secondsnctdecades
THE BOY.
So if y'all don't get your sideshow acts together and get over yourselves, we're screwed. Who cares if Dad messed us up? Are we gonna let that define us? independent and private number five from the umbella academy penned by beck.
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"seems that way. no matter what, the end is always coming. it's just the speed that changes. averting one apocalypse tends to start another. or, sows the seeds of it." he had run from one end to the next and somehow they kept coming. "but, maybe one day we'll die before the one that can't be delayed happens."
❝ So then you're saying that regardless of what butterflies you step on it the past, the world is set on detonating itself one way or another? ❞ It was a terrifying thing to imagine, that it was written that the fate of the world would end in an apocalypse, no matter how hard someone tried to prevent it. She wondered if this fate would happen in her lifetime - likely considering her immortality.
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klaus has never been one five has looked to for guidance. in their classes four was often left behind by his other siblings. maybe it was the ghosts distracting him but five had written off his intelligence long ago. that didn't mean he didn't see klaus' true intelligence. his emotional intellect is a lot larger than any of them. something five has never understood.
"i only know what i have experienced." a less than subtle reminder that five had missed a large majority of klaus' life and therefore couldn't comment on what he didn't know. he understands not being respected. everyone still treats him as the child that left them at breakfast and not the exhausted old man he has become.
the commission had a large monopoly on time and it has never occurred to him that others must possess it too. or, did they eliminate all their competitors? "productivity often comes at the cost of someone who is manipulated to do whatever fucks them over."
the correction has him snorting and his eyes roll, but he knows what it means when he hears it so he lets it go without comment. he finishes the amber liquid in his glass and sits it down, running the pad of his index finger along the rim of the crystal as five continues.
his green eyes seek five's gaze as his head tilts and his expression transforms into something that might convey 'sounds about right' when accused of bullshitting.
he sits up a bit straighter, reaching for the liquor bottle and refilling his glass beyond the appropriate as the liquid sloshed three-quarters full in the glass before he stopped. "ooor," he began as he sat the bottle back down and corked it once more, "and hear me out-- you only think i'm bullshitting my way through everything because you assume that i don't know what i'm talking about when i actually do."
he paused, considering that, then rephrasing.
"okay, i know what i'm talking about most of the time, but the point still stands. i'm right waaaaay more often than any of you ever give me credit for." his hand is gesticulating again and he comes to an abrupt stop, but there's an edge to the conversational tone that suggests what he said genuinely bothers him. he can't blame them, but he can sort of resent them for it. just a little.
he smirks, not letting it register beyond the initial feeling. he takes another drag of the cigarette and snuffs it out in the tray, grimacing as he exhales.
"you'd think those blues brothers lookin' fucks wouldn't be the only ones with that kinda tech…" he laments, moving on to the subject of the apocalypse because that was the situation at hand, staring into the glass but not drinking any of the liquid. yet. "it's like- one person discovers the key, then the key gets out and other people start trying to use it for their own ciphers. like medical corporations selling their life-saving meds to the highest bidders and replicating diluted versions of it to pocket the market."
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allison would do anything for her family. it's just a shame it's the one that doesn't involve her actual siblings but her daughter. five understands it. wants his sister to be happy. but the price of everyone for a single person is a math he cannot compute.
he takes another drink before passing the bottle to viktor. he hasn't failed to notice the looks. they both could do with it. they're both the monsters in the story their family tells. viktor is the bomb and five the fuse.
the touch draws his attention immediately. be it years of touch starvation or the only touch being an attack but he can never fully accept a touch without making sure of intentions. viktor's seem pure. "as i will for you, viktor. we need to stick together."
Viktor honestly didn't know what Allison wanted, didn't want to think about it. She made it clear time and time again recently, that if something hurt him, either incidentally or on purpose, that would always be her first option, and the part of him that hated himself couldn't blame her for it either.
It was true that neither of them knew what the outcome of this plan would be. A fight against an unknown enemy, powerful and fast enough to cause serious harm to Diego. It wasn't a proposition that he was really looking forward to, but it was the first time in what felt like forever, that he could fight alongside his siblings, instead of against them.
Though, Viktor wasn't confident that Allison herself would sign onto the plan if he did. "I think...Allison would do anything to get Clare back, including agreeing to anything Dad suggests." He wasn't really their dad in this universe, but there was too much similarity to deny the title. But what did he want?
Harlan was gone, Sissy dead waiting for him to come back and he had betrayed her. Was it selfish of him to hope that there would be another world where he could go back to her? That she would forgive him for leaving? The heartbreak threatened to rip him up inside anew and he glanced at the bottle Five was holding but still made no move for it.
For the first time, he had to move beyond seeing his family as the enemy, as people who have hurt him, and step up to the plate. To stand beside them, even if not all of them wanted him there. That's what family meant. He puts a hand on Five's shoulder and squeezes reassuringly. "I don't know about the others, Five, but I'll be there with you."
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so what's vault thirty-two and thirty three, just people to be controlled?
private independent norman 'norm' maclean from prime's fallout
penned by beck (x)
#☂ ⇆ ( miscalculated the time dilation projections | self promotions. | )#( so i might have a new son alongside five )
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he did wonder if they even made it out of this shitty mess if the next timeline wouldn't just end out of spite. they were lost in time. space. at least his family had never been in the type of apocalypse that forged him from a young boy to something far worse than human. he looked at his family and saw them as their thirteen year old selves being left at a breakfast table. their bodies covered in ash. burned from nuclear radiation. full of bullets. various deaths overlapping their present breathing figures.
life really was a crock of shit.
it takes all he has not to blink away at the declaration of love. an emotion he doesn't know how to deal with despite it being his manifesto. "you're not as moronic as i first thought." it's as close as he can get to the real words right now so klaus would have to just take it.
the words catch his attention. "i'm sorry, klaus. if we're about to die you might as well get the satisfaction of being right once. don't let it go to your head. you do tend to bullshit your way to the correct answer."
@secondsnctdecades + from here.
another day, another apocalypse.
the good thing about being raised in an environment where your adoptive father puts you in life threatening situations routinely and on purpose is that when something much bigger and more complex comes along, you don't really bat an eyelid. coincidentally, that reaction alone is the entire reason the world is still ending. every world. every dimension and every universe.
everything, everywhere all at the same time or... something like that. the grandfather paradox, shafting all of reality and making it collapse inward like some terrible joke of a black hole, turning everything near it into human spaghetti.
ugh. now he wasn't gonna be able to stomach pasta for a few days.
he's delving deep into the philosophical side of cavatelli when five speaks, breaking the silence and ending the sincerity of the thought spiral. his own glass of amber liquid stops halfway to his lips, and the twitch at the corner of his mouth almost transforms into a smile. almost.
"ha! knew you loved me, tiny dancer…" the words are accompanied by a smug tone of voice, but the colour in his cheeks betrays that he appreciates the sentiment. there's a cigarette burning between the fingers of his right hand, and he takes a drag before he speaks again. "i'd be a lot less of an asshat if people would just open their hearts and listen to what i have to say, y'know... or not abandon me when i ask for help... or notice at all when i literally vanish without a trace…"
he continues the ramble, but it's mostly incoherent bits of woe-is-me tortured poetry, explaining metaphorically what he already explained literally.
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he doesn't mean to be barbed wire made flesh. his idea of being kind was never nurtured by their father and his life hasn't fostered it either. the only softness coming from his love for his family and the wise old age hidden behind his youthful figure. he knew he'd crossed a line mentioning allison when the pain of losing harlan would still wear on his brother.
"i don't think the plan will do anything but get dad what he wants. allison too, if she's for it. there's an angle we don't see and i don't follow orders blindly any more."
hopefully, he'd not be forced to break his vow to forego killing to keep his free will. "if the rest of the family vote to follow the old man i won't stop you if that's what you're asking. you're all capable of making your own idiotic choices without my input."
Okay, maybe that was the wrong thing to say, Viktor thought as he winced slightly. So much for trying to avoid therapizing, he knew how much Five chafed at the idea of people condescending to him, and Viktor disliked it too. He gazes at the bottle and wouldn't deny wanting some too, but asking for it felt presumptuous so he buried that desire. If Five wanted to share, he would.
At the mention of Allison rumouring them all, he gulped instinctively, unable to forget what she did to him. The rumouring, Harlan's disappearance and her being responsible for it just to "take him down a peg". Viktor closed his eyes tightly and looked down, not wanting Five to see him cry. Five wasn't responsible for what happened between him and Allison, and he didn't want to focus on it.
"I don't think we should have Allison use her powers for us to do this." Viktor hated how his voice wavered slightly. "I don't like Dad's plan either." I don't like that we might not have another option.
He took a breath, trying to steady himself again, trying to find something that would avoid Five snapping at him again. He didn't want to leave Five to wallow. "I don't think you want to...take the choice away from the rest of us, do you?"
Don't be like Dad, Five, is what he really wanted to say.
#five also sees it as that and he's tired of being a pawn#chaosandprotectors#☂ ⇆ ( i know i’m better | tua | )
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You're a good brother.
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what he was going through? he didn't entirely understand the insinuation. what he is going through is the third end of the world in three weeks. the third fracture of a family he had lost so long ago and the pieces that remained are not at all like the memories that survived the apocalypse. add onto that seeing them die twice and even watching his own life slip away and...he takes another long draw from the alcohol before he spirals on that.
was viktor okay? he didn't like how either side had played the harlan problem but it was over now. by his calculations they only had another twenty-four hours before nothing mattered at all.
"didn't you get the memo? we're all about to die. end of the world all over again. what we should be doing is preparing for allison to rumour us all to get us to sign onto dad's suicidal plan."
The relief was clear on Viktor's face when Five allowed him to stay, and he moved to sit next to him on the couch. He understood some of the pressure that Five was under, and though he did learn some skills in therapy - therapy from another time, when so much of himself was still closeted. Would those skills even work now, when so much had changed? What he had remembered was that, he couldn't force those lessons on someone else, no matter how much he felt another needed it.
"What's wrong with a social visit?" Viktor asked in his characteristic softness. "I don't think I'm the one to try and give you therapy, but if you want to talk, I won't judge what you're going through."
The threats of murder, he recalls all too well. The mere mention of threats reminded him of what happened when he first realized his powers, lashed out at Allison, and Luther's response. Luther's actions were more an active attempt on his life than a threat, and the memory threatens to cloud his thinking before he pushes it out of his mind for now.
"Call it making up for lost time. If not now, we might not have another chance."
#( i use xkit rewritten which edits reblogs through the drafts )#( cause the old way doesn't always work with the new editor )#( viktor has the therapy for the family )#chaosandprotectors#☂ ⇆ ( i know i’m better | tua | )
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they're very similar. both unused to the nuances of human interaction. his knowledge eroded away by forty-five years of isolation and assassinations. hers through a constant running. their powers co-habit the same science fiction section of temporal dynamics. if anyone could understand him on that level it would be her.
didn't mean he was super happy about being interrupted mid brood.
"they will fight until someone breaks something. or says something they can't take back and someone storms out. like i just did."
she's aware she doesn't really grasp the nuances of...well, any of this. the family dynamics aren't really something she's super good with. the emotional tension between everyone. while she can get a tiny amount of insight into the timelines that have since been written over through the repeated jumps through time, she wouldn't say she's anywhere near close to understanding it. but he's not the only one looking to escape the chaos of the others.
as for five's body language...well, she gets a little bit of that feeling that her presence is unwelcome, but she's never been too good at picking that out. years of being on the run and, for the most part, alone didn't help that, either.
"just...looking for someone with a bit more sense, i guess." there's a shrug, and she glances around, "or at least, somewhere quiet than in there." the bickering to her felt essentially like someone taking a power drill to her skull, so any distance from that was welcomed.
#we love to see it#they can just bitch at each other about everything#deathsbecome#☂ ⇆ ( i know i’m better | tua | )
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he isn't nearly inebriated enough to deal with the family drama that seems to follow them around. but despite everything he cannot turn away his brother. viktor at one point was the bomb. twice, in fact. through being ignored and broken. even if they hurt each other his brother is the one he trusts the most out of the whole family except maybe klaus.
"why not? it's not like we have long left." if he could spent his time at least somewhat getting along with his family he'd take it. after forty-five years...maybe he can accept this as the home he's fought tooth and nail to get back to.
"i'm assuming this isn't a social visit. with our family it's either a makeshift therapy session, a threat of murder or all of the above."
Viktor had approached him near one of the couches in the Hotel Oblivion. There was too much going on in his head, with Allison, with Harlan. It was late in the evening, the dying rays of the sunset shining through the front doors of the hotel, contrasting with the electric light around the two of them. To say he was looking for someone to talk to wouldn't be entirely correct, he wasn't sure what he would have said.
When he sees Five on the couch, fiercely clutching a half-full bottle of alcohol, his gaze softens with concern. Decades of isolation from Reginald had given him the strong impression that he was ill-equipped to help anyone, but they had always been a bit closer than the others.
The harsh tone mixed with the icy glare from his younger - no, much older - brother made Viktor instinctively step back, but he didn't turn to leave. Instead he stays where he is, and tries again to step closer.
"Mind some company, Five?"
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it's always something he failed at. something he did wrong. something that he was meant to know about the human condition that forty-five years of isolation hadn't taught him. he'd tried to save them all. to protect the one thing he still supposedly had. well, if you ignore the fact that by technicality his family he grew up with truly died in the apocalypse and the ones presently wandering around are a new set from the branched timeline he created jumping back.
yeah, better ignore that before he screams.
the iron grip on his latest bottle of alcohol should scream at the person who had approached him that he wasn't in the mood for conversation. let them fuck up the universe. let them feel the wrath of multiple adult children selfishly wanting their own desires instead of protecting their family.
"can i fucking help you?" the ice in his tone suggests not. especially if it is another request for a family meeting that would devolve into the five blame game. he's done with being the go to reason for what is wrong in their pitiful lives.
open starter!
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@somethingbcrrowed + starter call
nursing his drink does little to settle the racing thoughts in the mind of the antiquated teenager. the world is ending again. allison has killed harlan creating a divide between her and viktor. every wave of time is causing more things to be removed from the world itself. soon, a wave will finally descend on them. he's run the math. gone through every eventuality. but as his older version had informed him, it's useless. the best course of action is to finally lay down his sword and do what he should have done the first time round.
die with his family.
"i enjoyed it." he breaks the silence that's fallen between himself and klaus. "even if you took me under false pretences in order to find your birth mother. seeing the ball of twine was an experience i'd never had before. you weren't a complete asshat."
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"some schools of believe think that all timelines will end in some form of apocalyptic event. that such a catastrophe is the beginning of something new." some could even say that wars were a kind of rebirth through bloodshed, death and fire. "the past can be shaped but the conclusion will always remain the same."
❝ It sounds like the cost of going back in time to change the history of the world is ending it in the future in some way or another. ❞ The vampire shifted her jaw from one side to the other anxiously as she thought about what that all meant in the end. Shoulders rose and heaved with a small shrug. ❝ Maybe the lesson in all of that is, no matter the measure of your ability, there's still a limit, and the past really is the past. ❞
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it's always something he failed at. something he did wrong. something that he was meant to know about the human condition that forty-five years of isolation hadn't taught him. he'd tried to save them all. to protect the one thing he still supposedly had. well, if you ignore the fact that by technicality his family he grew up with truly died in the apocalypse and the ones presently wandering around are a new set from the branched timeline he created jumping back.
yeah, better ignore that before he screams.
the iron grip on his latest bottle of alcohol should scream at the person who had approached him that he wasn't in the mood for conversation. let them fuck up the universe. let them feel the wrath of multiple adult children selfishly wanting their own desires instead of protecting their family.
"can i fucking help you?" the ice in his tone suggests not. especially if it is another request for a family meeting that would devolve into the five blame game. he's done with being the go to reason for what is wrong in their pitiful lives.
open starter!
#tua rp#the umbrella academy rp#umbrella academy rp#netflix rp#( wow five is way angrier than i thought )
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#( i feel like season 4 five might either end up giving his life for his family in a final act of sacrifice )#( or being fuck you all you don't give a shit about me i don't give a shit back )#( either way i'm here for it )#☂ ⇆ ( i’m retired! | five | )
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"countless. whole multiverses full of different timelines. i've personally lived in four different timelines." though, some of them were only minutely different. the world constantly changed based on what free will was implemented at any one moment.
It might not have sounded like something that was hard to comprehend but asking questions out loud seemed to be the right way to really understand what he meant. This was her first time meeting a time traveler after all. ❝ So does that mean there are other multiple timelines that exist? ❞
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little advice from someone who's been there? don't do the math. that equation does not exist. there's no "save five harlans for every two claires" formula. people like us, we will never save enough lives to make up for the ones that we take.
independent five from tua spatial jumped by beck. (x)
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