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timmesque. That, and Aerrow is like, exactly my stereotype to the point where it's kind of ridiculous. XD Storm Hawks, Dark Ace-centric/spoilery.
orz so weak to this sort of thing
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He remembers the father.
Like a sore tooth -- like an old injury -- he remembers, and keeps those old memories close. They're reminders of the pieces of himself he found unnecessary and excised, and now he can look back on that man and laugh. Once upon a time I was stupid, he says; once upon a time, I was idealistic and full of wide-eyed belief.
Then the world happened. He grew up.
See, here's the thing: tyranny is as impractical as blind faith in the good of those around you. There is nothing inherently evil in military conquest -- if you read back in your history books, you'll see that civilization's biography is comprised of a thousand wars stacked upon each other until it blends into a seamless whole. Given time, the conquered forget they were anything else.
It's a pity, he thinks, that none of the others would have understood. Like their leader (o captain my captain), they believed so very much in the goodness of the world, of people -- they forgot how conquering didn't necessarily equate loss of free will, or that in the end, one leader is not so very different from the other. And all of them, every single last one, crumbled when theirs fell: oh, they fought him, they screamed curses and attacked with blind rage, but he'd broken something intrinsic in them by cutting out both head and heart in a single blow.
They remained blinded by their ideals until the bitter end, which was commendable, but still an end. You can't change anything if you die, and look who's still flying.
("Just suppose," he'd said one night, the two of them drinking and him pretending to be more drunk than he actually was, "just suppose--" and his captain laughing, shoving playfully at his shoulder; "you're nuts, you know, that'd never work--")
Oh yes, yes, he remembers the father. He makes sure to keep those memories alive, till he can taste those memories in the wind and feel them in the strong sure movement of his arm: look, he says with each day he lives, look at how I'm alive, look, look, look.
He looks at the son and sees the father and it's a thrill that propels him forward, sends him after the boy time and again. The father's ghost looks at him from behind the son's eyes (even death didn't kill that stupid blind enthusiasm) and he wants to say: I will show you, I'll show you exactly how I was right and you were wrong, and then -- and then --
And then.
Until then he watches the skies, he tracks those would-be Storm Hawks, and waits.
timmesque. That, and Aerrow is like, exactly my stereotype to the point where it's kind of ridiculous. XD Storm Hawks, Dark Ace-centric/spoilery.orz so weak to this sort of thing
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He remembers the father.
Like a sore tooth -- like an old injury -- he remembers, and keeps those old memories close. They're reminders of the pieces of himself he found unnecessary and excised, and now he can look back on that man and laugh. Once upon a time I was stupid, he says; once upon a time, I was idealistic and full of wide-eyed belief.
Then the world happened. He grew up.
See, here's the thing: tyranny is as impractical as blind faith in the good of those around you. There is nothing inherently evil in military conquest -- if you read back in your history books, you'll see that civilization's biography is comprised of a thousand wars stacked upon each other until it blends into a seamless whole. Given time, the conquered forget they were anything else.
It's a pity, he thinks, that none of the others would have understood. Like their leader (o captain my captain), they believed so very much in the goodness of the world, of people -- they forgot how conquering didn't necessarily equate loss of free will, or that in the end, one leader is not so very different from the other. And all of them, every single last one, crumbled when theirs fell: oh, they fought him, they screamed curses and attacked with blind rage, but he'd broken something intrinsic in them by cutting out both head and heart in a single blow.
They remained blinded by their ideals until the bitter end, which was commendable, but still an end. You can't change anything if you die, and look who's still flying.
("Just suppose," he'd said one night, the two of them drinking and him pretending to be more drunk than he actually was, "just suppose--" and his captain laughing, shoving playfully at his shoulder; "you're nuts, you know, that'd never work--")
Oh yes, yes, he remembers the father. He makes sure to keep those memories alive, till he can taste those memories in the wind and feel them in the strong sure movement of his arm: look, he says with each day he lives, look at how I'm alive, look, look, look.
He looks at the son and sees the father and it's a thrill that propels him forward, sends him after the boy time and again. The father's ghost looks at him from behind the son's eyes (even death didn't kill that stupid blind enthusiasm) and he wants to say: I will show you, I'll show you exactly how I was right and you were wrong, and then -- and then --
And then.
Until then he watches the skies, he tracks those would-be Storm Hawks, and waits.
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Also: FINALLY, WE SHARE A FANDOM AT THE SAME TIME! LET THE WORLD TREMBLE! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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ARE WE NOW? HAHAHAHA, AT LONG LAST! >D (I didn't know you liked this series, too! Awesome. :3)
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I am currently very much appreciating your talent for providing tiny fandoms with excellent, tasty fic.
Also my brain is a puddle of mush right now and therefore I am completely incoherent, but rest assured that waking up to
[w-working on fighting lurking tendencies! o-orz]
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But YAY, I'm really glad that you liked this! o/ I had no idea if anyone on my flist (other than my senpai and Timmy) knew Storm Hawks, so I'm so happy you liked it. :3 Thank you for taking the time to comment♥♥♥
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hilariousa dirty old manawesome, yes. XD And like the roommate-thingit pointed out, there is a scene of him taking down a man who looks JUST LIKE AERROW, so yeah. *g*P.S. I'm still holding you to what you said earlier. >D Draw me stuff, my lovely~ ♥♥
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You're a terrible enabler, but Ilu♥ I'm glad you liked this~
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Why no, I haven't been going through a recent re-discovering of Storm Hawks, why do you ask?
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*eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!*
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I'm really glad you liked this! 8) Iiiiiii ... will very very likely be writing more SH fic in the future, so I hope I will not disappoint you at that time! o/
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Then of course there's Aerrow, who likely knows at least some of the circumstances surrounding the DA's betrayal of his father, and yet has never ONCE showed anything but loyalty and perfect trust towards his own teammates. I just. ♥ ♥ ♥ He's either idiotically naive or painfully heroic. Right now I'm leaning towards the latter.
And heeeee, more possible writings! \o/ Between the normal quality of your fics and the incredible way you handled the Dark Ace up above, I'd say I've got little to fear when it comes to disappointment with that. ♥ Have fun watching the rest of the series~!
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I wonder if Aerrow really knows, though. If all of the original Storm Hawks were wiped out when Dark Ace turned, how would anyone be able to report back to his mother -- and by extension, him -- to know what happened? I suspect that Aerrow is actually rather unaware of the circumstances of his father's death, only that he'd been betrayed: given how the Dark Ace systematically "defeats" all Sky Knights he met before Aerrow -- and the really heavy [for a kid's show] implication that defeat = death, there probably aren't many who're aware of his original identity. SO YOU KNOW. I'm a terrible person but it fascinates me.
I'm working my way through it, and I already have fic half-started, orz. I, I'm still trying to decide if it'll be just really Symbolic And Suggestive, or if I'll actually write the terrible porn I've been half-threatening people with. XD (M-maybe I'll just flip a coin. Er. XD)
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they'd probably get along so weeeeell *sob*.♥Huh. This is actually quite probably the truth!!! Going back to the first episode, Piper says that the DA is the one who is "single-handedly responsible for the destruction of the old Storm Hawks." HOWEVER, that doesn't mean that the betrayal factor is well known--especially since, as you said, everyone who would've known about it is dead. And I can't remember it ever coming up between Aerrow and the DA before. (I-I think I made the mistake of treating Aerrow's explanation during the opening as a show of his knowledge, and not just, y'know, and explanation during the opening. XP;;;
When In Doubt, Choose The Porn is one of the greatest maxims I've learned during my time on the internets. To which I have only one reaction: ufufufufuuuu~! XD ♥
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I'm really glad that you liked this~♥♥♥
Also, did you get my email? :D
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Uhh nuuuu... what email? Which did you send it to? I have zero access to my ganked.net addy without my computer (unless I dig around godaddy and find whatever the hell browser program I could use to access it, but I lazy)-- so if you sent it there, I won't see it until my baby's fixed. XoX Use my sjenhasnopants at gmail dot com addy pls.