Devastating Affiliations

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       Felix hadn't been asleep very long, but he knew by the way his armor was placed on a table across from his bed that he had been out for longer than he had wanted. A frown rested on Felix's lips as he gazed at the armor, noticing the lack of scratches or markings on his helmet. While he enjoyed the fact that the woman had repaired his armor he wasn't very happy over his helmets used look having disappeared as well. Felix audibly sighed as he slowly sat up, his eyes scanning the area around him once more to check to see if she had moved anything else. Thankfully, the woman hadn't, so with that noted he slowly began to swing his feet off the side if the bed. He had no idea how damaged he really was, but he figured now would be a good time to check and make sure he could walk.

Taking a deep breath, Felix slowly set his feet to the ground and allowed his body weight to slowly push his feet into a more planted position, exhaling when he felt no pain rush to his legs. Good, he could walk. With this in mind, he stood fully and stretched his sore arms, feeling a lot better after having rested. Felix soon moved to his armor, reaching out and grabbing his helmet off of the table. Upon acquiring his helmet, he promptly looked at it, his midnight visor gleaming dangerously back at him like it were out to kill him; and the look made Felix internally rejoice. While he was upset it didn't have its previous rugged look, the sharp and dangerous vibe his now polished helmet radiated made the mercenary smile a bit. This was definitely better than it was before.

Felix inevitably placed the helmet back down before looking at his chest bandage, wondering if he was in any condition to put his under armor on. Laughing quietly, he realized he honestly didn't care before reaching outwards and snatching his oddly textured under armor off the table.
It didn't take long for Felix to put in his under armor and armor on, his now polished steel and rust  glimmering with hostility just as its owner did. An amused noise escaped Felix before he began to hear the footsteps of another approaching his room. Must be the girl.
As if right on que, the other drab and sage scout helmet peaked in, the engineer visor gleaming in the fluorescent light.

"Oh, you're awake."
The woman said, sounding relieved that he hadn't died I'm his slumber. Felix wanted to laugh at that, knowing how many would have so dreamed for the opposite to occur to him for the things he had done.

"Yes, I'm awake and healthy- thanks to you of course."
The charm that flew from his voice was well placed, but the female seemed to be unaffected by his charm. She wasn't swooning or requesting for his forbidden love, but he did have to remember charm took time to work. The fact that he had to remind himself made him frown a bit. How badly had that crash actually been? He didn't dwell upon it to much before he returned his attention back to the matter at hand, her.

"I'm assuming you're feeling better?"
She spoke with the same softness she had earlier, something that was beginning to confuse Felix. Why did she insist in speaking in such a calm mannerism? Was it because he was injured and she was simply acting as a pathetic nurse would, or was there something more to it?

"Yes, I am. And I owe it all to you, miss..."
Felix trailed off as he simply waited for her to fill in the blank.

"Avian. I'm called Avian."

Avian? What kind of ridiculous- he mentally sighed as he remembered it was most likely another weird alias like Locus or Sharkface; at least he hoped that was the case. However, under his visor he smirked, his normal "relatable" attitude surfacing once more.

"Avian, right. But seriously, thank you. I'd probably still be up there in that raging storm dying if it weren't for you coming along and saving me." 

Felix was, of course, acting as an innocent and somewhat useless person who happened to have a suit of armor for the time being. He would just act like this for as long as she believed he owed her his life; which in a sense he kind of did. While he had no doubt someone would have come to rescue him, he ignored the possibility that someone may have never found him. If the local residents hadn't believed the ship he was on was a late cargo ship, they probably would have never came up to investigate in the first place. He would have died. Alone.