One Last Meeting; Timeless Tale

Use to being left high and dry, by the multiverse itself, Aeragon learned a multitude of different ways to track a multitude of different types of people over his time 'on the force'. Explicit details needn't be shared, but pinpointing an alternate dimension within the confines of a universe that he frequented often was a simple task and one he could perform in less than a fraction of a second.

"Aren't you got to make me one too?" He'd ask, materializing within the Judgemaster's dominion just as she was snicking about, what he assumed was her perceived cleverness. As much as he was fine with standing, or just sitting on a mound of formless space, Aeragon thought it accurate for a host to provide for their guest. Knowing her family was heavy in upholding the formalities of cultured living, Aeragon assumed she wouldn't be allowed to deny him.

Aeragon could have fashioned one himself, he definitely had the capacity to do so, but he figured she wouldn't want him casually manipulating her dimension. To aggravate her wasn't expressly his intention, but it was definitely a plus to see she hadn't changed a bit with all the new responsibilities resting on her shoulders.

"I apologize, it wasn't my intention. Your family is heavy in etiquette and I didn't want to casually manipulate this wonderfully beautiful space which belongs to you and you alone." He was sincere enough in his apology, pulling his helmet off his head and placing it down on the ice seal she had made to act as their table. She was truthfully about what she'd said earlier. Being within this space wasn't taxing at all to him, and he was able to actually fully materialize even if it wasn't his true original form, which was still out traveling through the bleed and doing his job admirably.

He was fine with the chair she provided for him, poorly crafted or otherwise, "Thank you... how should I refer to you now? Miss Judgemaster? Master Judgemaster?" It was a question that was on his mind during their previous conversation. He had adopted another name entirely, but he wasn't sure about her. She probably had many names, one for each of her various lesser selves along her path of restrictions, and he just wanted to be sure that he addressed this form correctly. If Judgemaster was what she wanted to be called, then he would call her that.

"Triere then." Aeragon repeated, tapping the butt of his pistol a couple of times before leaning against the ice seal and crossing his forearms on it, as if he was sitting at a bar top. Quietly, Aeragon would pass on getting something to drink for now. He could sustain himself with him, meaning he didn't need food or water or anything of the sort for him to live and survive. It was a perk of learn how to manipulate his own sub-atomic particles when he was still Koudo. Every time he used his energy on himself, it allowed him to do that, and he just eventually didn't need to cover himself in his aura to do it. Around this point in the lost world, his younger self should have figured that out and began focusing on learning how to do Ninshu, instead of Ninjutsu, and sharing his chakra with other people. Then again, Koudo was a different person compared to himself, and that probably wasn't the case at all.

"Hmm... I guess not. I don't know if she'd recognize me like this. Maruze didn't." Besides, even after all these years, Aeragon hadn't gotten over the rejection. It'd hit him pretty hard back in the day, damaged his ego and shook his hubris. If there was a point where Aeragon had realized that he needed to make a change in order to keep the women he loved close to him, and not chase them away, then that was the time. Unfortunately, he fell deeper down the rabbit hole before turning it around and becoming the man that sat in front of Triere today.

Aeragon sighed and leaned up briefly to scratch at the back of his head. "I probably should have since I sent my daughter to Mors for training and I told her to specifically seek her out." He wondered, since he'd come here, would he have enough energy to make that stop, just to see if Tifa would be able to recognize him in this more mature form. Aeragon, by the face, was still quite an attractive man, he didn't age poorly at all, but he looked like he was in his mid 30's now. A stark contrast to Koudo who stopped his aging process at his 20's. It would take at least a 1000 years before Koudo felt the need to age himself up to reflect his maturity in spirit and character.

"You can call me Aeragon, by the way, it's the dragon name I adopted when I stopped being Koudo Tamura."

Aeragon whistled as Triere shed her armor away and got into her casual dress. He would be lying if he said that she wasn't attractive. He always thought that she was, and he had been attracted to her, but he preferred them being friends back then. A relationship would have complicated their already complicated relationship.

In regards to his mask, Aeragon only wore it because there were planets and universe in which he actually could not breath. Some universes his powers didn't quite work in, or there were different rules that applied to them in which he had to figure out on the fly. The multiverse never allowed him to introduce any anomalous inconsistencies in any of the various universes' laws and procedures, besides himself of course. He'd just gotten so accustom to wearing it that he never went anywhere without it.

"It won't be a problem, my daughter doesn't have the dragon gene in her, not at all, and she isn't interested in pursuits of carnal pleasure." Aeragon placed a hand on the top of his helmet and began tapping on the eye shield of it, "Above that, she isn't into women... or men." Tama was only ever in the pursuit of power when she first started out, Aeragon knew this, and eventually she got comfortable and only cared about providing for the children of the Broken Home Orphanage in which she had grown up. The girl still held her virginity and had never been curious in the slightest. Almost a direct contrast to both her brother, Jaehaerys, who had close to 200 wives, and her father, Aeragon, who had taken many lovers but only ever married... twice? He thought it was twice, he couldn't remember.

That had always been the plan, regardless. He was sure that their mistress of cold, embodiment of winter and affiliate of the moon matron to their affiliate of the sun, master of heat, and embodiment of summer, Perura, had already dropped by and was whispering plans and secrets with at least one of Triere's lower restrictions. He knew she knew of both his children, and he knew she would definitely make it a point to tell one of Triere's other selves that their was a Tamura running around that she might actually be able to get along with. Still, Aeragon didn't think the relationship would run as swimmingly as Triere might believe. His daughter had very little loyalty, and if someone came along offering more cash for Triere's defeat than Triere herself was offering for protection, Tama would trade sides without batting an eye. He hoped she could overcome that by going to Mors and making genuine friends and learning what loyalty was.

Aeragon sat up from his leaned position and crossed a leg over the other while resting his hands in his lap. "Hmm... I wouldn't know that." Triere's question literally confused him. Aeragon wouldn't presume to know anything about what was happening in the lost world at this point in time. As a being, technically from the future and one with the multiverse, he wasn't there, nor keeping an eye on the lost world. To get the answers to questions like those then she would actually have to reach out to the version of him who was there, and it was a likely case that he wouldn't answer this version of Triere. In truth, at this stage in her develop, within the 10th restriction, she was above him, more powerful then him, and he wouldn't be able to stomach that.

Aeragon lowered his right hand to the crystal clear waters that flowed below them and conjured up a simple glass of water, so that Triere wouldn't be drinking alone, and used his other hand to massage his brow as he explained. "It took thousands of years for me to become this, I'm from the future if its easier for you to understand, any events that are transpiring at this exact moment in time on Vescrutia have long since been forgotten and I don't keep an eye on that universe anymore. She may breed heroes, but most are self-righteous, arrogant, and self-absorbed, myself included at the time. They wouldn't request help from the universe itself since they believe they are the center of it. So, she does not send it." He lowered his left hand from his face and leaned his head back to look up at the sky of this dimension.

Quietly he lowered his head and took a sip of the sparkling water within his glass, assuming it would take the form of whatever drink he so chose whenever he chose it. For now, he only wanted water because as he had aged, he'd tried almost every kind of alcoholic beverage in the multiverse and none of them could satisfy him anymore. It was partly why he had lost interest in pursuing carnal pleasures as well, unless it was with a woman of which he already shared intimate feelings with, or about. Other than that, he was married to his job.

"Even with my level of power, as it stands, making a trip there would be difficult with the miasma of the Horsemen polluting the air. I find it commendable that a few have come up with the idea to search for answers in places where the horsemen had already struck, but I doubt they'll able to orchestra a uniform assault worthy of praise." Aeragon said, placing his cup down on the table before him, and revealing that perhaps he knew more about what was going on in the lost world than he originally led on. It was more of a lingering memory that he had grown fond of: The first time he had ever traveled into space. Actually that time was where he'd gotten the idea for the armor he right at this very moment. The cloak was one in the same, in fact.

Aeragon knocked on the table, "Enough about that stuff, and me. What about you?" He asked, interested in hearing how becoming Judgemaster had changed her over this time. It had been millenniums, from his perspective, since he'd last seen her, though it probably didn't seem like that much time to her. It was clear that she'd grown into a fine looking woman, worthy of praise, but Aeragon was much more interested in examining her psychologically and spiritually. Those were points of attraction that his younger half just didn't understand to look for in a woman.

In response, Aeragon leaned a bit closer to the table as well, pushing his glass closer to his helmet as he rested his forearms against the ice seal again. He could tell, more than before, that Triere was much more... alluring, and it was hard not to fall into her flow. Aeragon tried his best to manage, so that he didn't get tripped up.

"Well, I was just wondering what the Almighty Mistress Supreme Overlord Grand Master Judgemaster does when she isn't spying on naughty children to make sure they follow her strict rules..." He smiled. It was inviting and warm, as he slid a hand out to freely sit alone on top of the table. Well he couldn't get a clear read on how she had matured, outside of her physical developments, it wasn't for a lack of trying. Triere had clearly just gotten really good at knowing how to play him. A stark contrast to how it was when they were younger.

Aeragon hummed shortly to himself before taking back up his glass and sipping from it for a short while before sitting it back down, beside her own. "As I've said, I'm a hero, in the most general sense of the word." He stopped there, figuring that it was much too general to be an acceptable answer for this woman he was conversing with.

He turned in his chair, slightly, to face towards her a bit more and leaned against the table and his forearm. "I travel the multiverse, handling disturbances that may destroy her. Most cases, they never actually need me in order for it to work out, but the multiverse likes for me to watch." It sounded almost perverse and strange. He was enlisted by the multiverse to travel around to the various universes and watch as events unfolded, but he would act when he needed to. A lot of the cases, it was simply shooting a bullet, or knocking an object off course so someone important would survive.

"Other times, parts of me can be summon to fight in wars, or I can just have times where everything is as peaceful as it needs to be and..." He took her hanging hand in his own free one, delicately, "pursue more personal interest, like looking after my kids or entertaining a friend with company. I'm working on a way to come and stay here, permanently."

Aeragon's expression soften, if only slightly. Sure, Triere wasn't his original concern, but he could admit that seeing her again had definitely stirred thoughts and feelings he'd thought he'd long forgotten. It was impossible to forget your first true friends, and even harder to forget one of your first loves as well. It was why he pursued freedom so heavily as a youngster, and could leave well enough alone with the various women he had had in his life.

"Maybe." He said, answering her first question before looking away from her and taking up his glass to take a sip. When he finished, his drink was gone and he set the glass back down. "I'll tell you, Triere, I always regretted not, at the very least, addressing my feelings when it was the right moment to do so, but I wouldn't make a trip just to try and have an intimate moment with you and running away back to the stars. I respect and love you too much for something like that." Just that explanation alone spoke volumes about just how much he had matured over his time outside of time. While he was still quite the out-going type, Aeragon had learned a level of humility and respect, especially for members of the opposite gender. He was much more interested in forming lasting relationships, than using and discarding.

He turned to look at her again. "I've actually been finding a way to enlist my descendants to do this job, sort of like my own PMC (Private Military Company). They wouldn't need to always be outside of time, but at any given point, if something unfolds, any number of them can answer the call and rise to the challenge. It would give me time to finally hang up my cloak and put my gun to rest." Spoken like a true man, finally ready for retirement. "Then, I'd love if I could finally act on my feelings for you."

"I suppose what I really want to pocket while I'm here now..." He clutched her hand a little bit tighter, drifting himself ever so closer to her, "is your heart."

With that, Aeragon smirked, leaning back in his chair and crossing a leg over the other and scratching behind his head, "Well, guess I still can't just mesmerize you with sweet talk. You're the only one, besides Tifa, who was immune." In very anime like fashion, he closed his eyes and poked out his tongue with a 'Tee-hee', before growing serious again and folding his arms across his chest.

"Forgive me if I'm wrong, but it sounds like you want in on my plan, Co-ownership?" He asked.

Aeragon nodded his head, "Fine, I'll get back to you on it. Nothing set in stone, and I wasn't looking to talk business anyway. Seeing my son's defeat is my top priority right now, he's a threat to this universe." Which was how he felt. He had plans in the works to draft certain descendants of himself from various universe to work his 'beats' and police their various universes. Obviously, there would some more eager to take on the responsibility than others, his young self was wholeheartedly out of the question, but he had a good hunch on a few universes that were right up his alley. Including Triere wouldn't be difficult, insofar as all he'd ask of her is to explain the rules of the various universes they would police to them so they knew exactly what they needed to do. Aeragon himself would handle dispatchment. It'd be a Judge Corps to watch and record, so Triere could rest from time to time. He didn't bother explaining that though.

Then, Aeragon began to grin, locking his hands together and leaning his elbows against the table before him. He was hatching a devious little prank they could play, "How about we have some fun, where's your lower self in the Dawn? Let's ruffle his feathers. I think she'll like him." He felt that he should be leaving soon, and wanted to see just how much his son had actually grown in the 24 odd millennia he hadn't seen him.

Aeragon looked at her, briefly, before bursting out in hysterical laughter. "Sorry, sorry, it's it's just..." He breathed deeply for a moment to stop his laughter before running a couple fingers through his hair. "I think, sometimes, you must have established a psychic link with me while I was sleeping or something, because you just ready my mind. That was exactly how I was thinking about including you into this Multi-versal Police Force thing, by asking you to instruct the cadets on the rules they would have to uphold where ever they're stationed."

It was strange, but Aeragon supposed that they were just such good friends that coming to close to the same conclusion about something was a given. As much as they used to be at each others throats, because of sexual tension more than anything else, they were usually on the same page with their various plans. That basic concept hadn't changed until just before The Veritas removed itself from Vescrutia, and Priere disappeared along with it, when she came and they official tried cutting ties with each other.

He wiped away a tear that had formed in his eye from the amusement before shrugging his shoulders and locking his hands back together. "No, nothing like me going to find her, we're going to have Jaehaerys and her intersect, as a means to draw your other self out. The fun will be watching how they interact, I can't wait to see it." Aeragon wondered just how much his son had grown and if he had found that power he was looking for, or had woken up because he sensed there was a way for him to achieve it. Either way, a distraction like this, a good rival, would leave Tama with the time necessary to train up. She wasn't nearly ready to face Jaehaerys fairly on the battlefield and come out the victor. His control over his powerful soul and dragonic gifts were a sight to behold. Aeragon could at least praise his son on that, even if the child used that talent in the worst possible way.