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 Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 7:11 pm
Feeling was coming back in their left hand, slowly but surely, and Alexis sort-of-wished it'd come back a little faster -- not really, though, because it hurt, so bad they needed to take a painkiller every morning. If they'd been a more scientific type, they would have studied it, contemplated how magical frostbite worked -
but they weren't -
and mostly, as long as it worked fine, they knew the motions. They'd just take it easy.
They hadn't been particularly aiming to find Alois Scholz. But life had a way. Both of them had to leave their houses eventually, after all, and Alexis could only stand sitting and watching Autumn comatose all her magic out for a few hours at a time. And the streets were open. (The streets were always open, to them.)
"Scholz, yer magic dad's an a*****e," they commented, not waving, eyes keen on him as he turned the corner. "You know that, right? ******** almost took my hand off."
Hetzerei not exactly a meet-cute, but it's fine, it's fine. hope this is ok!
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 7:36 am
Alois looked up - the rooftops were talking. His dull glance lighted on them and the simple matter of maintaining eye contact (the American Way, he reminded himself) felt much too straining on his energy reserves. „My dad’s a flaming a*****e,“ he corrected in similarly lethargic tones.
Simply looking upward exhausted him, so Alois cast his attention to the scattering of detritus across the beaten sidewalk. Tree roots upheaved the pavement in places, and a lifetime of treading and abuse showed in the few patched segments ahead. „I know what he did. I was zere. You and Autumn were going after Vale and he stepped in for his son. Expected an apology out of you, but you didn’t gif’ it. Not at first, I’m guessing.“ It was, he thought, one of the few traits he shared with this person. Perhaps there were more, plenty more in the way he fostered a simple, natural distaste for them. Was it because they shared too much between their personality types?
„You must’f figured it out and apologized. He has no compunctions about removing body parts, you know.“ He knew not whether he should stay or keep walking, or if Alexis expected something out of him as recompense for his father’s behavior. He didn’t know what he himself wanted to do. Instead, he fished for a cig from a flip-top box and pursed it between lips.
He hesitated then, for all the times spent that evening holding his cigarettes to his father’s back.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 8:26 am
"He's an a*****e, anything else is unnecessary," Alexis shrugged - they winced, a little, because things still weren't quite okay and might not be for a very long time, but that was normal. They'd deal. "Vale was rude to Autumn. I wasn't going to take that s**t. Didn't say sorry until I passed out, and Autumn hauled my a** out of there and kept me from losing a hand." They held their hand up, wriggling fingers in a mock-greeting, a hand-shape discolored across their skin.
"Would ya care if he got killed?" It was casual, casual, casual. "I dunno. I've been thinkin' a lot recently about all the s**t that went down. Can you do that sorta magic too, now, from being a changeling or whatever?"Hetzerei i'm actually really interested in alexis becoming a noble so IDK??? maybe alois could be good for that???
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 5:31 pm
“And Vale ******** my life over. I guess zat makes me indebted to you too.“ Alexis’ attempt at punching the fetch out met an untimely end, however. He recalled not caring terribly that his Father intended to sear Alexis’ hand off.
He paused then, his brow furrowing. Why was he so unconcerned? Alexis attacked his fetch, his fetch who ruined his life and shot his dog, and his Father defended that fetch by attacking Alexis. Therefore, his Father guarded the acts that Vale committed. Why didn’t he think of that before? What caused such a marked disconnect in his thinking that he could not see the multilevel insult that his Father pitched? Was he so worn by his own sorrows that he could not see it himself? He needed to speak with his Father - he needed to find out the purpose of this duality he exercised in Alois’ life.
At the question, Alois looked to them with weariness in his eyes. „I…“ He paused, sighed. „I would care, because he is a father to me, but… I need to speak wis’ him first. Sings don’t make as much sense as zey did before.“
He found a street light to steady himself, and a hand coiled thinly around its brushed metal exterior. „As for magic, I don’t know. I’m obviously not on fire. I’f not felt any different. Even if I am, somehow, special… I wouldn’t know how to access it. Wertlos, isn’t it?“ He smiled in his bitterness.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 5:48 pm
"...Unless you're gonna give me fifty bucks, don't worry about it. The only things I care about are food n' money, and you spent three months in shitty faerieland. You're not in debt to me, Scholz."
Alexis raised an eyebrow at his confusion, mouth curled into a snarl. "Vale stole your life, shot your dog, n' ******** everythin' up, yeah? And your weird magic dad let him do that. Told him to do it, I'd think, since he was his boss. You shouldn't feel sorry for the guy - if he acted like he cares for you, it's t'make you weak." Their legs swung anxiously, with eerie intensity, and they looked away from his eyes. "...'s not like the fire was the only magic there, anyways. Prime b***h had tithes too, and she sure as hell wasn't on fire."
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 6:22 pm
“Like hell am I giving anyone fifty bucks,“ he muttered to himself. A hand curled against bony hip in defiance.
Alois clicked his tongue against his teeth. „It’s easy to just assume zat Ezra would haf’ commanded it since Vale was one of his sons. Zere is a part of me zat sinks you’re right. But, even if I wanted it to be true, I couldn’t just assume it. Zat’s why I haf’ to speak wis’ him before anyone jump ze gun and tries murder - I need to know if he was ze one zat ordered Vale to ruin my life.
„Zere’s two reasons I can’t assume it. In ze first, Ezra killed Vale after Vale stabbed Melany. Zat is roundabout compensation for me. It also says he has somesing of a law-abiding tendency, as he holds great lof’e for his sons. Having a law-abiding tendency, specifically having one so strong zat he could kill his own son, says a lot about his character. By nature of obeying zese traditions, it binds him in servitude. And, as we saw at ze Court party, Melany is ze one in charge. What is to say zat Melany did not command him to haf’ Vale take over my life? What is to say zat Melany did not command Vale herself?
„Ze second reason - when we were in ze Sapphire Study waiting to be killed, Lady Red said zat she was once Melany’s tithe and was traded to Ezra in payment for ‚services rendered‘. I don’t know what zose services are, but if loaning her his fetch is part of it…“ Alois shrugged.
„And even if I am wrong on both accounts, I could not let him be killed just yet. Someone who is willing to sacrifice parts of his heart for tradition is one motivated by ideal. It means zat Ezra is driven, calculated, and messodical enough to follow ancient customs and find purpose in zem. Zat means before he is killed by anyone, it is prudent to find out ze purpose of zese customs and why he would be so willing to trade a son for it. He could’f let Vale lif’ after he stabbed Melany, and simply assumed power of ze Court and brushed aside zat small offense, but he did not. Now why would zat be? It’s cause for concern, is it not?“ He felt tired, then - immensely tired. His shoulders slumped and his gaze shifted far beyond the pair of them that eve.
„But like I said before, I don’t know if I haf’ any magic. I wouldn’t know how to start looking for it. Perhaps I should’f let Vale haf’ my place. Autumn insisted I deserf’ murder or perpetual slavery, regardless.“Daekie herp i forgot to answer but i would be happy for alois to be alexis' noble! PC nobles can't start the process just yet, as there's one last trick up shibe's sleeve but after that's done we can go for it!
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 7:59 pm
"Buy me a pizza," Alexis mumbled halfheartedly, but kept on listening. "********' tithe me a pizza, I'd go for that, I'd sell my brother for a pizza." The whole sentence was barely audible, more vocalized thought than anything, and they shook themself back into awareness.
"...Y'know more than me, but -- you don't really know that much, either, n' -- I love Autumn, but she's ******** - ugh." They gripped on their braid and tugged, discomforted with their inability to find words. "She wants t'think the best of everyone. It's stupid, n' it isn't gonna get her anywhere but more hurt. If we want to figure out why the ******** they do this s**t, if it's typical faerie stuff, we might need to be them or something and --"
Alexis swallowed their words again, uncomfortable, staring acutely at their lap.
"You're my best shot for that. It's not like I have anything to worry about a fetch ******** up, anyways. So. There's that."
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2016 12:26 pm
“She’s strong enough to be optimistic, so let her be.“ Alois rested his head against the street lamp, drummed his fingers against its cold metal. Slowly he closed his eyes. He remembered the fire in her voice when she stopped him from killing his fetch with a mouthful of glass. She might’ve melted it back down with her ire. Perhaps she did.
„You haf’ a point. Many ans’ropologists find success in living as zeir subjects do. Zere is precedent for it - Father said zat one who survives ze tithe yet fails ze trials becomes a fetch, so it is possible to become one of zem.“ Werewolves came to mind. Ashton came to mind. The horns atop Autumn’s head came to mind. Could any of them classify themselves as human anymore? Would Alois soon find similar changes within himself? Might he one day wake up to a burning house, as his body mimicked his father’s? „I am not a fetch so far as I know. Ze trials he spoke of… I am not sure if zey occured zat night or if he has plans for us yet. I imagine ze latter.
„If he does test me, and I pass, he said somesing about it depending on what I wish to become. Does zat mean I’ll be like him? I don’t know. But if somesing in me changes and I somehow haf’ ze power to change someone else, I’ll pass it on to you.
„But for zat, I need a way to reach you.“ He looked to Alexis pointedly.
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2016 4:32 pm
[ "I do let her be, n' it's killin' her," Alexis breathed out, arms stretched so far back beyond their head it seemed that it would stop being a stretch and start being an elaborate ploy to break their own arms.
"I don't know a lot about anthropology or anythin' like that. I just work with my instincts, but. Y'know." The shrug was awkward; a pause in conversation, while they decided their next words. "I don't have a phone, but I can give you my email? If that works? Or I could grab a burner phone or whatever, maybe."
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2016 2:54 pm
Is it killing her? Alois wondered to himself. I wonder if that’s right. Maybe it’s just a metamorphosis.
„… Email will work. Or I could call Autumn, and let her know. I’ll reach you in some way or anozzer.“ Alois reached into a back pocket for his wallet and found the familiar weight waiting for him. Upon opening it, he pulled one of the few business cards kept and held it out to Alexis, pinched fastidiously betwee index and middle fingers. „Here’s how to reach me, in case you find somesing out yourself. I figure you’ll wind up as deep in it as I am.
„Now, your email?“
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2016 3:38 pm
"Don't tell Autumn," Alexis cried out, with a look of pure horror on their face. "She'd kill me if she knew I was even thinkin' about it, okay? Even if it works, she will absolutely kick someone's a**, and it'll probably be mine and I'm not up for that." They had to pry one hand off of their leg, then; unconsciously, it was digging nails in, leaving long scratches under their clothes.
"Oh, yeah, my email's axstkr@gmail. You got that?"Hetzerei PROBABLY AN ACTUAL GMAIL, 100% DOES NOT BELONG TO ME, DO NOT CLICK.JPG
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