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 Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 6:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 3:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 3:16 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 6:17 pm
 Come Rescue MeAlex asks Luka to help him, and gets a lot more than he bargained for.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 10:17 pm
Talk It OutDes picks up Alex from Luka's. Things go pretty well.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 10:58 pm
143 Alex had done as advised and taken a few days off his feet to recover from whatever the hell he'd done to his ankle, but once he could walk again, he got himself out of the house - appropriately equipped with a cane and a thousand hopefully charming excuses as to why he had to use it. "I got in a fight in an alleyway" was simply a little too lazy for him.
He'd decided to go to one of his favorite clubs - which was happy to let in someone under 21, since IDs got checked at the bar before drink service, and which was unfailingly full of cue gay men that were, generally, exactly the type Alex let take him home for a night. Or sometimes more than one.
He had ignored Des's advice about taking time for himself, time to think about his feelings and get around the roiling knot of guilt that sat in his gut every time he thought about Luka. He knew he was doing exactly the wrong thing by returning to his old habits. He knew that tomorrow morning he'd look in the mirror and hate himself.
He knew all that, but he did it anyway, because at least while he was in the club flirting with strangers he was in his element - he was charming, confident, witty, flirtatious, well-liked.
And he wasn't thinking about a certain tall, green-haired man who did awful things to his heart.
He took a seat at a table, ordered himself some obnoxious fruity drink with absolutely no alcohol and some food, and peoplewatched.
It was about when his drink arrived that he felt a hand on his hair.
"Alex! Always so nice to see you." He froze for a moment, and then turned.
"Keith," he swallowed, very seriously considering actually running away. Keith was probably the worst decision he'd ever made (and, frankly, continued to make.) He had been one of the first people Alex dated, back in high school, and had probably been one of the worst - had laughed and mocked him when he'd admitted having feelings for him.
"Oh Alex, if only there was somebody who loved you back."
So of course, Alex kept coming back to him.
Bad decision upon bad decision upon bad decision.
"You're looking awfully lonely," Keith said, fingers reaching up to play with Alex's hair. Alex forced a smile back onto his face, shrugging a little.
"Yes, that'd be why I'm here," he said, reaching up to grab Keith's hand, as much as a gesture of flirtation as an effort to keep it away from his hair because that was just ******** uncomfortable. Keith laughed.
"Still haven't found somebody who loves you back, hmm?" He asked. Alex frowned a little.
It was almost providence that a small familiar few notes (the first lyrical portion of "Mage Pride" from Dragon Age 2) played from his pocket. He blinked, pulling out his phone.
A text from, of all people, Luka.
'Hey Alex, thinking of you. Doing okay? - 143'
He stared for a long moment, before it clicked.
143. I love you.
"Important message?" Keith asked.
"Yeah, it is," Alex said, slipping out of the chair. "And as a matter of fact - I do have someone who loves me back."
He slipped his phone back in his pocket and got himself out the door as fast as possible with his ankle.
He had to go see Luka.
[wc: 578 words]
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 12:34 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2014 4:01 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2014 4:06 pm
The Morning AfterA hungover Alex boogies out to give Gabe and Des time to talk their s**t out.
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2014 4:08 pm
Only More Questions Alex had spent four months avoiding even touching anything in Cait’s room, except for small stuff - her bracelets, her locket, things he’d taken to wearing just to remind himself of her. It kept her close, in a simple and small way. It just hurt too much to think of pawing through her things, sifting for any kind of information that might lead to answers - or even reorganizing it to fix the mess the police had undoubtedly made.
But he was moving the last of his things to Luka’s, finally - and so it was about time to go through her room one more time, and see if there was anything he wanted to take with him. A few more small items to remember her by. Maybe some of her figures, or plushes, or something.
He pushed the door open and sighed. It was a mess, but her things were still there, and he walked over to her figures shelf. Yes, he’d take those - rebox them and bring them to Luka’s and find spaces to set them up there. He pulled open desk drawers, opened totes, and dug out every figure box he could find to start packing them up for transport. It was a long process of disassembling and carefully replacing and placing boxes into a larger plastic box for moving.
It was pure luck that he found the paper, tucked under her desk, while searching for a missing box. It was ripped out from a notebook, one which had probably been discarded at some point. Crumpled, damaged, and hidden. Clearly Cait had been trying to get rid of it, and no one else had stumbled upon it.
Alex held out absolutely zero hope that it would help find her, but just seeing her handwriting and reading her words again… That would be enough.
He slid out, flopped onto the bed, and unfolded it.
I hate this stupid war. Nothing makes sense anymore . People on my own side say that Order is lost and confused, and that all we do is fight and argue with each other, but everyone I talk to on the Chaos side says they’re organized and friendly and warm and...and a family.
Chaos is offering me the hand of friendship and Order is offering me so very little. But could I really give up everything? Leave my family behind, disappear into the night, all to make being a Senshi a better experience?
I need to go to Persephone. That always clears my head.
Alex frowned, reading it again and again and again, as if it’d start making more sense if he looked over the words on the page a third, fourth, fifth time.
It never did. He frowned, folding the paper up and tucking it into his pocket. He had to admit, part of him wondered if all of this had to do with the strange “war” going on in the city. He remembered the broadcast by Tag Swagger, the interviews, the information.
Order. Chaos. Senshi.
A cold feeling settled in his gut. Cait had been involved in all that. This, he supposed, was what he’d hoped for - a why. Something must’ve happened, and all he could think was that whoever Persephone was, she had to be involved.
Maybe it would be a good idea to go out tonight, see if he could track down some of these weirdos in strange clothes. Maybe one of them would have some goddamn answers.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2014 9:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 5:32 pm
Devotion in DeathAlex meets someone who knows Persephone's whereabouts, and promises to put him in touch.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 5:33 pm
The Doors of DeathAlex finally meets Persephone, and ends up corrupted into the Negaverse as Corrupt Sailor Kerberos!
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 6:02 pm
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 12:41 pm
Das Gift Tier IKerberos helps with a Negaverse operation. It goes...a little crazy.
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