trashbinned | call me out!

They'd made it. Somehow, they'd made it home and for a moment she really thought that despite everything, they could pick up the pieces and move forward. Together.

But the moment was brief. They'd been confronted by their father and then the realization that the Umbrella Academy didn't exist in this future. She wasn't even sure if they existed in this future, and if they did it wasn't as siblings.

The rest is a bit of a blur. They'd ended up holing up in a nearby hotel that had seen better days, Allison using her powers to get them all rooms until they figured out where they stood. She'd been half-convinced when she woke up she'd be back in 1963, but when she opened her eyes she was greeted by the sound of muffled traffic instead of Sissy's rooster.

She got dressed, brushing her fingers through her hair before making her way out into the hall and knocking on Klaus's door across from hers. Knowing him, he was either dead to the world and would be for the next few hours, or had never gone to sleep at all.

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

Time travel might have sounded glamorous but the truth was it was a pain in the ass on the best of days. Especially if you used a briefcase, which while more efficient and accurate than Five's own powers - at least in the past - still had it's own list of side effects. Up until now, Klaus had been the only one to experience those first hand, and maybe Diego - though Five still had his doubts about his "recruitment".

Add in the fact that he hadn't given himself nearly enough time to recoup from traveling back in time to save his family for the second time with his raw abilities after being mortally wounded and the result was that one minute he was fine and he next he definitely wasn't.

The faint throbbing at the back of his skull elevated to a loud pounding that made it hard to think through. Once they had found themselves in an alternate future, they'd settled camp in a nearby hotel. There'd only been a handful of rooms available so the girls had doubled up, then Diego and Luther, and him and Klaus. He was standing outside the door, waiting impatiently for Klaus to open it, when things escalated quickly. He barely had time to lunge for the maid cart parked in the hallway before he was sick.

( 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. )

Edited (code :/) 2020-10-25 14:56 (UTC)

The Hotel Obsidian has always been a strange safe haven for him, from the years of an unruly teenager to a washed up adult, the old carpet and antique, deco decor feels more like home than the tall, arching doors of the Academy ever did. Leaving dear old Reggie behind after days upon days of rigorous training makes the place look even more appealing.

He's learned something, however, and the idea that he has discovered something more about his power has left him buzzing with energy. He's exhausted, however, from the constant trips back and forth from life and death. Exhausted by the wailing of the dead and the ghosts he'd been made to face. But there's something about this place, this timeline - why would he learn about all of this now? Why is it important here that he harness the supposed "gifts" his father was so disappointed he'd never realize.

It's what has him thundering up to one of the bars in the back, the tender long gone, and at first he thinks he'll get a stiff drink - something to soothe the edges of sobriety and fatigue - until he sees Five. Five, looking too old in his young body and as he comes up to the bar, he slaps his hands down on its top.

"I'm back," he drones in a sing-song. "I have to show you something. Something incredible - so I was spending time with dear old daddy, and would you believe it he stuffed me in the trunk of his car, the old bastard. Come with me, come on," he reaches for Five's sleeve, gives it an insistent tug.

"Bring your drink, but - wait, where are the others? Actually, it's better they're not here. You won't believe it, but dad? Good old Reg? He taught me about my powers, about things I can do. Well, after he let me out of the trunk. And threw me into oncoming traffic, but no pain no gain, right?"

Edited 2022-07-17 01:12 (UTC)

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