Attack on W
Harpuia had searched for quite some time for Aeolus. He had gone to the residence the man had been assigned to first, only to find it empty. Next, he followed the signal akin to his, which felt a bit weaker now. It was how he found himself near the city’s core.
With Aeolus staring at him like a doe in headlights, apparently heading back to his quarters now. What had he been up to? How had he even ended up here without clearance?
Deciding to let it slide for now, as the human was plenty knowledgable and he probably didn’t do anything bad, the reploid motioned for the human to follow. It was nearing noon now, he was probably ‘late’ compared to Fefnir. IF his sibling had fared better than him. Mica popped out his vest, flying over to his human charge (who seemed to be holding another cyberelf, oddly enough).
Perhaps that’s where she had come from.
Paying it no mind, he led on silently, stopping once to confirm the human was following before continuing on.
Aeolus froze as he headed back to their ‘base of operations’, only to find Harpuia looming over him. Well, perhaps looming was an exaggerated term, but he felt intimidated none the less.
Mica, at least, seemed to be alright, but the moment she neared him was the moment she got a disapproving look.
"We’ll talk about your disobedience later, young lady." He muttered in an authoritative tone but neutral, angry at her, but at the same time, not wanting to cause a scene. Not to mention he was sure he could say things he would regret now. For now, he directed the cyberelf to sit on his shoulder as he followed Harpuia, wondering what the heck the reploid wanted him for.
It had to be important.
For now, asking questions would only delay him, so he trusted he’d be told what was going on once they arrived to their… mystery destination.
At least his little ‘group’ was no longer separated. If only he could say the same about Siarnaq and Thetis…
Harpuia’s expression at their… Breaking of rules was most amusing. Copy neither hid the smile from his cyberelf face. Copy X looked smug, lazily resting atop the human boy’s head, like a fly that had decided the warm spot on top of the other’s head was the best place to be.
With no surprise their little charge had returned, unharmed. As Aeolus had indeed predicted. He would hear about what they had been up too as soon as their lives resembled what he had now come to consider normal. That started of course, by returning to Aeolus’ estate.
Back to work as usual. Copy had enjoyed his time in Neo Arcadia. Now there was just the matter of whatever scheme the Guardians and these other young folk had come up with for a return plan. Copy cared only as much as things went to plan. Whatever the plan may be.
The little elf neared the green sage. He looked rather worn, as if he took other priorities over taking better maintenance of himself. It was to be expected he supposed. Drawing closer, hovering near Harpuia’s face, he hovered, bobbing up and down slightly, as if to motion the taller to pay attention to him more!
"…" Copy’s face then softened. In the presence of company there was nothing to say. The former leader had taken some sort of imposed ‘vow of silence’. Still, he gave the Sage’s left cheek a pat with his tiny elf hand, as if to say ‘good job’.
Maybe it was even a silent thank you.
Even after death, Harpuia was as enthusiastic to devote his time to serve a new master, old master…
That had to be given credit to.
Copy soon returned to Aeolus, carrying on his task of ignoring the rest of the goings on around him. He’d answer to no one.