butt from Aiden slipping and falling on the ice-covered koi pond while trying to show off.

Now, it was currently Christmas Day. Aiden was lounging on the couch. There were presents to open. Though there were nice smells wafting from the kitchen. His grandmother still had not come down yet. He was just going to enjoy the day as much as he could. It was nice to be home.

Though he did hope they could give a little mini-concert with Mom before the present unwrapping began in earnest. Because Tristan was going to take forever with his haul from Santa.
Current Location: home in Nagano
Current Mood: peacefulpeaceful
Current Music: Twelve Girls Band - All I Want For Christmas Is You
Aiden Blaire
07 November 2008 @ 03:35 pm
Aiden was trying to figure out how he got here. Well, not on the dock by the boathouse. That was a simple matter of walking. Alone because he walked out of a large building with lots of people in it with a cellphone cradled against his ear. Now, his phone was held loosely in one hand as he watched sunlight play on the lake waters.

He supposed he should be afraid of the lake. He nearly drowned here a couple weeks ago. But that was a special circumstance. There normally wasn't lake monsters there. Or giant squids. Or anything that Hogspimple place had in those books. It's not that he forgot what happened either. The taste of the water and the burning of his lungs were not things that would easily meander away from his recollection. It's just... he couldn't blame the lake for what happened to him.

He could blame himself for the past two conversations with his father on the cellphone. The first came the day Hana had made it to Japan. Apparently, the haunted and haggard look had stayed for the flight and beyond. It was nice to hear she got there okay. It was less nice when Dad started to prod for information. Aiden managed to stay vague for a bit; he hadn't known what Hana would want told or not. His father was a light touch most times; people barely noticed he turned things the way he needed. Except when it came to the welfare of his wife and children. Even the cranky older younger brother.

"Aiden." Dad didn't sound like he thought he had been given the whole story.
"But that's what happened."
"Not entirely. Everything, Aiden." His voice was getting a little harder and insistent.
"I... don't know what she wants told. I don't know everything. Misha probably does. Call him?"
"Aiden..." The third time his name has come up. Dad is not giving up.
The teen sighed. "Alright. Here's everything I know has happened lately."

The second call from his parents came at what was probably the end of his sister's stay. Aiden hadn't been too sure how long she would be gone. Both parents on the line, so it seemed like something serious. When they said everyone was fine, Aiden relaxed. Which made the gut punch in the next sentence hit a little harder. Hana didn't want to be there anymore. She wanted to move out. Away. It was at that point he had started walking. He couldn't be around people. People distracted him. He needed to think. To wrap his mind around how miserable his sister had to be and how he had done not enough to help her not feel that way.

He went over everything that had happened from his end. It gnawed on him that he did something wrong. That he didn't do enough of something to keep his twin happy, but then again, he was getting the idea his stock with her was diminishing. He had made her promise not to avoid him anymore. Period. She could have avoided everybody but him. Before she left, she was still avoiding him and everybody else.

There was some serious thought on the end of that dock that if her promise to him meant nothing, then his promise to not go off on adventures without telling her didn't have to be followed. Except he couldn't justify going back on his own promise. His bike racing wasn't an adventure. It was more of a test. A challenge. And he always came home with no stories to tell. Adventures needed stories. Even if the end included being impaled on a samurai's sword.

But he thought he had until graduation. Aiden knew life would probably take him on a different path than his sister, but he thought he had more time. A few more months to hang with her. A little longer to be two goofy kids late at night in front of a television. That couldn't happen when she was elsewhere and commuting in. He had always had a sense of comfort knowing his sister was sleeping under the same large roof. That one person in the mass of students and teachers understood him implicitly and was always there. Now, he didn't have it.

It was stupid and childish and probably a bit too possessive to ever bring up to his father. But it was what Aiden felt.

The Mojoworlder stood at the end of the dock and stared vacantly over the water. His cellphone was held so loosely it was threatening to fall either on the wooden dock or in the murky waters under the dock.

He just needed to get a handle on this. Hana wasn't abandoning him. It was probably better for her peace of mind if she left. Because things had been pretty terrible around here for her. She would never mean to purposefully hurt him. So, he would just have to try out some acting skills of his own. Be supportive. Ignore his own feelings. Help her out.


He thought he had until at least May.
Current Mood: shockedshocked
Aiden Blaire
09 October 2008 @ 11:27 pm
Ask any of my characters anything IC or OOC.

The list is:

Aiden Blaire
Jay Walters-Wingfoot
Takeshi Harada
Nika Sable-Preston

Silver Sable
Current Music: Tokyo Ska Paradise Orchestra - Enter the Dragon
Aiden Blaire
(( Takes place shortly after the events in Hana's post ))

Thank the programmers that Aunt Lisa had taken a strong hand in getting things situated. After Aunt Nika's insistence that Hana stay in her room, Aiden's twin eventually told those gathered what had happened to her in Alex's bathroom. Aiden himself went through several shades of white as he listened. There was still an enormous amount of anger inside of him, but it was blanketed under fear and sadness. His sister and best friend had been attacked like that. He held Hana until she finally fell asleep.

Then Aunt Lisa stepped in. She and Nika would alternate between the recliner in the front room and the chair at Hana's bedside. Aiden got the couch. Angel was given Lisa's bed to sleep in. The teen Mojoworlder would have protested, but he was too drained after listening to what Hana said to try. He kissed Angel on the cheek and settled on the couch. He couldn't relax. His mind kept going over how he must have missed chances to help Hana. She was supposed to look after him, and he her. Dad had told him as much when they first started school at Xavier's.

Aiden kept tossing and turning, never quite falling asleep. After Nika had finished her turn for vigil at Hana's bedside, he watched through half-lidded eyes as she went right past the recliner to the front closet. She seemed to dig some things out and go out the front door. He had never been very good at time-telling, but it was still dark out.

It was lonely and cold in the front room without somebody over there in the recliner. He sat up with a soft sigh. His stomach roiled at the change in position. He puffed out a breath to try to keep dinner down. Every time he'd close his eyes, he'd see his sister backed into a corner and scared out of her mind. When he felt his stomach heave again, he decided a bathroom might be in order. He avoided the main one in case Hana or Lisa needed it.

He quietly crept into Lisa's room. Aiden paused to look at the dark shape on his aunt's bed. He longed to lay beside Angel and just hold her. She was warm and rock steady. Everything he needed right at the moment. Except if he did that, he might get sick all over her. His stomach was letting him know in no uncertain terms that he had never been this worried and it did not like it one bit. So, instead of climbing onto the bed with Angel, he quietly padded into the master bathroom.

Aiden did his best to close the door as silently as he could. If he did hurl, he hoped the mighty wood of the door would protect his girlfriend's ears. He slowly groped his way through the darkness to find the toilet. He might have knocked over Lisa's toothbrush cup and toothpaste and... Za's Vid, he didn't want to know what his aunt kept in here. Why couldn't he just find the... ah. There it was.

The tile felt a little cool as he slowly sank down. He swallowed and stared at the dark spot that was probably the toilet. He felt terrible. He could probably feel better if he threw up. Or at least drained enough to try to fall into a numb sleep. Except his body was not cooperating. After a few minutes of kneeling in front of the porcelain bowl, he shifted and sat down with his back against the bathtub. He willed himself to puke. Anything. Release of something.


Instead, he drew his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. Why Hana? Of the two of them, why her? He was supposed to protect her. He thought he had been doing okay. Except in the span of months, he had been given two outstanding examples that he couldn't. He wondered if this was part of growing up. Being shown that you were a complete failure on the most important things. With the Hand, he couldn't have done much. He knew that much. But with Alex, he should have seen something. Stopped it somehow.

It had been too much of a relief then. Had to be it. He had been seeing Hana smile again after Misha left with Becky. He thought maybe she had listened to him. Now, he was thinking he knew nothing. That he had somehow stopped paying attention and thinking everything was fine when it wasn't. He bit his lower lip and put his forehead down on his knees.

He wanted to shrink. Disappear down to a size where he could hide in one of Hana's pockets and pop out to punch noses before things got out of hand. Instead, he got hot tears sliding down his cheeks and his shoulders shaking. He tried to choke down the sounds that wanted to come out.
Current Mood: crushedcrushed
Aiden Blaire
23 September 2008 @ 09:07 pm
If I flap my arms real hard...

If you lived at the X-Mansion by tigerlilygamgee
Your Code Name
Your Mutant PowerFlight
Your RoommateGambit
Your Costume ColorsPurple & Blue
You Will DatePhoenix
You Will Fight WithHusk
Your Best Friend Will BeBishop
You Will Be Betrayed ByPsylocke
Your Arch Rival Will BeVargas
Your Number of Missions Will Be88
The Percentage of Successful Ones Is
Current Mood: confusedconfused
Aiden Blaire
11 September 2008 @ 02:38 am
Aiden had been doing this for a little while. Finding time to slip out by himself. Lots of assumptions were made that he was out supporting his sister at her play. He didn't really disabuse anybody of that notion. He still was trying to figure out if he liked what he was doing. It had started early in Hana's rehearsal schedule, after talking to her about what he termed the 'Becky incident.' He took his sister out to her rehearsals and had time to kill. At first, he checked the local music stores and looked into if any bands needed a drummer. Nothing really caught his attention. So, he started to drive around on his bike.

He was just sort of exploring when he drove right into the middle of one. It really ticked off the guys racing. There were heated words, hands raised to try to appear like he wasn't ready to punch anybody, confusion, and eventually Aiden ending up on the starting line while somebody checked the police scanners again. Aiden wasn't sure what was going on, but if it required his bike to go fast, he figured what the heck.
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