Altered Tundra

Crooked Young - An Altered Lies Production

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As soon as she was done with her initial reaction to him revealing her face to Ava and how she would threaten him with this and threaten him with that, Alexandros simply waited for her to register what his sister had said: there was food downstairs. Even though he didn’t know her as well as he would like to(it’s still a work in progress), he knew women. And after a woman had their fill of him, they liked to ransack his food supply. It was like a morning-after ritual at Casa Mossos.

So, when she finally calmed down, though her reaction to Viola was interesting. He shrugged at it, of course, but it was interesting all the same. When she name dropped Janice, Alexandros wouldn’t react at all. He knew that one wouldn’t go unscaved. Her finding out about Janice was him being careless. Didn’t seem to be a problem anymore since he got what he wanted from Audrey and intended to keep getting it as many times as he wanted. As for that young Bianca Salazar, it was what it was. He used her to get Audrey’s attention. An ends to a means.

When Alexandros would start to head towards the door, he noticed Audrey took a beeline for the bathroom. Only was it a moment later did he realize what she had to do. Sighing, he went on his way downstairs to join his siblings for a decently-prepared meal. It actually did seem to be quite the feast. Nothing too glamorous but it certainly was not bad. There was a mixture of traditional Greek and Italian items as well as some American comforts like pancakes and french toast. Potatoes were on the table, as well as some bacon. Coffee was already prepared in two cups. Black, of course, Sugar and cream were set beside each cup.

“Morning Georgie,” Alexandros gave a small smile to his brother who returned it was a wide grin, almost chuckling.

He took a seat across from Ava who sat next to Georgie. As always, his younger brother was lively with a smile. Honestly, he was the only one of the four Mossos children that were always chipper. It always was a mystery to Alexandros how his brother, given the attitude that runs in the Mossos genes, could not only be always happy but he also never displayed the common arrogance, however, varied it might be among each Mossos, once in all the time they’ve been alive. It was almost as if the concept of arrogance or being egotistical was foreign to him. Perhaps it was for the best, then. At least one of them had to be pure.

“Sleep well, Alexy?” Georgi asked, wanting to start off the conversation.

Alexandros shrugged. “I didn’t do much sleeping.”

As Georgie was, he let out a rather exaggerated gasp.

“Calm it down there. It’s far too early for that shit,” Ava warned Georgie not to start with his theatrics before she could have her coffee.

“But, what could you have been doing--”

As if on cue, Georgie noticed Audrey come in. “Whoa! Alex, that’s Audrey Huntsberg!” Georgie let out a squeal of delight, getting up and approaching her. “I know you get this a lot, but you are simply amazing. I have watched all of the videos of your dances on Youtube.” Georgie, though he probably didn’t intend to, he was hugging her with a surprising amount of force; though not enough to cause any harm - just really tight.

Both Alexandros and Ava sighed, shaking their head. “Georgie, let the woman breathe. You can fangirl out once she’s a little alert.” Ava told him.

In that, Georgie would return to his seat and let Audrey get adjusted.

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Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

The long silence from when he had spotted her and asked his beloved what she heard to the moment she spoke was a killer. Wesley thought that maybe she didn’t hear anything and she was just confused about why Wesley was meeting with Emiri in secret. Alternatively, she could’ve heard every last bit and she was finding it difficult to process. It could’ve been a number of things--none of which were favorable in his humble opinion. However, as soon as she would open her mouth, it became obvious to the Dalmascan prince that something was terribly wrong. It was in the way she spoke and how frantic she was acting.

But what could it be?

Listening to her intently with a partial reason for not wanting to miss any of it and the rest being of intrigue as to why she was acting this way, Wesley became more convinced--if not fully already--that she had heard nothing of there being a high chance of him being Fandaniel. Instead, she seemed to only hear what he told Emiri about wanting to leave the castle. Though, while that mystery was solved, it still didn’t explain why she was acting the way that she was and saying the things that she said. As a man who wanted to understand it all, she was puzzling him. Even Emiri would try to get her to see to reason. However, that fell on deaf ears.

And when she amped up her tone, Wesley saw Nadeline go to her knees as she started to sob hysterically into his lap as she pleaded with him not to leave. Hearing her words, Wesley knew exactly what was happening. Knowing her so well and knowing how observant he was to certain things, Wesley wasn’t like most men. He had read and experienced so much that Wesley understood what was happening. Though, if the gods forgive him for his silence in the moment, this took him by surprise.

“I see,” Wesley said, patting Nadeline’s back to comfort her.

He looked to Emiri, who at this point was unsure what was happening. He gave her an assuring smile, though he shook his head at her. Without saying anything, it was enough. He knew she wanted him to tell her the truth. Had she been in any other state, then perhaps he would’ve, but she was upset enough. If he were to add to her unrest, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. Besides, he was just reminded of something important. What separated him from all other Zodiark Spawn. Even if he was the Protector, he was still Wesley Alexander of Dalmasca.

“How could I have been so blind and not noticed it?” Wesley seemed to be questioning himself rather than Nadeline. Once she would raise her head to him, doubtless with puffy eyes, he smiled gently at her, giving her a comforting kiss. “My fiance bears me a child.”

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Minutes to Manhattan

Well, how about that? I actually ended posting before sleeping. Imagine that?

Minutes to Manhattan

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^{Anna "high as a kite" Arnette _@Aewin, That one Asian Guy _@Grim327, Special Snowflake Girl _@Melo, Not even gonna remember your names _{@Dirty Pretty Lies}.}

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Why is she apologizing if I was the one who bumped into her?

Ava truly became confused in that moment. First of all, the blonde was way too chipper for her own good. If she could turn it down a peg or five, that would swell. Secondly, how in the hell did she have this much energy for someone who nearly tumbled over due to Ava’s klutzy ass? There was no one in existence ever that would automatically forget getting knocked over, let alone happily state their name and the names of their friends. Unless they were high on something. Yeah, that was it. Anna was high. Lastly, which was probably the most important, there was no way in hell--real or otherwise--Ava was going to remember all of their names.

Well, maybe the Asian-looking guy. He had a simple name. The one named Ophelia. That was quite the unique name. And of course Anna. She was hard not to remember. In Ava’s mind, she will forever be the girl that apologized to Ava when Ava was the one who almost knocked her over. That, if nothing else, makes a lasting impression.

Staring at the lot, Ava felt like the odd woman out. These people were obviously close. How in the blue balls of a Mossos male was she going to not feel awkward?

“So…” Ava scratched her head, trying to think of something to say. Really, anything would do. Just say words. “This sure is a fancy party. Is it usually like this in New York?”

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

She could call it whatever she wanted. Call him pathetic. Call him a less of a man than he was before his partnership with Zodiark. At the end of the day, Hamut ensured his survival by aligning himself with Zodiark. Though, perhaps Shion deserved to know exactly why he did join forces with Zodiark. Perhaps he could grant her that much. Considering she’s on death’s door, it was only right that reward all of her hard work by enlightening her. Hamut stepped forward, circling Shion. As he looked at her in those amber eyes of hers, he actually pitied how far she had fallen. After a longing gaze, he would tell his tale.

“I could spare you the details, but you seem like you want to know exactly why.” He started, gazing upon Shion’s form. “Truth is that Zodiark and I have had a plan from the very get go. Before my grandson ever freed him from that prison in Giruvegan. Before my son’s revival and Zodiark’s true release. Before any of Jackson’s friends or even Jackson’s father, there had always been a plan to not only get Zodiark free but return him to where he truly deserves: ruling over all things. Anything that could be and anything that would be, my master--no, my partner in crime--deserves it all. It was then when I was a young dragon in this world of ours, I devised a plan. Together, through the years, I etched my name into this world and rose to power. Doing everything I could to make sure Zodiark’s revival was inevitable. There were some setbacks, sure, but I was confident that everything would go according to plan.”

“And guess what, Shion?” Hamut knelt down to her, hand on her rosy cheeks. “We’re almost there. The final step was getting you here. Once he delivers the final blow and absorbs that strong mist of yours, we can initiate the final stage of the plan.” Hamut informed her. “With your power, we can--”

“Hamut, that’s quite enough.”

“Of course, my apologies,” Hamut backed away. He looked to Shion. “It’s too bad no one will be able to know of my involvement, Blue Rose. I was really looking forward to getting even with that grandson of mine. I suppose your death in our company will have to do.” Hamut shrugged, stepping aside as he would let Zodiark do what needed to be done.

Zodiark raised his arms, up in the air, conjuring up Michel’s mist around him. Seven colors of his seven auras surrounded him and swirled around he and Shion. His eyes would flash all seven colors and then all of that mist gathered would concentrate into his two fists. And then he would go for a series of punches. “It’s time to reunite you with Rio and Avira,” he said, going in for the final kill.

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Gods he knew she was right. And it wasn’t like he was going to retreat to his vices like Emiri did. He knew that wasn’t the way to go nor was it what he intended to do. Perhaps she misunderstood what he meant in his previous statement. Still, this wasn’t something no one would believe nor accept when they did believe it. While it was similar to what Emiri went through, she herself was not Keiran, but rather had it implanted inside her head. Wesley was a Spawn of Zodiark. From where he stood, there was a difference and not one where he could simply go and tell everyone, hoping for the best.

“I appreciate what you’re trying to say, Emiri. I know it comes from a good place, but I cannot do as you request. If this is the truth, I cannot risk putting anyone in danger. In the event that something unfortunate happens to me, I simply cannot. I refuse to put anyone’s lives in danger--especially Nadeline’s.” Wesley felt a sharp pain in his heart when he thought of Nadeline. “I..need to make preparations for my journey to seek the truth,” Wesley stated, letting out a sigh. It was one that was as if he had no other choice. “I will tell the others some--”

And as Wesley would turn his wheelchair around, he saw Nadeline in the door. In that exact moment, there were a lot of things that went through his mind: how much did she know? What was she thinking right now? He took in a deep breath and exhaled. “How much of that did you hear?”

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When they were left alone by Nadeline and Grant, Savayna and Jaakuna never moved from where they were. The sun’s rays were on them and he held her in his arms, continuously telling her it would be okay and that she didn’t have anything to be afraid of. He assured her, reassured her, and re-reassured her until she got the hint. He wanted her to be sure that there was absolutely nothing for her to fear. As long as he was by her side, he wouldn’t let anything harm her.

And though she protested him in the beginning, after awhile, Savayna ended up admitting defeat. When it all came down to it, she could never say no to him nor stay mad at him for long. It was just the way they had always been. Even when he drove her to her last nerve and it seemed as though she could hold onto her anger with him forever, when it all came down to it, he was probably the only one out of anyone she knew that could get her to see the logic in just about everything. Where everyone else failed, he was always the warmth she sought after. And yet, as they rested on the balcony, watching the birds fly overhead, there was something that she couldn’t help shake. It was as if something had happened yesterday--probably the reason for her meltdown earlier--that made whatever was happening right now seem wrong.

But what was it?

No, she shouldn’t ruin a good moment between old friends by finding a fault in it. Whatever happened yesterday didn’t matter to her. She honestly didn’t care one way or the other. As it stood right now, this was what she needed. She needed a comfort of a friend and that’s exactly what Jaakuna was providing for her.

“Jaakuna..”

“Hm?”

“I just wanted to say..I mean, that is to say..”

“You’re welcome, silly.”

She said nothing after that. They simply stayed there for twenty more minutes before they would venture back to the others in the Grand Hall. They were probably getting worried, anyway.

Naruto: Revival

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>inb4secondcharacterispaneru

Naruto: Revival

>be angel eyes
>have a demisexual character
Seriously pick one please.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

"Just three," Zodiark said through his wincing. "Don't turn around."

When he uttered those words before she would even know what hit her, a sword of darkness pierced through Shion's stomach, spraying crimson liquid out from her torso and onto Michel-possessed Zodiark. The sword itself appeared out of nowhere. However, in a matter of three seconds, it would appear as though it wasn't. A form that blended with the light started to step out as if through a portal of some kind. First, its leg came out, clad in red armor and soon, after about a minute of it slowly coming through and pulling the sword from Shion's stomach.

Given that Shion would look behind her, she would see a face that was all too familiar. "You're off your game, Blue Rose," the deep, aged voice said.

Zodiark smiled, finally free from Shion's clutches. Taking a moment to collect himself, Zodiark knelt down to Shion so he was at eye level with her. "I do hope you understand what just happened. Though, perhaps you should ask my loyal subject."

Their face was now revealed and they stepped into the light.

"Isn't that right, Hamut?"

Hamut whipped his sword free of Shion's blood and simply watched her with curious eyes.

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"I cannot explain this, but..it's true, Emiri. My new powers granted me several things. The ability to see through Keiran's charade. The likely bonus that, on some level, I know what he is planning is also something I might be capable of too; unsure about the details. but what I do know is that this...dream I had. It showed me in a different form but it was still me. My mist was very much the same. I was in the heavens when the Espers rebelled against them. I was Fandaniel, the Protector. I was the one who banished Hashmal and locked him once more into a prison in Pheros." Wesley couldn't shake the feeling that he was right. Why else would he know these things? If he truly was Fandaniel, then that meant... "I can't let anyone know this. Not until I am absolutely sure. I need to make sure this isn't the work of someone else. Or if it isn't, then I cannot be around anyone. I need you to promise you'll keep this to yourself until I can make sense of it."