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I got an awwwwaaaard!
Dec. 4th, 2009 10:43 amI got an awaaaard. I got an awwwwwwaaaaard. :D :D :D :D
Dreaming of To come and Gone
Aug. 20th, 2009 09:20 amThe surussing of the waves always drifted Alec to sleep quickly. That, plus Phoenix made it even easier to sleep. While getting to sleep was easy, in the floppy comfiness of the bed, dreams were another matter. His mind let loose to drift among thoughts and realities of his different selves meandered through memories as well.
Babylon Five as an ambassador, or a telepath, or a visitor, or a fey bent on conquering the known galaxy, showing up the Volrons and the Shadows. He liked doing that. "Not the only one..." He mumbled as the dreams, that self drifted away.
"But of course not, that's why ..." his voice took on a Cajun accent as he found himself an alternate who was Gambit's son. That soothed out, his accent returning to the normal kind of almost alien Gaelic lilt.
Into his past, or perhaps his future, he dreamed "Mm... Kratz? Lorac? You're...but... but...I don't understand!" This one lingered, capturing him, keeping him like rat in a cage. "No... I can't hurt... please don't hurt her! Him... I lov... no..." He gook a deep sobbing breath. "No.. Lorac... please."
Babylon Five as an ambassador, or a telepath, or a visitor, or a fey bent on conquering the known galaxy, showing up the Volrons and the Shadows. He liked doing that. "Not the only one..." He mumbled as the dreams, that self drifted away.
"But of course not, that's why ..." his voice took on a Cajun accent as he found himself an alternate who was Gambit's son. That soothed out, his accent returning to the normal kind of almost alien Gaelic lilt.
Into his past, or perhaps his future, he dreamed "Mm... Kratz? Lorac? You're...but... but...I don't understand!" This one lingered, capturing him, keeping him like rat in a cage. "No... I can't hurt... please don't hurt her! Him... I lov... no..." He gook a deep sobbing breath. "No.. Lorac... please."
Shopping, with Tiwa
Feb. 21st, 2009 09:26 pmThe door leads out into a shaded courtyard paved with pale red stones. Two sides of the courtyard is created by the house, the third a stable and the fourth the gate into the outside city. A tall tree with wide, flat, pale yellow leaves is in the center, its roots woven into nooks to sit in. Laruna sits on one of the roots, her fingers criss-crossing a cats-cradle game while next to her stood a man about hers and Alec's age. He has short curly auburn hair on a round face with hazel eyes. He could be nice looking except for the rather unpleasant smirk on his face. He's nuts eating from a small bag, from which Laruna occasionally snags some from.
The air is crisp with the tang of just started spring. Tall mountains cusp the surrounding view with white finger tips. Two moons hang like wisps of clouds in the sky, barely visible. The house is a two story cream colored building with a rooftop that came to a sharp point to prevent snow for clinging on to it. Glass panes protected the windows and are nudged open just a bit to let the fresh air in.
It is a rather pleasant day, all in all.
The air is crisp with the tang of just started spring. Tall mountains cusp the surrounding view with white finger tips. Two moons hang like wisps of clouds in the sky, barely visible. The house is a two story cream colored building with a rooftop that came to a sharp point to prevent snow for clinging on to it. Glass panes protected the windows and are nudged open just a bit to let the fresh air in.
It is a rather pleasant day, all in all.
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Oct. 25th, 2008 09:35 pmAgain, hiding from the hot sun, Alec sat at one of the tables in the galley mess, flicking a coin between his fingers. The coin spun and flickered, sometimes not even there for a moment before returning. The one sailor had tried again, but the threat of Brand frightened him off. Of course, it seemed to have frighted everyone off. Leaving him with few choices for conversation.
Addie, his "betrothed" was one, but she was difficult to talk to. And Madam... well, she always seemed to have something else up her sleeves. He had no plans to go near the captain. As for Brand... well. He didn't know what to do about Brand.
Addie, his "betrothed" was one, but she was difficult to talk to. And Madam... well, she always seemed to have something else up her sleeves. He had no plans to go near the captain. As for Brand... well. He didn't know what to do about Brand.
He did it in the Summer's Palace, because that is what he was when he'd talk to her. Summer to Winter. Idly he wondered if there was a Spring or a Fall. Perhaps her and his children, not theirs together, of course. But if he ever had a child... There were no shortage of woman who would be willing. Of course, it was the age old problem of them wanting him because he was king, and not because of him. It irked him, but for now, he did nothing about it. It was better than them trying to kill him.
For a moment, he smiled at the thought of getting one of the men pregnant. That would certainly throw them off. But MPreg pushed too many bad buttons for him to actually do more than think about it as a passing joke.
As funny as it might be.
Setting the mirror up in a room that wasn't his bedrooms and surely would be spied upon, though no one would admit to it, he pulled up a chair and a glass of wine, settling himself as King. If anyone asked Alec how he did it, how he flit from self to self, changing his body, his very essence into whatever version of him he needed to be, he couldn't answer him.
He just did it.
The power of Summer and that changing from Whatever he normally was to half elf King sent a brief buzz through his mind. He knew his eyes went from muddy brown to a sort of golden amber, but other than that he couldn't see any physical differences. The King felt serious today. Appropriate, as he was going to talk to his "other half".
Taking a deep breath, Alec spoke into the mirror with a simple, "You wished to talk?"
((OCC:Random mun ramble: It's so long, because I felt the need to explain how he could be Himself and the King at the same time. The King is always there, but sometimes, Alec just becomes the King. Also, on a tangent, I need a "king" icon.))
For a moment, he smiled at the thought of getting one of the men pregnant. That would certainly throw them off. But MPreg pushed too many bad buttons for him to actually do more than think about it as a passing joke.
As funny as it might be.
Setting the mirror up in a room that wasn't his bedrooms and surely would be spied upon, though no one would admit to it, he pulled up a chair and a glass of wine, settling himself as King. If anyone asked Alec how he did it, how he flit from self to self, changing his body, his very essence into whatever version of him he needed to be, he couldn't answer him.
He just did it.
The power of Summer and that changing from Whatever he normally was to half elf King sent a brief buzz through his mind. He knew his eyes went from muddy brown to a sort of golden amber, but other than that he couldn't see any physical differences. The King felt serious today. Appropriate, as he was going to talk to his "other half".
Taking a deep breath, Alec spoke into the mirror with a simple, "You wished to talk?"
((OCC:Random mun ramble: It's so long, because I felt the need to explain how he could be Himself and the King at the same time. The King is always there, but sometimes, Alec just becomes the King. Also, on a tangent, I need a "king" icon.))
Jono's Birthday present. (Open)
Feb. 28th, 2007 12:25 pmIt was pay day. A very important event at the Inn. It was also Alec's birthday, but he wasn't making to big of a deal about it. He didn't quite expect any presents (even if he had given some out) and he was planning to go home for the Spring Festival and then later that night go to the Tavern Under the Hill where Laruna was going to be having a party for the two of them. Well, it was really for her, but since it was his birthday too (sort of, being born on a leap day tended to make things difficult) it was for him as well. She would probably end up singing the candle song.
Looking over the time-sheets, Alec opened the door to his office. He shut the door and his nose wrinkled at an unfamiliar smell.
No, that wasn't right. It was a familiar smell, just not one he associated with his office.
It was something he associated with a battle field.
The smell of death and decay.
Looking up, his jaw dropped and his eyes went wide.
Verra was standing there. But not the Verra he knew and loved, it was Verra looking like she had spent the past six months decaying underground. "Happy birthday Alec!" the corpse rasped.
Mouth still opened, Alec back-peddled through the door like a ghost, before gibbering, "Ohgodsohgodsohgodsohgods..." in the front lobby, staring gobstruck at the door.
Looking over the time-sheets, Alec opened the door to his office. He shut the door and his nose wrinkled at an unfamiliar smell.
No, that wasn't right. It was a familiar smell, just not one he associated with his office.
It was something he associated with a battle field.
The smell of death and decay.
Looking up, his jaw dropped and his eyes went wide.
Verra was standing there. But not the Verra he knew and loved, it was Verra looking like she had spent the past six months decaying underground. "Happy birthday Alec!" the corpse rasped.
Mouth still opened, Alec back-peddled through the door like a ghost, before gibbering, "Ohgodsohgodsohgodsohgods..." in the front lobby, staring gobstruck at the door.
Alec sat off in a quiet corner of Nexus space away from the Question Areas. He leaned against a Convenient Nexus Wall as he fiddle with his Rullette trying to get the instrument in tune. He hadn't played in months and wanted to try to see if he could still play.
Once tuned, he started to strum a simple song, frowning as he fumbled the notes.
Once tuned, he started to strum a simple song, frowning as he fumbled the notes.
[Rp Locked to Pandoras_closet]
Aug. 9th, 2006 11:02 pmThere had been a note at the front desk at the Inn for Alec. A request from Dale to meet him at a set of coordinates. The note didn't say anything else. It was kind of on the odd side, but Dale was odd. So after dropping off the Spear of Fire with the other four weapons and trying to get the blue dye out of his hair (which didn't work at all) Alec portled himself there.
There being a rather random looking rocky planet that looked like Vasquze Rocks. And nothing else really, except for a metal structure with a series of doors. It looked like it was just a wall... with doors.
But Dale was there.
Shoving the portal generator into his pack, Alec walked over to the Caretaker with a wave. "Got your note."
There being a rather random looking rocky planet that looked like Vasquze Rocks. And nothing else really, except for a metal structure with a series of doors. It looked like it was just a wall... with doors.
But Dale was there.
Shoving the portal generator into his pack, Alec walked over to the Caretaker with a wave. "Got your note."
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Apr. 29th, 2006 10:40 pmEnforced idleness was not something that Alec was good at. To be sure, it wasn't something that Verra and Braxious were good at either. All three of them lived very active lives, from baseball practice and school to hunting and traveling to ordering people around and running the Inn. Every day was filled with activity, of something that needed to be done. A new project, a new place to see, a new anything.
But here, in their enforced hiding place, there was nothing to do. At first it was nice, the laziness of not having to do anything. But then they started to get restless. It wouldn't have been so bad if they knew that they could leave, but the idea that they were trapped there made the place that was surely a nice vacation spot as horrid as any of the worst cells with stone and steel walls could be.
Within three days they had explored the place from top to bottom, minus the beyond the red door. That room they had locked the first day to avoid temptation on Alec's end. It was the equivelent of the large red shiny button he couldn't push. And Alec loved to push those, just to see what happened. It wasn't like they could kill him. But this time he couldn't risk it. He couldn't, he wouldn't put his family at risk.
Verra had taken up haunting the library. Dragons loved a good book and at least she could get lost in one, forgetting temporarily that she was trapped. Braxious and Alec weren't the reading sort. The books just didn't interest Braxious and Alec had too much trouble reading to enjoy them.
They had fished and swam in the lake. Gone exploring. Played in the trees. Played catch. But still, it was a prision cell and it came back to them, eventually. The weight of it all. And the helplesness of it. They were trapped and couldn't do anything.
Depression slipped slowly in. It was a good friend of entraptment and it found easy prey in the Trovens.
By the fifth day they barely saw one another, each passing through the day in their own places, except at meal times.
Alec haunted the roof of the house, the slight possiblity of danger in falling the only thing offered to him. Verra kept to the library, Sari near her, in case something gods forbid, happened and she couldn't protect her. And Braxious stayed by the lake.
If something didn't happen soon, one of them was going to crack.
And the way Alec kept on going past the room with the red door, it would probably be him.
But here, in their enforced hiding place, there was nothing to do. At first it was nice, the laziness of not having to do anything. But then they started to get restless. It wouldn't have been so bad if they knew that they could leave, but the idea that they were trapped there made the place that was surely a nice vacation spot as horrid as any of the worst cells with stone and steel walls could be.
Within three days they had explored the place from top to bottom, minus the beyond the red door. That room they had locked the first day to avoid temptation on Alec's end. It was the equivelent of the large red shiny button he couldn't push. And Alec loved to push those, just to see what happened. It wasn't like they could kill him. But this time he couldn't risk it. He couldn't, he wouldn't put his family at risk.
Verra had taken up haunting the library. Dragons loved a good book and at least she could get lost in one, forgetting temporarily that she was trapped. Braxious and Alec weren't the reading sort. The books just didn't interest Braxious and Alec had too much trouble reading to enjoy them.
They had fished and swam in the lake. Gone exploring. Played in the trees. Played catch. But still, it was a prision cell and it came back to them, eventually. The weight of it all. And the helplesness of it. They were trapped and couldn't do anything.
Depression slipped slowly in. It was a good friend of entraptment and it found easy prey in the Trovens.
By the fifth day they barely saw one another, each passing through the day in their own places, except at meal times.
Alec haunted the roof of the house, the slight possiblity of danger in falling the only thing offered to him. Verra kept to the library, Sari near her, in case something gods forbid, happened and she couldn't protect her. And Braxious stayed by the lake.
If something didn't happen soon, one of them was going to crack.
And the way Alec kept on going past the room with the red door, it would probably be him.
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Apr. 23rd, 2006 09:15 pmThey had been arguing for a good hour straight. The dishes in the tent had already been thrown. Fortunately they hadn't been broken. They had bounced off Alec's chaos field and a few of them had turned into odds and ends. Braxious sat watching on the other end of the very spacious tent, his eyes wide. Sari was sitting next the Caretaker sucking on her fist. She didn't seem to notice anything going on, still silent and rocking a little.
The arguement was about what to do. In general and with Sari.
Verra still wanted to try the elf's bane. Alec was against it.
They had been going on and on about this. Round and round and round.
Alec wanted to fight some how. He thought he could do something. Verra was against it. She didn't trust his abilities, afraid that they would fail at the wrong time.
She wanted to go.
Alec didn't want her to go, he wouldn't risk her.
She didn't want him to go for the same reason.
Both of them couldn't go, who would watch the children?
Another pot went flying, it bounced off of Alec's field and slammed into the floor before walking off, a small scurring hedgehog. It joined the blue porcelin fish and a small squadron of rainbow devil duckies. Trey squaked loudly at the hedgehog.
The arguement was about what to do. In general and with Sari.
Verra still wanted to try the elf's bane. Alec was against it.
They had been going on and on about this. Round and round and round.
Alec wanted to fight some how. He thought he could do something. Verra was against it. She didn't trust his abilities, afraid that they would fail at the wrong time.
She wanted to go.
Alec didn't want her to go, he wouldn't risk her.
She didn't want him to go for the same reason.
Both of them couldn't go, who would watch the children?
Another pot went flying, it bounced off of Alec's field and slammed into the floor before walking off, a small scurring hedgehog. It joined the blue porcelin fish and a small squadron of rainbow devil duckies. Trey squaked loudly at the hedgehog.
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Apr. 22nd, 2006 09:02 amContinuing from this conversation.
Alec's thoughts were racing fast as he ran through HQ to his own response center. He had teleported into the middle of the cafeteria, which was a good three levels... on a good day, away from his response center. The blasted geography of the place seemed to be working against him right then. He didn't want to risk another teleports cause gods only knew where that would cause him to end up. Skittering past agents, flowers and minis he made his way ino 3b where Marc-C was sitting reading a manual for a new gun she had bought.
"Where's the Portal Device?" he blurted out. His partner looked at him with that same annoyed look that she always had when it came to him.
"Where it always is," she said, starting for snarky but ending up sounding a bit worried at Alec's franticness. "What's going on Troven?"
"Don't know exactly. Have to pull family away for a bit. Universe Auditors or something notreallysure want me and kids dead... probably Verra too."
Marc-C stared at him blankly. He had slipped into his native tongue in his excitment, which she didn't understand. Not realizing this he waves and set the portal device for home, early evening, when everyone should be home. Fortunately the portal devices were designed for the technology impaired and the shiny button lover, so it worked and he dropped right on the front lawn of his house.
( Continues )
Alec's thoughts were racing fast as he ran through HQ to his own response center. He had teleported into the middle of the cafeteria, which was a good three levels... on a good day, away from his response center. The blasted geography of the place seemed to be working against him right then. He didn't want to risk another teleports cause gods only knew where that would cause him to end up. Skittering past agents, flowers and minis he made his way ino 3b where Marc-C was sitting reading a manual for a new gun she had bought.
"Where's the Portal Device?" he blurted out. His partner looked at him with that same annoyed look that she always had when it came to him.
"Where it always is," she said, starting for snarky but ending up sounding a bit worried at Alec's franticness. "What's going on Troven?"
"Don't know exactly. Have to pull family away for a bit. Universe Auditors or something notreallysure want me and kids dead... probably Verra too."
Marc-C stared at him blankly. He had slipped into his native tongue in his excitment, which she didn't understand. Not realizing this he waves and set the portal device for home, early evening, when everyone should be home. Fortunately the portal devices were designed for the technology impaired and the shiny button lover, so it worked and he dropped right on the front lawn of his house.
( Continues )
