Diego always kept a spare briefcase of throwing knives in the Academy. He wasn’t exactly keen on coming back to his childhood home any more than it was necessary but, with all these new people supposedly there to ‘aide’ them in their battle against the end of the world, he didn’t really have a choice.
Fetching the briefcase from under his old bed, he unlocked it and examined its contents. He picked up a knife and began wiping away the thin layer of dust that covered it. He felt staring eyes locked onto him and he sighed. “My fists are going to be the last thing you see if you keep staring.” He said without turning to face them, still addressing his knives.
“you know that line doesn’t work on me, right?” allison’s hands rested on her hips as she spoke. she was tired, yet through willpower alone, her gaze never wavered from diego and his seemingly endless supply of knives. ( allison one, diego zero. ) “anyway, i only came to check up on you,” she admitted with a quiet sigh. nothing about their situation was easy, but it never was with them. “so, how are you feeling?”
“anyone need anything from the grocery store?” andie asked, walking around the kitchen and taking note of everything that she should buy to make the kitchen a less barren place. jesus, did these people only eat oatmeal? she thought to herself, as she found another package of it in the cabinet. “i’m basically appalled by how barren this place is. i need… decent food to survive.”
“in all fairness,” allison started with a dry chuckle, arms crossing against her chest as she moved from the doorway. “we haven’t exactly lived here in awhile. pretty sure right now is the most company this old place has seen.” though, she paused to think about andie’s first question. “maybe some good quality coffee that i can try to stash away for five. even if he won’t say it, i think he’ll appreciate the effort enough.”
Judas had the mindset that food solved everything, or at least it solved most of his issues. Finding out that the world was ending in a couple months kind of put a damper on things and he tried his best to push it to the back of his mind; a terrible idea really. He sighed stabbing his fork a little too aggressively into his food as he looked at his lunch companion, “Is it too early to start drinking? I feel like vodka would help a lot right now.”
in allison’s mind, it was better to try and maybe befriend to the other gifted; they were here to help stop the world ending, after all. they were important too. with a small shrug, she finished her forkful of food before speaking. “well, i’ve seen people do worse things than drink vodka at lunchtime, so...” allison knew she probably shouldn’t be green-lighting it, though honestly with everything happening, they could all use a little something. they only had a few months before it was go time again, but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t at least slightly glad they had more time for round two. “that being said, are you buying it? i’ll cover the lunch bill.”
hey i’m b / bailey and i’m a piece of trash. once again, here is allison’s pinterest board. so we all know allison from season one, and honestly for the most part she’s the same in this new timeline... but a rundown of it will be below the cut.
IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER before i start. for my own personal sanity......i am ignoring any and all of the allison/luther romantic shit bc i literally cannot deal w it. They. Are. Siblings!!!! thanks for comin to my ted talk. anyw, on with this mess of an intro.
she, with the others, helped vanya with her powers... meaning daddy dearest didn’t manipulate allison use her power to make vanya think she was ordinary. or more like, this time allison refused to do it.
she learned from a younger age that she can’t just use her power to get what she wanted, though there might’ve been a small rumor here or there... nothing drastic though, because whew sis is not ab to repeat everything she fucked up originally!
allison is still pretty damn vain however. def the girl who spent hours doing her hair... only to spend even longer on which outfit and what makeup to wear. and then changing her mind like half way through for something else, because she didn’t like it... oop.
no one can change my mind since they were teens in the early 2000s, she was STILL That Bitch. you know exactly what i mean.
you also know she used to paint anyone’s nails who would want it done or did their hair, though. who cares what anyone else thought ://// it was PRETTY!!
allison’s still, uh, kinda fuckin stupid at giving advice/etc though.... she tries okay she REALLY DOES!!! she wants to be a better sister!!! puttin in that effort but damn sometimes she loses the plot a little and it’s like, girl what are you talking about? are you making this advice session about you somehow? how typical..........mjensjsjjd no but seriously, old habits die hard y’all.
she still became an actress; again she didn’t use her powers for anything like :// boy did she WANT to, yeah i’m sure, but... i mean... it probably felt so much more rewarding to earn it on her own??
!!! a big change i’m implementing would be the whole patrick/claire situation. with her not using her powers like that, knowing exactly what happened the first time, i HIGHLY DOUBT she would repeat it lmao. but, just because they didn’t divorce over that, doesn’t mean they would have stayed together.
meaning yes, she and patrick still got married and had claire, but this time around they divorced simply due to personal differences. not every marriage lasts a lifetime. however at least now, she has joint-custody and they have a civil schedule of who gets claire when planned out.
except now that reginald died before he should’ve, and the apocalypse is still most definitely on, allison is a little too busy to keep juggling saving the world and managing her daughter...which sounds absolutely awful, but christ what can you do.
ESPECIALLY with finding the other gifted children alongside her siblings!! do you know how much effort this is? A LOT. she’s thankful they had a place to start or whew she would have grey hair by now ( no she wouldn’t, she would’ve just dyed her hair back, whomst am i kidding.....) from any added Stress.
alright....... this is barely anything at all ik but it’s something,,, idk i’m excited and also really nervous to write allison, i hope i do her some justice??? i’m not that used to actually rping canons DJHDSHNFB
She still wasn’t quite human yet, flickering between there and not. For now, she hovered around, feet barely touching the floor as she ran her hands over various books in the library. The house was large but Eve was glad to be looking at something besides the same walls over and over.
She longed to go out into the world but it was different and scary and Even didn’t really trust herself not to just suddenly vanish. Her fingers brushed over a worn cover of a book and she relished in the texture, the feeling of it. She had always forgotten what it felt like; to feel things, real things not just things she conjured up in her dreams.
Eve turned away floating out of the room and into the hall. She wasn’t quite staying at the academy since she still wasn’t sleeping or eating but she had nowhere else to go and she wasn’t sure what to do. She poked her head in various rooms until she came across one with someone actually in it. “Oh hey,” eve beamed up at them entering the room and sticking her head over the couch.
“So this whole end of the world thing is super depressing, do you think there’s anything that might cheer people up? What do kids these days do for fun?”
‘this whole end of the world thing is super depressing’ was an understatement. the events she and her siblings went through during the first goddamn apocalypse were enough. now here they were again, just with more people. frankly, she was over all the doom and gloom. “yeah, tell me about it.” allison sighed, her eyes settling on the blonde. having all these new faces around really was something to get used to. “but, i wouldn’t know the answer to that---finding anything to genuinely cheer yourself up in this house is a mission of its own.” if her voice turned a little sour, she hadn’t paid it much attention. still, for a moment she paused. “though i... might have some old records somewhere, if dancing is your thing.”
