sonoflongshot: (Not sure)
2016-08-21 11:29 pm

Journey Through the Down East

When the tall, blond man rolled over and flung his arm out, he felt grass instead of the fuzzy skin he was used to. Aiden Blaire's eyes popped open. He didn't remember falling asleep in grass, and when his vision cleared, he saw he was on his side in a large field. There were other bodies lying prone in the grass around him. With a soft groan, he pushed himself up and onto his feet. He took a closer look at the bodies around him.

He gasped and scrambled over to a familiar lump. He crouched down beside the brunette and put his hand on her shoulder. “Aunt Nika!”

He shook her shoulder gently. He let out a slow breath when he was cussed at in Symkarian and called Felicity.

“Don't have the chest for that, 叔母ちゃん.” He kept his four-fingered hand on her shoulder as he glanced out at other dark shapes lying in the grass. He squinted in the hopes he would see the other New Mutants. Instead, he spotted Stephanie's husband, Val's alternate half-brother, Sara's boyfriend's friend, a vaguely familiar teenager, and some Asian man he'd never seen.

“Ah-Aiden? What’re you doing here?” Nika asked sleepily. “... where’s here?”

“I dunno, but at least we have others with us.” He took his hand from her shoulder as she started to rouse. “They’re waking up, too.”

He rose smoothly to his feet to give her some space as he went to check on the others lying in the field. By his estimation, the other five were groggy but fine. Even the redheaded teen who screamed in his face and tried to scoot away across the grass.

“Whoa! It’s alright,” Aiden tried to soothingly shout over the panicked screams. He held up his hands to placate the kid, but that seemed to make it worse. “Uhh, calm down?”

Once the Mojoworlder had moved a few steps back the teen calmed down enough to stop the screaming. Rather than agitate the kid again, Aiden turned back to his aunt, whom was slowly getting onto her feet. He watched her squint around the surrounding grasslands they were in.

“No higher vantage point,” she said as she walked over to him.

“Hmm.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Hold a second.”

He left his aunt’s side and went over to the sometimes angry Avenger. He offered his hand to the tall Native American. “Hi! I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m Aiden, Dazzler’s son.”

Jay Walters-Wingfoot glanced him over before shaking the offered hand with a strong grip. “Sara’s friend, I remember. Know where we are?”

“No clue. Can I stand on your shoulders?”

Jay blinked. “...what?”

Aiden gestured to the open expanse around the slowly gathering group of people. “Not a lot of high points around here. You’re built like a tree and probably as strong as one. If I stand on your shoulders, I get a twelve foot view of our surroundings.”

The Avenger puffed out a breath. “Sure. May as well. Unless the Atlantean can fly up higher.”

They both looked over at Remi deNamor, who was looking down at his bare feet on the ground. His brows knit together as his shoulders jerked up and back. There was a long pause as the duo watched him. “I… can’t fly. I don’t think I have my powers.”

“Oh, boy,” Aiden whispered to himself as he scratched his cheek lightly. He turned to look back at Jay. “Better look around for a way out?”

Jay nodded and cupped his hands to help boost Aiden up. The Mojoworlder probably could have climbed up without the assist, but there was less chance of accidental groin punishment this way. He balanced easily with his feet on Jay’s shoulders. Even moreso when Jay held onto his feet.

Aiden put a hand over his eyes to block out the bright sky. He didn’t see a sun anywhere, but the sky itself was bright. He squinted to see anything in the distance than low grass.

“Any sign of water?” Remi asked as he walked over to be just outside of an arm’s distance from Jay.

No mention was made of the specific distance. Mostly because Aiden was squinting into the distance. “No shimmer of water, but… I think I see trees. Red trees?”

“My kind of trees,” Jay commented as he readjusted his hold on Aiden’s feet.

Aiden slipped his hand down from his brow to rub his eyes. He could barely make out the treeline in the distance, but there was something flickering that ran parallel to the trees. He squinted into the bright horizon and then swept his eyes down and around.

“Something else out there, too. Parallel to the treeline. It’s there and then kinda not.”

“‘Kinda not’?” The Atlantean asked as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Aiden looked down at him. He noticed his aunt and the Asian guy getting the skittish redhead to join the group. “Well, I see a black line of something, but flickers. Might just be a trick of the eye from the distance or something.”

“You done looking?” Jay asked ever-so-innocently.

“Yes. Oh! Leggo of my feet,” Aiden advised. Once Jay let go, Aiden flipped off his living platform’s shoulders and landed neatly on his feet. He tossed his arms up. “Tah dah!”

The lack of applause was disheartening. To both of them. He would have claimed double chest pains to lighten the confused mood, but he decided they needed a direction more than comedy relief.

“Impressive,” Nika commented lightly. “Anything else of interest besides the trees and flickering whatever?”

“Nothing but grass,” he confirmed. The endless field of grass disturbed him a little. He hadn’t seen a hint of mountain anywhere. He had grown up in Nagano and didn’t like large plains of flat. He shifted from foot to foot and rolled his shoulders. “Now, what?”

Everyone looked at each other for a moment. Then Aunt Nika spoke up: “We head for the trees.”



To Be Continued...
sonoflongshot: (Nyah)
2015-12-03 04:30 pm
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Voice mail

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.
sonoflongshot: (Rock the hair)
2015-08-08 06:29 pm

Contest setlist for DIRE RAINBOW

Music played by Halestorm. (Because recent female-fronted rock band to grab.) In game, non-covers were written by this A. Blaire dude.

"Dissident Aggressor"
"Slave to the Grind"
"Rock Show"
"Shoot to Thrill"
"Freak Like Me"
"Bad Romance"
"I Like It Heavy"
"Here's to Us"
sonoflongshot: (Not sure)
2012-04-12 08:11 pm
sonoflongshot: (Default)
2011-11-21 06:27 pm
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TABLE TEST WOOT WOOT

To be adjusted as informed.
Taken Parents )
sonoflongshot: (Rock the hair)
2011-08-01 07:49 pm
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Happy Birthday, Sweeeeeeeeeeeeetheart!

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.
sonoflongshot: (Comic hood)
2010-06-11 09:49 pm

If Every Man Says All He Can, If Every Man Is True...

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.
Nothing's ever easy. )
sonoflongshot: (Rock the hair)
2010-05-06 12:42 pm
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Mojoworlder logic counts as logic apparently.

You are Red/Blue!
You are Red/Blue!
Take The Magic Dual Colour Test - Beta today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.
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.
sonoflongshot: (Nyah)
2009-12-02 12:42 am
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sonoflongshot: (WTF)
2009-10-08 02:52 pm
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Annual tradition...

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
sonoflongshot: (Goofball)
2009-08-19 03:24 pm

I should go into hiding.

They're after meeeee! Well, once they figure out I spell it with an e instead of an a.

Aidan 5
sonoflongshot: (Puckish)
2009-08-01 07:08 pm
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Happy Birthday to Yoooooooou... Happy Birthday to Yoooooooou... Happy Birthday, Dear Angel!

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."
sonoflongshot: (Downer)
2009-07-20 01:34 am
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One Word Answer Meme

All questions are answered with one word and one word only.

Through a Mind Dark and Weary )
sonoflongshot: (Menace)
2009-06-09 09:34 pm
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April 14th, 2009

((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.

A good guy mission for you, kiddo )

4706 words
sonoflongshot: (Alone and cold)
2009-05-16 08:15 pm
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You're Unforgiven So Go On Living

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.
sonoflongshot: (Rock the hair)
2009-04-28 12:57 am
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Aiden's Final Project for School

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:
https://www.yousendit.com/download/dVlxb2VKMGt0NitGa1E9PQ

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.
sonoflongshot: (Nyah)
2009-04-21 12:02 am
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Hey you, see me, pictures crazy

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