Ever the professionals

Thank you to all of those who enjoyed the Allawy account. As of this day forward, we will be continuing as a canon Lutece blog.

[amatchmade]

Gonna refresh this blog. 

Along with that, I have turned Quincy into an indie blog. Andre is the only character who will remain dedicated to the fallout verse. 

[beniignus]

                        you can break my soul,                         take my life away,                         beat me,                         hurt me,                         kill me.                                               but for the love of god                                                          don’t touch him.

[amatchmade]

Whenever I get into the groove of writing the Luteces, their theme song plays in my head. It makes me very happy. 

[fidelismiles]

Ah, so crazy then, were they? He had to admit, they had impressive vocabulary and their speech was eloquent; but the context led the man to believe that their cognitive state wasn’t in the best of conditions.

Harmless enough, he’d oblige.

"Disappointed by my name?" He mocked with false sincerity. "It’s better than whatever name I was born with, I can assure you."

Honestly, what were these two playing at?

"I’d seriously doubt it. It could very well be possible- but with how similar you two are, I deem it incredibly unlikely you aren’t in the slightest bit related.” He began to glare with distaste at the well-synchronized movements of their gestures.

Some people had too much time on their hands.

[amatchmade]

"Ah, so your theory was right."  "Always is."  "Or is yet to be proven otherwise."  "It merits further study?" Another inside joke. The two seemed to be full of them. 

In any case, they joined arms, standing quite proudly still with a hint of a smile left on their lips. 

"We are but two sides of the same coin."  "Made of the same matter." "But do believe us when we say that we are in no way related by birth or marriage." 

Hands were extended, again in unison. 

"Rosalind and Robert Lutece. It is nice to meet you, Octavian." 

[biipolarpriincess]

[fluffy-overlord]

FUCKIN’ WANT~! HOLY SHIT!

[blue17-05berry-deactivated20141]

"Understood"

[amatchmade]

Abigail grits her teeth and gives a curt nod. Not beyond tears at this point, as several leak out of her eyes as she blinks, but she is firm.

They turn and leave without another word. 

[fidelismiles]

"Fascinating."

He regarded the twins with a scrunched brow and a once-over, noticeably raising a brow at their appearance. It wasn’t often that wasters approached Legionnaires.

Even less so they managed to seemingly materialize out of nowhere.

"Octavian, why does my resemblance to a stranger matter?" His tone was more cautious as he considered the potential threat these twins might pose.

[amatchmade]

"Octavian." The question seemed to have been ignored at first.  "Not an anagram."  "Or even starting with the same letter."  "Perhaps it is not his birth name?"  "Or perhaps there is only a resemblance." 

A shared, thoughtful hum in unison followed, their eyes returning to the man before them. 

"And what a question that is.."  ".. for what significance would appearances be?"  "Would you believe us if we were to say we were not related?" 

Movements perfect mirror of each other, they took each others' chins in finger and thumb, examining the counterpart fondly with smiles. 

[amatchmade]

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"We'll keep this short."  "While you are still our child, and we still love you, we have decided that you can no longer be trusted because of previous interactions with one Theopolis North." "You may continue interacting with him from this point forward- it will change nothing, and as you are an adult we will make no move to stop you. If you get hurt, it is your own fault."  "We are planning to leave this place soon. You may keep the house to yourself, but we will not be back unless there is an emergency in your own life where you require our assistance." 

[amatchmade]

[amatchmade]

Honhon: How can you guys even hear me I was sitting on my phone.

Gabi: Yeah I heard the sound of fabric rustling.

Honhon: Well that was the sound of my butt.

Gabi: Your butt rustling.

[fidelismiles]

"The jaw." "The hair." "The tone." "The expression." Twins listed off things in thoughtful hum, leering at the legionary calmly.

“What, pray tell, are you referring to?” 

[amatchmade]

"You bear startling resemblance to someone we know."  "Perhaps you are dopplegangers."  "Separated siblings?" "Something of that sort." 

They spoke as if there was some obvious, unsaid joke hanging in the hair. Inside joke, that the man was quite obviously not in on. 

"What is your name?" 

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[amatchmade]

[amatchmade]

How is it going?

"Wonderfully. Couldn't be better. We decided that a change of pace was in order, and are now finding ourselves in the refreshingly cool space that was once called Rapture. Our little vacation really put things into... perspective." "Lessons learned the hard way, on our part.""Because in the end, who can you trust but yourself?"  

[amatchmade]

Do you have a Valentine's day gift for your special one?~

"Most likely." 

[amatchmade]

"Abigail! H-hey... hey! You in there?" Frank is standing outside the door of the estate, arms crossed. He seems rather upset. Twitchier than usual, pacing back and forth while he waits. He tries knocking on the door again.

A very worn looking Abigail answers the door, looking to Frank, unimpressed. 

"Ah. Yes. Theo’s faithful hound- I assumed you’d come about. Before you say anything, the whole ‘Frank bot’ business was nothing but lies to keep Theo occupied and distracted from harming my unconscious brother. I do hope you heard that side of the story from Theo already."

[frank-archive-blog]

"S-sure sounds like it. I… ya seem like ya two would git along, t’ me. ‘Cause he got a suit ‘n y’all got suits, so…" Frank trailed off, continuing to listen. "Why’d he want t’ question ya, though? Y’all musta done somethin’. Mr. North’s a reasonable man… he got his reasons fer what he does. He said y’all were spyin’ on him… izzat true? ‘Cause… ‘cause that’s bad. Dishonest. S-shouldn’t be doin’ that."

He swallowed. He wasn’t sure what to make of the talk of attacks. It… unsettled him. He didn’t like to think of his friends fighting… he didn’t like to think that the twins had done bad things but he didn’t like to think that Theo had done something bad either. He could’t see Mr. North doing something like that without reason… Darn it. He just wished everyone would be honest. Honest and good. This was much too confusing for him. Especially the quantum physics part. He wasn’t even sure what those were.

"I… I dunno ‘f Mr. North would do that. He don’t want no more trouble… I reckon. He’s… he ain’t like that. 'Specially not after… not after that woman came. Ee-tin?” Another hesitation as he continued to process what Alexander had said. “Mr. North wouldn't use me, neither. I reckon y'all're jus'- jus' worryin' about nothin'. L…like I was sayin', a misunderstandin'.” He finished, crossing his arms in a mixture of stubbornness and nervousness.

[amatchmade]

"No. Why on earth would we want to spy on him? Being the vile little leech he is." Abigail nearly spat, wrapping her arms around herself crossly. Alexander just patted her shoulders. 

"Just because two people look similar does not mean we will get along. Mr. North has always been a little standoffish to us" "Alas, it is jealousy. He dresses as if he is better then everyone else, but lives in squalor. We, on the other hand, have obtained wealth. He does not seem to think we deserve it."  "That being said, we may have... slipped some. We heard some things through the grapevine about him, that we regrettably mentioned, and got him paranoid. Now that I think on it, didn't we invite him to our previous home?" "Yes. He came with accusations and rudeness. We wanted nothing more then to talk over dinner."  "Right. In any case... Mr. North seems to prefer the company of people more like yourself then people like himself. Can't be helped. In any case, I wouldn't want you or Dwight to feel like traitors in still associating yourselves with us, and Abigail doesn't want to run the risk of Theopolis finding us again through you. I fear that next time he may not wait through questioning before bringing out the knives. So we will be leaving later in the week."  "So this is goodbye. We are off to less populated and less stressful lands."

[amatchmade]

"Abigail! H-hey... hey! You in there?" Frank is standing outside the door of the estate, arms crossed. He seems rather upset. Twitchier than usual, pacing back and forth while he waits. He tries knocking on the door again.

A very worn looking Abigail answers the door, looking to Frank, unimpressed. 

"Ah. Yes. Theo’s faithful hound- I assumed you’d come about. Before you say anything, the whole ‘Frank bot’ business was nothing but lies to keep Theo occupied and distracted from harming my unconscious brother. I do hope you heard that side of the story from Theo already."

[frank-archive-blog]

"I-I dunno! But… but Mr. North wouldn’t lie t’ me! He wouldn’t! He ain’t like that!" Frank raised his voice, yelling back. But then he spotted Alexander. He did not smile back, but did seem relieved to see him.

"Alexander, what’s goin’ on? Why d’ you ‘n Abigail hate Mr. North so much, an’ what’s this about you dyin’? An’ what do I got t’ do with all a’ this?"

[amatchmade]

Alexander blinked, a little taken back by the sudden questions, but the tense nature of the two was enough to clue into what was being discussed. 

"Well, to be completely honest, it was more a matter of getting off on the wrong foot. Our first meeting was not a pleasant one, and it escalated from there. Our dislike for each other is mutual, and fault of both sides, but that happens on occasion. Sadly, it has now gone beyond back and forth banter to actual violence... some days ago, Mr. North somehow was able to capture us and bring us to a remote location for questioning. At first his harm started small, such as the cigar burn on Abigail's neck, but when we tried to escape he pulled a knife on us. I ended up getting between him and Abigail as he tried to attack her, and my condition made certain the hit was fatal. I was dead for... three days?"  "Because of our previous research into quantum physics, we were able to revive my brother with the help of several family friends."  "Your involvement in this is limited to the lies Abigail had to spin in the interrogation, in order to keep attention from me. If I underwent the same abuse, I would quickly bleed out... although, that ended up being the result regardless." 

Alexander said the words sadly, giving a very stressed looking Abigail a squeeze. He managed to get a weak smile out of her. 

"Everything is better now, but we would prefer not to be in such a situation again. As I said previously, Mr. North will likely attack us once he learns of Alexander's survival, so we must move as soon as possible. Should we continue our interactions with you, he may use you to find us. We can not risk that." 

[amatchmade]

Io, The All-Seeing Eye

"Greetings. My name is... Io [Eye-oh]. I manage a Supernatural archive, open to public use. Not many...