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"Just a chat. I've seen you around and I know Norton works with you, so..." he shrugs. He's not the greatest at social stuff, still. "I figured we might as well get to know each other."

He almost laughs at the phrasing. Ah, yes. Working with Norton. That's one way to put it.

"Speaking of, don't ever try and tail a murderer with him if you want the element of surprise. I think he forgets that not everyone can teleport or become intangible. but that's the last thing I'm saying, I swear."

Edited 2025-03-05 01:32 (UTC)

That sounds like a story worth hearing. "I'll keep that in mind. If I ever have cause to tail someone with him."

Abel leans in with a coy smile and whispers quietly to Rawne as if sharing a secret, "It's because he can't stop talking. If I hadn't felt like I was going to die, it would have been incredibly enduring." Seems that was the last thing as he leans out of the other man's space, setting his book aside and crossing a leg over the other, turning to face him in his chair better.

"Now, you'll have to tell me about yourself, I honestly don't know much and you look like an interesting sort of man." The tattoo obviously stands out as a feature, hopefully not as painful or uncomfortable a story as Abel's own distinguishing feature, the scar across his lip.

"About myself? I'm no one special, really," he says, "I was in the Imperial Guard, died, came here, graduated, went home, came back, started wardening. I don't intend to go home again, I'll probably join Shaw in her world."

"Ah, another military man. I was a Navigator in the Alliance, a pilot essentially." He says with a smile, "I'm a little jealous. Shaw did ask me once if I was interested, and I did consider it myself, but...I have a mess to clean up back home." One that he still isn't sure he wants to stick around for, but he's not about to look at that fully in it's face and probably won't until Fitz graduates or he has something forcibly make him look at it.

"The messes where I'm from are too big for one person to clean up." And they'd involve drastically reshaping reality, at this point. "My first deal was to bring my commanding officer back, that's the most I could do."

You could easily argue that the one that Abel is aiming for is also too big for one person to clean up, and it is, but that doesn't stop Abel from believing it's his duty to try. "I can understand that... I've spent most of my time here trying to figure out how to end our war ethically. It's...quite the problem. If I asked for the eradication of our enemies, I would be no different than they are, and I cannot justify asking for genocide to spare humanity from their own eradication."

Though, he understands that's a rather serious topic for the gym, clearing his throat, he attempts to steer somewhere else, "Probably not the best topic for the gym though. What was your commanding officer like? Mine unfortunately revealed himself to be less than what anyone could think of him, it'd be nice to hear about a man deserving of his position."

That was getting awkwardly close to Rawne's mess, so he's glad for a change of topic. "Gaunt is... almost too perfect, sometimes. I used to think he was a stuck-up jackass but he holds himself accountable as much as anyone else. More, even. He's also the luckiest son of a bitch I've ever met."

Why does that make him think of himself, just with more fuck ups in the present, and definitely not very lucky any more. He'd felt that way when they flew, and they were lucky to be alive no matter how much skill he and Alexei had, but definitely not quite so lucky any more.

"He sounds like someone I'd enjoy meeting. I've been told I'm a bit stuck-up, though I try not to be."

"You don't seem stuck up to me." Though they've only talked once. "If he ever shows up here, I'll let you know."

"That's because I'm on my best behavior." He says with a smile, "I was much worse back in the academy, though I certainly have my moments now."

Resting his folded hands in his lap, he glances over at Rawne, "So, aside from your future plans, what do you like to do? Have any special interests?"

Rawne experiences that thing where, once someone asks you about something, everything you've ever done disappears from your mind. "I spend most of my time at work. But I like repairing things. And carving."

Abel generally only experiences that when he's on his back, he unfortunately remembers most things at all times and it's rather overwhelming at times depending what his mind pulls to the surface at any given moment. He does perk up at the mention of repair work though, "What sort of things? I was in charge of repairs on my Starfighter back home. And I like working with my hands."

"Mostly whatever breaks on the Barge," he says, "but I've started tinkering with motorcycles in the Enclosure."

"Honestly, if there had been a space when I arrived, I would have taken maintenance. I do like this position here though, it's...fun in the sort of way that work has never been, so that's a nice change of pace." And while he didn't talk about work in this way often, it's probably the first time he's actually mentioned why he stayed in the Gym when other more appropriate positions opened up. It got him relaxing in a way that didn't feel quite so rigid but still responsible.

He immediately perks up at the mention of motorcycles though, Rawne getting a rare glimpse of the way Abel looks when he's far too excited about something, "Oh my god, really? I've been designing bikes for the Enclosure for the last few months. Y-you want to maybe build one sometime?"

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"Sure," Rawne says, perking up as well. He likes talking about machines. "Everything I've been taking apart has been preset in the computer. What have you been designing?"

Abel raises a finger for him to wait as he leans over to grab a data pad from where he'd set a clipboard earlier. It's a small thing, but when he turns it on, the holoscreen pops up and he leans in a little closer to that Rawne can see, pulling up a folder of some of his more recent builds. They're all rather futuristic, heavy and sleek looking bikes that wouldn't feel out of place in the 25th century.

"These are a few I've built recently, I design them in cad first, and then I bring that over to the enclosure and tweak the design there. I have taken an interest in the twentieth and twenty-first century designs I've seen. They weren't the most efficient vehicles I've ever seen, but they had some rather wild ideas mid century forward to the nineties." You have unlocked his gearhead special interest, Rawne and he is going to talk your ear off if you let him.

He leans over and looks at the holo images. "Those look cool. That one looks like it could go really fast."

He doesn't know a lot about specific stuff, but he's willing to listen to someone who does.

"I had a poster in my room growing up with this one in particular. Honestly they've been able to hit top speeds that most people are comfortable with since the twenty-first century, but Iris was showing me pod racing and I've thought about building my own." That definitely would need some special equipment and a pair of goggles.

"This last one can take curves like a champ pushing two forty."

"Two fourty?" He leans closer. "I wanna try that."

He really likes speed, ok?

"It can go faster than that on a straight." Though he certainly hasn't offered that kind of speed to anyone but Alexei, he thinks maybe he should.

"It's pretty loud, but I like hearing the sound of the engine."

He shrugs. "Loud's fine. I don't mind loud. At high speeds, all I hear is the wind, anyway."

"It's the best feeling though, kind of drowns out everything else." And drowning out his own thoughts and clearing his mind is something he's always chasing.

"We'll have to set up a date, go for a drive sometime. Or I can race you," his expression turns, playfully teasing, "I'll even go easy on you the first lap."

"How nice of you," he says, "to take it easy on me. I'd like that, though. To drive, sometime. Or race."

He's grinning, eager to take him on, even if he does lose.

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