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@weaponizer !!

[fika]

( five whenever she is involved)

prompt: yolo

( desperation is an old friend, written into the sinews with near as much permanency as the self-loathing he's kept buried somewhere deep.

in the end, all that mattered - all that really ever mattered - was saving his family. damned be the actions he had to take in order to ensure that. he'd have to live with the rest, so long as they're alive and safe without a horrible world's end hanging over their heads.

so it's back to being a weapon the commission did its damn best to sharpen with a deal made with the devil behind closed door. it wasn't the only thing he'd have to do, not by a long shot and certainly not the worst of it. she comes with him this time around, whether out of necessity or out of blatant distrust.they're in another year, with the assignment being one that will push her closer to her old. whatever it is, he doesn't care. what he does care is getting this over as quick as possible, ignoring the building dread stuck somewhere in the hollow of his throat. just get in. take out the targets. don't think about it. it isn't personal. just ends and means. he doesn't look up at her, hands in his pockets. ) Really? Don't have anything more important to be doing than overseeing this?

prompt 2

( he isn’t sure how she found them, though he isn’t really surprised, either. there’s a reason she is who she is, and that’s because she’s good. batshit, makes his skin crawl, but good.

so when he hears a passing comment from klaus about being approached by a woman with the striking, vivid description of if cruella de vil had a frightening cousin, five’s blood is set to a boil.

he’s gone soon after that conversation ends, a blur of intent displaced through space before he finds her. because if she’s good, so is he.

he’s all wound hostility, rounding on her as he cuts her walk from an alleyway, hands balled into fists and looking just about ready to fist fight a god if he has to. ) The hell are you playing at?

Stay away from my idiot family, or the deal is completely off. ( this is the one topic, that achilles heel where he cannot stay impartial, vision tunneled on that singular point. gone is the cool professionalism of a trained killer. ) This is between you, and me, and no one else.

prompt: picture prompts: more generic, if the above doesn't work too well c:

(x. ; x. ; x. ; x. ; x. )

two.

[weaponizer]

[ Time travel is nothing but a flick of her wrist and the inkling of a thought an she can be anywhen, anywhere she likes. The Umbrella Academy and its constituents might as well be delicate pearls on an orrery at which she sits in the center, mechanically moving and manipulating each variable until the most perfect picture is set.

To think she'd let them play house in the 1960s without a little chaos would be foolish, but she played quietly, considering her own unfortunate mishap. A bullet to the head, the folly of Hazel and Chacha, the conniving, twisted work of Number Five: all of it has led to this moment.

She's wholly unsurprised when he emerges from the alleyway, all crooked arms and back, an old man stuffed messily into the body of a child. The upward curve of her lips is only exaggerated by the bold, red lip she's chosen. Subtle had been the name of her game with this timeline, until now.

Forgive her, if she couldn't help but play with the drunken Hargreeves, to give him the cheese with which to lead the mouse astray. How easy it had been. She pauses, looking down at him with the faintest tilt of her head as he speaks. ]

Consider it a courtesy call. Or insurance, if you want to be technical. Making sure all assets are readily available should I need to use them, for obvious reasons. The fine print.

[fika]

( he should have known better.

if he follows the trail - of clues he'd taken little time to note and categorize at all in the short allowance of it that he's had here - he'd wonder how he missed the rest of them. too much wishful thinking to expect her to stop at lila alone, or the swedes, and now it's all blatantly obvious and glaringly red and his visceral distaste for that color is of no surprise.

this is a game they play. it would be difficult to call it anything but, and for all the times he's outplayed her, she hasn't ever been far behind.

the fact that she holds so much over him at this very moment is a damn big loss. and from that smile, she knows it too.

just the same, there is a cold understanding that he cannot be in two places at once. it's tempting, to turn back around but that's too close to running so he holds his ground, all sharp and harsh angles, jaw set. ) Insurance.

( getting his family back into the timeline they belong in (and averting the second world's end in the process) was the only thing he cared about - and the knowledge that this deal would come back up to bite him wouldn't be able to stop that. still, he should have known better. ) Really, you want to start that.

This isn't insurance. You're just playing with your food.

You realize your hostile takeover is only going to work if I do this, right? ( actually, he doesn't even know that. but what he does know is that she needs someone to do the dirty work, and none of the commission drones would be able to do what he can. hanging on by a thread of advantage, that. )

[weaponizer]

[ The Handler seems wholly unfazed by his hostility, by the frenetic sort of desperation that comes from a man who's spent the last several weeks running from one apocalypse to another. It's a real treat, seeing him like this, all frayed at the edges and wild eyed. It reminds her of the man she met at the end of the world, greedy for a way out, but still searching for himself in the rubble.

She sighs, tired of him already. ]

Bold of you to assume I would hedge my bets on you and only you. [ Her tone is even, lilting, as though she's only talking about the weather and not casually dropping the idea that she could be utilizing other means in the event of his failure. ]

I don't play with my food so much as I arrange it. I like a pretty, clean plate, and I plan what I eat when so that I can enjoy it to the fullest. I have to admit your family is very entertaining, the drunk one especially.

[ She sighs and turns to look up and down the street. ] I needed to be sure you hadn't gone back on your word. As I said. Insurance.

so sorry for the delay!!

[fika]

[ he should pull himself together and deprive her of the satisfaction of seeing the cracks, the hairline fractures spindling across a composure stretched very thin as it is.

he only realizes he's biting the inside of his lip when he tastes blood.

the truth is, she's good at getting under his skin. always has been, in the years spent in each other's orbit, that scratchy itch between his shoulders he never could seem to shake. its all he can do to not bristle at her words. in the end, he still does. ] Not worried you'll choke?

[ he isn't opposed to the idea, particularly. his hands are curled into fist, knuckled bone-white, before he pushes out a long sigh. the worst of the deal was already made and he had every intention of carrying it through. why not offer even more, if it keep his siblings from being her playthings. none of them deserve that, for all that they are.] What is it that you'd need from me in order to stop you from going to them.