b r u t a l * //

I N D I G O OLIVER VALE thirtyeight. scientist. gfp. husband. father. brother. It's just something about your mind.

[indxgoes-blog]

tclepvth‌:

“Husband,” she greeted him fondly and when he got close enough, she closed her hands around his, “I’m simply studying them. Aubrey has mentioned that if our cookie recipe has the most favourable reviews and ratings then she will win the competition.” She pulled him inside, leaving her personal assistant to man the booth with her children. “No, nothing of significance.” Angeline wasn’t ready to talk about her encounter with the goddess and even if she was, she didn’t feel too inclined to tell him, not after he kept a secret about Ava from her. “I don’t want to be considered a negligent parent…” She paused to think of the right words to say. “That would be inconvenient… That aside, I’m still looking for the knife that Julienne tipped us off about. It should be able to put Remus out of commission.”

Indigo remained quiet as Angeline explained.  Their children were at that age when impressing their friends and winning competitions were part of their aim.  “Well,” Indigo started and said, “If you two worked together on it, I’m sure that you’ll win.”  Though, he didn’t hide his sudden concern about Angeline cooking or baking.  The last time she baked, she’d been touched by an artifact.  He eyed her carefully but stopped as she pulled him inside.  “You’re not a negligent parent, wife,” he said, “The children adore you.”  They were a strange pair of people, but they would never let their children be harmed.  He looked at her as she mentioned their current goal, “I haven’t had luck with either.  GFP’s been swarming with work since the arrival of S.H.O.T. and the new drugs being peddled into the street.”  Although, he already had an idea of what went on.

[indxgoes-blog]

caerulece‌:

Cerulean rubbed the back of his neck as he heard the voice of his eldest brother. Indigo had a distinct way of making people feel less than what they were. He sighed and said, “Some of us aren’t machines like you or Angeline, Indigo. We like breaks.” Cerulean insisted and then tried everything he could to make himself less angry at that teaching jibe. Cerulean shook his head and sighed, “Aren’t you the director of GFP? You can take the day off if you wanted. Isn’t it in your power?”

Indigo laughed, “We’re just dedicated to our craft, Cerulean.”  It was part of the reason why Indigo grew so infatuated with the woman.  She was not only beautiful, she was able to keep with the seriousness and dedication that he had.  That wasn’t something he expected Cerulean to understand.  He looked at him and shook his head, “I’ll give the employees a break but I’m the director. I can’t let them see me take a break.  Besides, a lot of these things are connected to my job, Cerulean.”

[indxgoes-blog]

thereddsky‌:

indigo may have been his older brother’s best friend, but indigo always scared sky.  the man had a glare so intense that sky swore indigo saw into his soul.  at indigo’s throat clearing, sky blinked back and looked over to indigo.  “oh, indigo,” sky said as he rubbed the back of his head and bowed slightly in apology.  there was a small smile from him, slightly embarrassed and attempting to tell indigo that he was okay.  he shook his head and said, “i’m okay.  i just …i just have a lot of stuff in my mind right now.  i don’t know.  a lot of stuff’s been happening and i guess …i dunno.”  sky shrugged.  people who went to school with him were graduating from college, getting engaged, married or having kids;  sky was worried about doing the best that he can against the forces of evil.  it was secret before, but now, everyone knew.  it made things a hundred times worse.

Indigo was aware of how much he intimidated people.  It was something that he relished in;  he would rather have his presence speak for him before he had to.  “There has been a lot of things going on,” Indigo agreed.  Even he was starting to struggle with keeping up with what went on in the city.  He looked at Sky, “You don’t know?”  Indigo cocked an eyebrow up as he slowly looked over to Sky and shook his head.  “You’re the Red Ranger, Schuyler,” Indigo said as he nodded at him, “You know plenty.”

[tclepvth]

She wanted to say that she wasn’t sure why food seemed to taste so much better, but with the mental shields and blocks lifted, she suspected that her meeting with a goddess had something to do with it. She wasn’t going to proclaim her suspected truth, but she was in a sharing type of mood. Thankfully, she was passed the stage of baking an abundance of pies and was actually making a meal. “I could make up a story about how this recipe was passed down to me from my mother and her mother, but the truth is, I don’t remember where I learned it. But I’m glad that you’re here… I needed someone to try this and while I don’t normally stop those who passed by, I just felt that your opinion might just be what I need.” 

[indxgoes-blog]

Like a good husband, Indigo picked up the moment Angeline’s moods and personality shifted.  Unfortunately, this was starting to happen far more than Indigo would have liked or permitted.  While he enjoyed the new tastes of her food, something was off.  “Wife,” he said as he stepped in front of the passerby.  He turned to them to give an icy glare that said enough to make them carry past them.  He turned to Angeline and stared at her, eyeing her slowly as if he was searching for an answer from her.  Slowly, he shook his head, “Why are you asking strangers for their opinions?  You’ve never been one to care for their opinions.”  He paused and then asked, “Did something happen again, wife?”

[caerulece]

“I don’t know about you, but I’m really looking forward to not having to go into work on President’s day,” Cerulean admitted. Although, being a teacher had plenty of challenges that came with it, he could at the very least look forward to those days off. Teaching kindergarten was hard enough, but with all of the kids throwing questions around about S.H.O.T. and if their parent were going to be okay …well, Cerulean was finding it harder and harder to have the heart to placate them all. He just needed a little bit more time to recharge his batteries. He looked over to the person next to him, “Are you looking forward to having the day off too?”

[indxgoes-blog]

“You have the time to be excited about a day off?” Indigo asked his youngest brother, turning his head and quietly laughing at the idea of having that much free time.  He tilted his head to the side, nodding slightly as he said, “Well, even those who teach have something to look forward to.”  Indigo praised those in education - they worked jobs that deserved much more praise than they received.  However, he still an older brother and insulting his younger brothers was something Indigo was very fond of.  “No, Cerulean, I am not looking forward to having that day off,” he said with a soft nod, “I’m working that day.”

[thereddsky]

sky’s mind was elsewhere.  it had been a few days since the fight with castigador, but it was still fresh on his mind.  the red ranger needed more training.  he needed to get stronger.  glimpses of the fight continue to replay in his head and the more he thought about it, the more frustrated he got.  although sky’s mind was focused on the replaying those fight scenes in a continous loop, sky was actually out in the city and he hadn’t moved from where he stood.  his gaze was still in one direction, focused and unwavering;  he was literally standing in place.  “huh?  what?” sky finally snapped out of his daze as he felt someone’s voice aimed at him.  “what did you say?”

[indxgoes-blog]

It wasn’t difficult to get lost in one’s thoughts.  Especially with the way that the events in Ceres Centropolis started to pan out.  There were too many times when Indigo could find himself lost in the whirlpool of his own mind to the point where he was certain he could have drowned in his thoughts alone.  However, it didn’t mean he would allow himself to obscure people’s ways.  He cleared his throat and looked over to the man who would be the Red Ranger and asked, “Are you alright?  You’ve been standing in the same spot for quite awhile, Sky.”  He knew Sky - Conrad was one of Indigo’s few and closest friends, after all.

[indxgoes-blog]

ulysseswoodland‌:

Uly found a smile creeping onto her lips at the joke regarding the basement, however she restrained an outright laugh. He was already no doubt pinning her as some overzealous university student looking to earn brownie points, no need to reinforce that opinion by giggling like a school girl at the slightest hint of humor. “Damn… that was the only question I really wanted answered.” She replied with an equally stoic tone. She could match humor until the end of time, sarcastic and deadpan remarks were her forte.

Uly studied the man a long few moments more before it finally clicked, China. That was where she knew him from.

Uly had spent years in China recently for a variety of reasons. It had been her late partner’s favorite country, so she’d been paying homage to that… but it had also been the location for a number of mutant vanishings and she’d felt she owed it to them to look into it. She’d found nothing and that had culminated to be one of her biggest regrets. She often lied to herself, mused that perhaps they’d merely run away. Deep down, she knew that lie for what it was and hated herself for trying to cover it up.

Staring into Indigo’s eyes, those memories came flooding back and Uly felt them come like a physical blow to her chest. Her gaze dropped. “Why did you relocate from China?” She inquired honestly, forcing the conversation and focus away from herself as her arms fold over her chest. “It must have been quite a big move.”

Crap.

Why would an overzealous college student know that this particular director had spent time in China? Stupid, Uly. You’re better than that. One of the biggest challenges to being immortal was remembering what you should and shouldn’t be able to remember at your current age. For example, if she spouted that Napoleon Bonaparte wasn’t actually short when she’d met him people would look at her strangely. Nothing to be done about it now. She forced her gaze back to Indigo’s cool blue iris’, offering a placating smile. Maybe he won’t notice.

I doubt it.

When the power of director had been granted to Indigo, the changes that went through Granda Falls Pharmecuticals was far greater than any of the changes prior.  To say that Indigo was meticulous when it came to work would be an understatement.  Taking over GFP was something that Indigo had intended to do, but as abruptly as he did.  Indigo never failed to rise to the challenges that were given.  He nodded at the tour guide.  It was an unspoken agreement that there would be a staff briefing for these tours.

"Unfortunately, I don't share that information," Indigo replied.  There wasn't a dungeon.  They weren't uncivilized.  No, there was a different containment chamber at the most bottom level of GFP.  That was strictly for staff members only.

At the mention of China, Indigo's shifted to the woman for a moment before he nodded.  He shrugged, "Originaly, we were in China to establish GFP in that country.  The country has been rising in various advancements and we wanted to bridge the gap between our chapter here and over there."  Of course, there were others reasons in between what he said and what did.  "So, that was the original intent," he nodded politely.  It was strange for someone to specifically ask about his relocation.  

"We would have stayed longer, but we came back here for my wife, Angeline's career," Indigo said easily.  "She sacrificed a few years for my career.  So, the very least I could do is same for her."  Indigo paused before he added, "Additionally, I was given the offer for my current position.  It's not one that I would have passed."

The offer came at a good time.  Indigo's personal research and experimentation in China had started to trickle into the population.  He wasn't foolish enough to keep painting the red flag.  Though, Indigo owed his wife much gratitude for her help;  her abilities were the reason why Indigo could do what he did.  His wife was an incredibly terrifying woman.

"My turn to ask a question:  Why are you asking about China?" Indigo asked, curiosity on every syllable of his question.  Most people he met for the first time wouldn't drop into China;  most people ask about how it feels to be the director or what changes have been made.  Indigo's curiosity had never been something he chose to ignore.

[indxgoes-blog]

ulysseswoodland‌:

In truth, Uly could not fault the technician for the slight faults in the technology. She’d likely given the presentation to hundreds of the general public and other corporate interests who had minimal knowledge of the actual gruntwork that went on inside the walls of the laboratory. What financial investor cared that the accuracy range of the spectrometer was off by a tenth of a degree? It was more important that the presentation highlight the diversity of the laboratory as well as its capacity for specialized study. Uly had been thoroughly impressed, even before the well-dressed man with wind-swept hair, stubble and cloudy blue eyes came and brought attention to those errors.

Yummy.

Uly couldn’t help herself, she was only human after all… and a human who hadn’t gotten some in nearly two decades. She’d always had a soft spot for chiseled beauty, especially those that weren’t aware of it. Good looks could quickly turn sour if the person in question was aware of those good looks… but she got the feeling that this particular gentleman was aware, however didn’t flaunt his appearance. Her eyes caught the golden band adorning his finger a moment later, causing her heart to break a little, if only over a flight of fantasy. Shame.

His correction of the technician’s blunder made Uly smile slightly. ‘Not just a figurehead director, then. The man knows his stuff.’ She thought idly, hands dropping into her pockets as she studied the man a few moments longer as he introduced himself. Indigo… She’d heard the name before but she couldn’t put her finger on where. For the moment, she ignored it.

“A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Vale.” Uly said politely, clasping her hands in front of her hips in a way she hoped made her look nervous. Being around men of power required a certain appearance of vulnerability, lest they suspect something. “Will you… be taking the remainder of the tour?” She inquired hopefully. In truth, she was already satisfied with the technology on display… but she’d love to learn more about the man behind it all. She, alas, had not heard much about the enigmatic director of GFP.

Good help was never hard to find, but training them took patience.  Indigo didn't have issue an verbal warning - his eyes flashed a quick expression at the original guide and that was enough.  With the constantly changing work at the hands of GFP, there was no need to waste his breath.  Since the usurpation of power in GFP, Indigo had changed the standard of the company - people would rise to the exception so long as they were attainable.  However, it seemed he needed to spend time to perfect the protocol for tours at their facility.

Indigo never favored the idea of tours in the laboratories.  They were places meant for research, for work.  Though he had a heavy hand, he was not irrational enough to ignore the majority vote.  Though, as it stands, he would need to have a word with their tour department on the standards of the tours given.  Currently, he wasn't impressed.

Indigo nodded at the woman's greeting.  Indigo looked over to the tour guide once more before he looked back as her question came out.  As Indigo had never been one to subject himself to unscheduled social interactions (he'd left that up to his younger siblings), he took a moment to decide on how he should answer.  On one hand, he had research he wanted to cross check with his own personal accords but on the other, something about this woman wasn't simply just the appearance she was portraying.  Suspicions were risen, but Indigo maintained the calm, collected exterior he always did.

"I don't think there's much left of your tour," Indigo started off.  He nodded and said, "But I would be happy to answer any questions that you have."  There were different roles to play, especially as the Director.  GFP hadn't always held the lighter role that he helped them acquire.  "So long as you don't ask about the dungeon in the basement," he said so flatly that it almost sounded believable.  Except, it was.

As expected of a corporation that specialized in all things beyond human, there were secrets hidden beneath the surface.  The organization toed a fine line - with the wrong thing said, done or recorded, they could be just as hated as S.H.O.T.  Luckily, most people know them specifically for caring for beings beyond the common man.  It made the materials and people that Indigo needed for his research much more available.

"But I do hope you have questions that I can answer," Indigo said.  "The last person who asked something I couldn't answer is now part of that basement."  His words came out dryly;  his humor was never something most people understood.

[ulysseswoodland-blog]

Ulysses made a concerted effort to avoid the towering concrete and glass constructions that had ushered in the death of the marble and stone architecture she loved. Had she been in Greece or Italy, she would have perhaps felt a greater pang of sadness but, as it was, this land had all once been sweeping plains and farmland. Little had been destroyed to build this metropolis… at least in the literal sense.

When you were over two thousand years old, it took a large and thoroughly annoying amount of effort to remain up to date with current levels of technology. Uly had felt as if she’d just been getting her head around Alexander Bell’s phone when they’d rolled out the sleek rectangles of pliable glass littered with neon lights. Of course, Uly had wasted months re-educating herself so as to not appear far older than her appearance to the hip youth of the day… that didn’t mean she enjoyed it. If only technology would slow down a fraction. Even as she thought the words she found she didn’t mean them. Such advances had brought medicine and amazing leaps in bio-engineering. Such things would have saved many people who need not have died, back in her youth.

Granada Falls was going to be her source of education today. She had set aside a day to catch back up on where the pharmaceutical industry was at. She’d only checked in a year ago, but scientists these days loved to speed ahead far faster than she expected.

The woman who had been set aside to guide her gave the distinct impression she was already bored of it. Uly didn’t blame her, really. Taken away from her work to guide around some random young woman because her boss had asked? Uly hated to cash in favors… unfortunately, the closed-off nature of such places tended to require it.

As they stopped outside the spectroscopy lab, Uly dropped her hands into her pockets and peered through the glass. Most of the machines had not changed much since she’d been here - the same IR Spectrometer was there, as were the Gas Chromatographs and UV-VIS Spectrometers. The Mass Spectrometer had certainly slimmed down since she’d last seen it, a state of the art machine compressed down to a mere part of the larger machinery. Satisfied, she forced herself to focus back on the tour-guide who was saying something about the accuracy of the instruments. She’s off by a tenth of a degree. Not that Uly would ever mention such a thing. She wasn’t that petty. It was strange enough for a woman in her low twenties - who shouldn’t even be out of university yet - to be poking through a pharmaceutical lab… let alone, know more about the equipment than its workers.

@indxgoes

[indxgoes-blog]

Granda Falls Pharmaceuticals had gained a reputation that Indigo hadn’t helped craft, but one that he was now in charge in.  The position of director came to him without much hassle;  it was easily expected that he would have gained the title, almost too easily expected.  Indigo had never been the type to disappoint the expectations that were placed upon him.  If he couldn’t meet those expectations, he would have chosen another woman to be his wife - Angeline was not the type that should ever be disappointed.

Surprisingly, even with the amount of experimentation and research done at GFP, this place was seemingly the most normal to Indigo.  Outside in Ceres Centropolis was a world that currently had no control with too many variables - these recently introduced variables were making it difficult to push forward the current plans that Society had originally laid out.  That and with his wife currently attempting to hide her anger at an indiscretion that almost happened, Indigo needed a breather from the routine.  GFP was the only thing that currently made sense.

The latest project Indigo had taken was the dissection and understanding of those mutations that had rampaged the city.  As he looked through the slides of DNA the team had retrieved, it could easily be determined as human DNA.  With the assistance of the machinery and technology at GFP, he was able to dissect the DNA further, to the strands.  “Hmm,” he muttered as he spotted something embedded into the polynucleotides that shouldn’t have been there.  An outlier masked a nucleotide that had meshed with the human DNA.  “A forced mutant gene,” Indigo muttered as he stepped away from the machine.  He removed his gloves before he reached for his pen and jotted down notes.  “Interesting,” he thought to himself as he prepared himself to exit the laboratory - he took the proper protocol of hand-washing and sanitizing.  The last thing he wanted was to spread whatever had been injected into these mutated beings into his lab.

“Hm,” Indigo looked up at the tour that was going on as he stepped into the hallway.  He stopped, listening in from the outskirts of the tour group.  Initially, Indigo was supposed to head back to his office to cross check his most recent findings - it ran similar to his own personal research and he wanted to cross-check the given information - but this was something that the man couldn’t understand.  Indigo cleared his throat.  He dropped the hand holding the thin manila folder to the side as he stepped forward.

“Excuse me,” Indigo interrupted the tour guide.  He gave them a look that expressed more than any words he could have strung together.  He stepped forward, next to the tour guide and gave a polite smile.  “I do apologize as there are plenty inaccuracies that were shared,” he apologized but then decided to give the hired guide a chance.  “We did replace our older equipment with some newer ones which is why there were inaccuracies, of course.”

As Indigo began to explain the machine, he paused and caught himself before he continued.  The scientist smiled and said, “Excuse me.  You’re probably confused as to who the finely dressed man interrupting your tour is.”  Indigo was never this amicable - he had to emulate a lot of his younger siblings’ usual personalities to get to this public speaking level.  “My name is Indigo Vale and I’m the director of Granda Falls Pharmaceuticals.”

[indxgoes-blog]

secondsign‌:

“It’s medicine,” Kazu said with such seriousness.  “For the city,” he added with a smile to his face, “If I’m cranky, it’ll be something that everyone will regret.”  This man’s connections are strong, Kazunari.  Kazu stared at Indigo before he took a large, long and audible sniff.  He stepped back and said, “I’ve decided you aren’t someone to arrest.  GFP is something we can still use.”  His lips broadened into a smile as he suggested, “You know, you know, this is an opportunity to avoid being arrest, Dr. Vale.  I would take it if I were you.”  Kazu paused for a moment while he turned to smile at him, “That’s a warning.  If I give you another one, you’re going to die.”  Don’t make threats when you’re on duty.  “Ahhh, stupid,” he smacked the palm of his hand against his forehead a few times before he looked at Indigo, “Not die.  Regret.  Regret.  Regret.”

“Medicine?” Indigo scoffed at the man’s words but seriousness made itself evident as the man spoke a subtle threat to the city.  The scientist never been one to ignore threats, especially when they were made by infamous beings such as Kazunari Urameshi.  “And before I agree or decline,” Indigo began, fully aware of the dangers that this conversation was toeing around.  He looked over to Kazunari, skepticism about the man was in every fiber of his body;  Indigo thought men like Kazunari were trustworthy, but only to their own causes.  “What kind of a opportunity am I being given here?  Aside from being black-mailed with your arrest threat,” he added.  Then, the following words didn’t sit well with Indigo, at all.  He frowned, “... what are you going on about?”

[secondsign-blog]

“This smells weird!” Kazu announced to no one in particular.  He brought the bread he purchased away from his face before he gently placed it into the nearest garbage can.  As the weird bread hit the can, a strange smile came up on Kazu’s face.  He could hear it, the shuffling S.H.O.T. agents around - the creature that he played host to was happily explaining those agents positions in his head.  His smile twisted into a more bizarre one - the intentions in his smile were more obvious than they should have been.  He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small bag of mini-marshmallows.  “You know,” he said as he struggled to open the bag.  When the bag finally opened, the marshmallows burst from it scattering all over the ground and accidentally hitting the person in front of him.  “Noooo,” he whispered in sadness, “My …no.”

[indxgoes-blog]

When the marshmallows took off into the air, Indigo did a double-take at the man.  There were plenty of case files that went through Granda Falls Pharmaceuticals.  One of most interesting ones that Indigo had gotten his hands on was the one regarding Kazunari Urameshi - he hadn’t expected to see that man in person.  He turned to face the man, then looked down at the marshmallows before he told the man, “If you continue to eat those marshmallows, your teeth will rot and you’ll die.”  

[indxgoes-blog]

cassxwilson‌:

Feeling a hint of Indigo’s emotions, Cass quickly tightened her mental shields before offering him a smile. “Sure thing, Mr. Vale.” She didn’t need to be an empath to see the conflict that was written clearly across his face, so she could sympathize with wanting some peace and quiet. It was one of the things she loved about being with her horses; they didn’t talk your ear off or expect non stop conversation. You could just relax and let go around them, so long as you gave them love and respect. “Did you wanna head out by yourself or would ya want some company?” Giving him a moment to think without any pressure from her standing there waiting, Cass turned back to the gelding, unclipping him from his tether and turning him loose into the small paddock they stood next to, before turning back to get an answer.

“It’s your property,” Indigo replied to her with a simple shrug.  “You can do whatever you want to.”  There should have been pleasantries, especially toward the owner of the stables, but Indigo was in no mood to act upon them.  He waited, slight impatience came through the scientist as he thought about the future that would be unraveled in Ceres Centropolis.  He sighed to himself before he looked over to the woman, “When Ceres Centropolis gets hit by the usual attacks, how do the horses react?”

[lvminovss]

The soft sound of humming filled the air around Cass as she stood in a relaxed position, currying the dapple gray gelding that was tethered in front of her. Flooding the horse with a sense of calm through her music, she smiled happily as she watched his head lower further as he gave in to her ministrations. The poor beast still wasn’t much to look at; hip bones were protruding far too much, ribs could be counted from a distance… But he was starting to fill out and his coat was picking up a glossy sheen, just in the past week that he had been at her stable. Hearing the gravel of the pathway behind her crunching, she eased off the humming and spoke without turning, almost as if to herself. “It’s amazing, isn’t it? Poor guy has been treated so poorly in the past, by the very people who were ‘sposed to love him, yet here he is… wanting to trust someone again…” Her voice trailed off before she shook her head, seeming to come back to herself. “Sorry, what can I do for ya?” she asked in her soft southern lilt, turning to see who her visitor was.

[indxgoes-blog]

There had been turmoil in the past few days.  Angeline had a very distinct way of showing her anger.  Indigo’s mind had been brandished with too many thoughts;  he could easily feel the clouds that covered his usual judgement.  The director of Granda Pharmaceutical Falls decided to take on an old past-time to clear his mind and to regain his usual sharp focus.  He stopped on his way to the entrance as he saw the woman approach with the horse.  He rose an eyebrow as she spoke about something he hadn’t been interested in but he politely listened to her introduce the horse.  Indigo nodded;  not knowing how to answer her spiel about trust, he shrugged.  “I wanted to ride for a bit,” he said, “I need time to think.”

[indxgoes-blog]

reichhardt‌:

“I suppose that’s all I can do then.” Ulrik nodded at the suggestion. He knew that the Vales weren’t talking and from what he could gather from Angeline, she was cracking under the pressure. “Careful now. SHOT may not be the only one that Angeline has attracted.” This city was filled with beings older than he was and they fit alongside his father in terms of power. Ulrik wouldn’t have normally cared, but when Deities got involved with the the ‘mortal world’ things became more complicated. “I’ll continue to build the city then and make them love you when the time comes to reveal the truth. You and your wife are the face of this movement.” 

“Take your warnings to someone who cares for them,” Indigo said flatly.  There was nothing more annoying to him than to be told like a child - he was no child, after all.  His expression shifted into annoyance the more Ulrik spoke.  “Again, I am aware of this,” Indigo looked over to Ulrik before he put his hands into his pockets.  “You forget I’ve descended from beings more ancient than necessary,” the scientist had his fair share of older beings and he was more than ready to cast them aside.  The problem with the ancient beings was their inability to change from their set ways.  At some point, it seemed more of a title than anything else to him.  “The truth has always been a trap,” Indigo said, “Ceres will fare well when it drops.”

[indxgoes-blog]

adamnnit‌:

“You could stand to lighten up more, Indigo,” Cliff said, shaking his head as a smile gradually showed up.  He couldn’t remember why Indigo started to become this way but that was his kid - well, Redford’s kid but the soul was the same thing - and family was family.  “If they come, they come.  I’ve been itching for a fight recently.  Too much resolved tension.”  He looked over at Indigo before he tilted his head, “Looks like you’ve got a bunch of tension in you too.  Everything alright, kid?”

It was enviable - to live with a personality so immune to the stresses and distinguishable perils that came through must have been a blessing.  Indigo never understood how his father's soul managed to maintain such a pleasant outlook toward life - he could recall the time when the garage had, allegedly, burst into flames during one of his usual bouts of rivalry with Gray and at that time, his father shrugged and said, 'Looks like the fire department will earn their pay today'.  There was a disparity between Indigo and the parents who brought him into the world.  Unfortunately, the man decided the gap between them would never close.  He sighed before he shook his head, "Must you always resort to fighting at the end?"  It was ironic that he'd say that, considering his own history with his siblings.  "I'm not tense," he insisted before he threw the words out, "I've been busy.  Unlike you, some of us do have jobs that take up our free time."

[indxgoes-blog]

reichhardt‌:

“Then, since you know, she’s already told you about the investigation into her. Her credibility may end up ruined and she could lose her job. They never asked if she was a mutant, but with the current climate, things could turn out poorly… And then your children.” He tsked and shook his head. “I would hate for them to be brought to Hyrian’s. Powers or not, the fear of the people is enough for them to make regrettable mistakes.” Ulrik gave the Oliver boy a wide grin as he tilted his head down for a moment. “I know you don’t like favors, but I might be able to delay the investigation.”

"I am aware," Indigo said calmly.  His wife may have been a capable person, but that didn't lend way for him to be a negligent husband;  he'd never been someone who did things in the foreground for credit, his workings went behind the scenes.  Especially when it came to taking care of his family.  The threat of their children brought a grimace onto Indigo's face.  His frown came easily, followed by unwanted thoughts regarding them.  He took in a sharp breath before he looked at Ulrik, "I'll pass."  The scientist was never without a plan.  He smirked, "You should pass your handouts to your city.  There are people who need it more than we do."  Dwelling on the possibility of 'what-if' had never been productive - he dealt with it when it came.

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“Hey, hey,” Cliff said as he threw his hands in the air.  He punched SHOT officers - allegedly.  There were plenty of conflicting stories being thrown around.  The officer claimed to be peacefully restraining an unidentified mutant;  Cliff claimed the officer’s excessive use of force was unnecessary for such a young mutant.  They couldn’t reach an agreement.  “You’re saying that, me, one person,” Cliff said as he pressed his hand to his chest dramatically, “Cause all of those guys to hit the ground?”  He moved his hand across, gesturing at the amount of a fallen SHOT agents.  The man’s grin came on as he chuckled.  He ran his fingers through his hair before he shrugged, “Come on.  I’m just one guy.”  For a fraction of a second, Cliff’s lips twitched into a smirk, “What could one guy do?”

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At this very moment, Indigo understood why his mother would argue with her supposed soulmate.  Impulsive, brash and crude - Indigo could see many traits that his siblings shared with the soul of what was once their father’s.  “You’re ridiculous,” Indigo spat out at the man feigning some false sense of innocence.  He slid his hands into his jacket’s pocket before he rolled his eyes, “Why pretend when you already know the truth?”  Liars were annoying, especially people like that shared his father’s soul.  “You should probably leave soon, Cliff,” Indigo refused to call him father, “SHOT’s agents never fail to extract their revenge on morons who trip into their traps.”