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 Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 12:44 pm
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 10:01 am
 Das Gift Tier IIIKerberos makes it to part 3, in time to watch everything fall apart at the seams.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 8:26 pm
Blame All AroundSomewhat before the Das Gift disaster, Kerberos gets into a fight with a Squire and has to retreat.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 7:33 am
At Least I'm AliveAlex ends up in the hospital as a result of injuries sustained during Das Gift, and gets a visit from Luka.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 4:55 pm
Long Days In the weeks he spent recovering from having his ribs broken, Alex discovered that he very much despised hospitals. He hadn’t spent all that much time in one before, but by the fourth day he spent mostly awake, he was ready to do as was done in the movies and rip out all his IVs and bolt.
Sure, he was well aware that was a terrible idea, but it didn’t stop him from wanting to do that really badly. Except he wasn’t sure he’d be able to take Luka’s sad looks when he did so. Alas, he was trapped in this place until he finished recovering.
It only got worse as time got on, even if he did finally manage to get his 3DS in. There was only so much Pokemon he could play before even that started to become atrociously boring.
Really he wanted to be recovered enough to power up again. He missed being Kerberos; that at least was something he could enjoy. Plus, he felt like he was slacking off, not doing his job as a Senshi of the Negaverse. You know, even if he had a really good excuse, had totally been injured in the line of duty, and otherwise was very much validly out of commission. It felt nice to be Kerberos, to be strong and fast and pretty damn powerful.
So he waited, slept a lot, and spent time with his boyfriend. If there was one thing this mess was good for, it was that - between getting ready to start classes again (he was taking a full semester’s load for the summer, to make up for not doing the spring semester at all) and being Kerberos, he had missed out on a lot of time with Luka, but being trapped in a hospital bed meant that they had a lot of time to talk.
Finally, after what felt like forever but was actually only about a month, he was released, and he could go home. There was no bigger relief than walking through Luka’s front door and knowing that he was no longer at risk of dying horribly in his sleep or something because one of his broken ribs pierced something important, or his lungs collapsed, or his throat closed up, or some other fun and horrible death.
He glanced over at Luka, and for a brief moment, he felt a stab of guilt - even if they’d been talking while he was in the hospital, Luka had spent most of the time being nervous about touching him despite Alex’s insistences that he was fine.
Maybe, he considered, he’d take a few more nights off from being Kerberos. Luka deserved a few days where Alex wasn’t thinking about anything but his boyfriend.
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 9:50 pm
Terror Alex Masters was only rarely afraid. Mostly it was things with Luka he was afraid of - he had been terrified when he first confessed, and now he was constantly afraid of losing him. He’d also definitely been afraid when a Senshi was practically crushing him to death.
When he found himself in a dream world, powered up, in what looked like a totally empty city - a totally empty Destiny City, with nothing in view but a column of blackness - he got to add another thing to the list. The tableau in front of him sent chills up his spine, even before he started walking.
As he moved through the empty streets, a profound sense of dread filled him, sinking into his bones. Everything was far, far too silent. There was nothing at all - it looked dead, far more so than he was ever used to seeing. Destiny City, even at the latest hours, was a bustling center of activity. He should know, the late-early hours were his favorite hours. He spent a lot of them patrolling, particularly after Luka was asleep.
And then, he found the first person he’d seen, and it wasn’t a living person - it was a frozen statue.
He recognized it in an instant. It was Astrophyllite, and she looked absolutely terrified.
He was scared, but now he was also pissed. He kept going with nothing more than a soft apology, because there wasn’t anything he could do for her, but he wanted to find whatever was doing this and make it pay.
When he found Avalon, his heart sank, but his fury grew. How dare this thing go after his teammates? How dare it take them away? He would destroy it, make it pay for everything it had done.
He turned, fully prepared to keep storming through the city and find whatever was at the center of this, but once he registered what was now in front of him, his heart stopped.
There was Luka, hand extended, reaching for him - and next to his boyfriend, a half-crumbled statue that was still just recognizable.
It was Cait. He couldn’t explain how he knew, since so much of her was gone, but it was definitely his sister.
It was like being hit with the news of her death all over again, this time compounded by losing Luka too. He collapsed in front of the two statues, and started to sob desperately. All of his fury was gone, replaced by crushing, overwhelming despair.
How the hell was he supposed to face whatever this thing was on his own? Why should he even bother?
Everyone he cared about was already dead.
There was nothing worth fighting for.
So when the column of darkness exploded, taking everything in the city with it, he didn’t even move, content to let it consume him with the people he cared for the most.
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 10:40 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2014 7:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2014 7:19 pm
A Little Glass VialKerberos and Avalon attack a civilian, and end up fighting a pair of Knights.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2014 7:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2014 8:30 pm
From the MistKerberos attempts to drain a civilian, and it goes absolutely horribly wrong.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2014 11:53 pm
Something Cold and Rotten Alex was sprawled out on the couch watching Criminal Minds when the news came in. It was a rare thing that he actually tuned into actual news, since sitting there and listening to local reporters talk about "disappearances" and "terrorist activity" quickly got very lame when you knew what was actually going on. So instead, he devoted his TV-watching time to dramas, particularly crime dramas, particularly the ones with really, really odd gimmicks attached to them. (He missed Almost Human something fierce - a buddy cop crime drama about an android and a human with buckets of homoerotic subtext? He was all in for that.)
Cait had loved them, and she had gotten him hooked, and he had never bothered to un-hook himself, even if they sometimes came with bad memories. It was nice to still do some things they had shared, even if he did them alone, now.
He was alone in the house when the news flash came. Luka was out at a late class, which made the house they shared feel dark, and sad, and empty. And the more he thought about dark, sad, empty things, the more miserable Alex got, because it hit far too close to home, far too close to what he knew Chaos was making him.
It had already made him a liar to the first person he'd ever romantically loved who had actually loved him back, and he hated that he kept having to lie to Luka, or spin half-truths about where he was and why he was out late. It was why, tonight, he was sprawled on the couch watching Criminal Minds and waiting for his boyfriend to come home. He needed to be there, sometimes, which occasionally meant blowing off his quota for the night, particularly when towards the end of his patrol, right as he'd been powering down to go home, he felt massive, strange bursts of energy that made absolutely no sense but sent something tingling in the back of his mind, but whatever, he'd make it up the next day with extra draining and extra work.
When the news cut into the program, Alex wished he was anything but alone and anywhere but in a dark house by himself, utterly powerless to go to where he most wanted to be.
When the news cut into the program, Alex wanted to jump up off the couch and run out the door and get a ticket on the next flight to England and who gave a single solitary ******** if it was impractical or even stupid, or that if Avalon knew what he was thinking she'd roll her eyes and shake her head in disappointment.
Because when the news cut into the program, when an announcer appeared looking deeply concerned, Avalon was actually the only person he could think about.
Nuclear Detonation Off the Coast of England? Officials state there has been no nuclear test scheduled. One source, who declined to be identified, stated: "There isn't even supposed to be an island there."
England.
Avalon, Vanya, his General and his friend, was in England.
More importantly than that, Avalon the Island, the Isle of Apples, the Fortunate Isle, Avalon's Wonder, was in England.
A cold chill settled in his chest.
Somehow, he just knew, even if there was no way he could possibly be sure.
Something had gone horribly wrong off the shores of Oxford.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2014 9:06 pm
Silence Stretches Long Alex hadn't slept well the previous night. Between the return of his recurring nightmare, now made even worse because Avalon's statue was crumbling too, just like Cait's, and worries about what might be happening to Avalon in England, what might have caused an explosion off the coast on an unknown island -- well, sleep was difficult. Eventually he'd disentangled himself from Luka's arms and gone to sleep on the couch, because continuing to wake his boyfriend up while he tossed and turned was anything but fair.
It didn't help at all, and he wanted to go back and curl up with him again. Instead, he did his best to get comfortable, so he could try and wait it out until dawn. At that point, he said to himself, he'd give up and try something different - play a game, read a book, anything.
He finally fell asleep sometime past six in the morning, just before dawn broke, when his body was simply too tired to handle staying awake anymore. It was a fitful, almost painful sleep, anything but restful.
He was startled out of it by the sound of a text message on his phone.
He sat up and grabbed for it - well, flailed was probably the more appropriate word, he wasn't particularly coordinated upon first waking up - and his brain registered a pillow behind him and a blanket over him, neither of which he had bothered with.
He would have to thank Luka when he saw him - there wasn't anyone else in the house that could have done it, nor did he suspect anyone else would have bothered even if there were.
By the time he got to his phone, he had tangled himself up rather thoroughly in the blanket, and he sort of flopped on his back on the couch rather than getting up to deal with it. This first, whatever it was, and then...everything else to do with being awake.
He was expecting something from Luka, asking if he was okay, perhaps?
Instead it was from Vanya's number.
He felt a rush of relief. She was alive, clearly, and perfectly okay, if she was sending him a message.
He was wrong.
The message itself took some time to sink in, once he got it pulled up.
Three simple words, but they sent the same horrible feeling back into his chest. Worse, even, because he had just been so certain that she had to be alright and he'd been worried for nothing.His reply was rapid.Text to Avalon Vanya, come on, don't joke around, it's Alex.
There was no reply, so he set the phone down and went to go about the business of getting himself into a state that vaguely resembled "presentable."
When he got back to his phone nearly twenty minutes later, there was still nothing.
He sent another text.Still, there was nothing, as minutes stretched to hours.
He tried again and again, as the day went on, his attempts becoming more and more desperate.
She never replied.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2014 9:34 pm
Let Resolution be Your Guide Alex had seriously considered blowing off his Negaverse duties, the night after he received those strange texts from Avalon, hopefully to get some actual goddamn sleep. He needed it, after a night of tossing and turning. Not even a nap later in the day - and thank god Luka was always up for naps and never questioned Alex's bizarre disturbed sleeping habits - had helped. He expected to curl up in bed and crash, maybe sleep through the night for once.
It didn't exactly work out that way.
He found himself awake in the middle of the night again, though this time he had managed, somehow, not to disturb Luka. He wiggled out of his boyfriend's arms and sighed, calling up his henshin pen.
"Fine, you win," he muttered to it.
Might as well go out and patrol, if he wasn't going to be able to sleep. Maybe if he burned off energy that way, he'd clear his head.
(No fights, he promised himself mentally, he wasn't in a fit state to be getting into a fight with someone on the other side. Too exhausted, too slow.)
He snuck out the front door and jogged for a block or two, then ducked into an alley to power up. He never used the same back way twice - no sense in having a routine that might someday be tracked, particularly not in a way that might lead back to Luka.
As soon as he became Kerberos, he felt a rush of energy that was genuinely unexpected, but nice. It felt good to be a Senshi, to be doing something more than just sitting around praying he would fall asleep and waking up his boyfriend in the process.
He climbed up to the nearest rooftop and started leaping from building to building, aimlessly at first. He didn't have a goal, really, not when he started out. He just wanted to be Kerberos for a while, and not worry about being Alex.
But his worries caught up with him, of course. Last few days aside, normally he would be meeting up with Avalon or Astrophyllite, or both, and they would be patrolling together.
Just thinking of Avalon sent that strange, worrying text back to the forefront of his mind.
Who are you?
He didn't understand. Vanya would know who he was, which meant someone other than her had her phone. It had been stolen, or she had handed it off, or...God knew what, but he couldn't see her just giving it up, and a thief wouldn't text random numbers asking strange, creepy questions.
Which meant something even worse had happened.
Had she been taken to England so a foreign General-King could wipe her of her memories?
That felt all too possible.
The worst answer, the one he refused to accept, was that somehow - Avalon was gone. If her memories were lost, they could be recovered.
If she was missing, he would find her. He would get Astrophyllite, and they would turn Destiny City upside down looking for answers.
He would find out what had happened to Avalon and bring her home.
Even if he had to fly to England and drag her back himself.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 11:32 am
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