#alberidge

[spacepandar]

SETH ROGEN: James would do stuff at times just to push people’s buttons. I think he threw milk in someone’s face as an improv, and I remember thinking, That’s not the best improv.

JUDD APATOW: We used to say, “Two out of 10 of Franco’s improvs are good, but those 2 are just historic.”

[lumpias]

Al puts on this front as if he's some cold-hearted asshole. He is an asshole, but he's not all that cold. He makes breakfast for Mags in a home that belongs to his well-off foreign family, and although he doesn't talk to her about them he's particularly interested in making sure Mags's new family starts off okay. He even offered the home to her for her use for as long as she'd like.

[lumpias]

I remembered that there was a drabble request I was supposed to have written for you long ago, and here it is now! This is an AU?

Wizard Albridge Mathieson: 34 years of age, brown hair, brown eyes, wanted for murder. Only it wasn't exactly murder in his book considering the fact that it was a vampire that he disposed of. Regardless, the city's watch wanted his head and so here he was making his way on foot across a meadow on the outskirts of the city's province. A blanket of fog covered the way ahead of him and it was the thickest he had ever seen.

Al's pace began to slow as he continued on, but he wasn't feeling weary. He felt as though he had suddenly become heavier. Not a moment after he thought about it his posture was reduced to that of someone with a hunched back.

"This isn't natural."

"Took you long enough."

A familiar voice pierced through the fog and was followed by a silhouette. The figure, heavily cloaked, approached Al as he squinted to get a better look at their face.

"Ah~" he sang, "you're looking as pretty as ever~"

THUD. Al was slammed face down onto the ground. Pushing himself back up, he was overwhelmed by a scent that was also familiar to him: witchcraft.

"Lia, my dearest, it's a pleasure to see you again." He gave her a smile that made most maidens swoon.

"That's a shame because it's no pleasure for me. There are a lot of people who aren't too happy with you, Alberidge." Lia circled around Al, never letting him out of her sight.

Al twirled around and moved so that he and Lia were side-by-side. He brought up his arm to wrap it around Lia's shoulder.

"C'mon~ it had to nothing to do with you!"

She smacked his arm away and turned to stand in front of him. "It had everything to do with me! I was working a job and you just went in and-"

"-blew him to bits. Yeah, I know. It was pretty spectacular!" Al tossed his head back and laughed, obviously pleased with himself.

Stabbing him in the chest with her index finger, Lia pushed Al backwards.

"There are a variety of ways to get rid of someone discreetly and you chose to blow him up!"

"If I'm going to do someone in I'm going to go all out." He grabbed hold of Lia's hand and looked straight into her eyes. "Spend the night with me and you can experience something like that first-hand."

THUD. He was on the ground face-first again, but this time his arms were bound to his sides.

"Lia~"

"Don't 'Lia' me. Since I have no vampire body to turn in, I'm going to give them yours."

All the slamming onto the ground wore him out and so Al didn't even try to resist being captured. He figured he would get some much needed sleep on the way back to the city and then he would think about escaping.

[lumpias]

Alberidge M. Mathieson

Shovel, salt, lighter fluid, a match... these were the tools Al brought with him for his latest case. Lately, every one he case he bothered with has been boring. Nothing was exciting about the average 'salt and burn' job. He figured that things would be like this for a while. Al wanted to be sure he could around for Mags, and it would be hard to do that if he suddenly got caught up in something extremely dangerous. Mags... now, she wasn't carrying his child, but that wasn't the point. Everyone appreciates a little help once in a while no matter how tough they try to act. Besides, it's always good to have some company. Company is good. At least that's what Al kept telling himself when he would remember what little he could of last night's events. It had been months since he had really let loose, and so when he left dear Mags to work on this otherwise boring case Al visited the local bar. A lovely brunette from across the bar kept staring in his direction so he made his way over. Al did what he used to always do in this situation, and after a few hours and a lot of hard drinks they left to keep each other company in his humble motel room. Guilt lingered inside Alberidge. While he and Mags weren't exactly in a romantic relationship, he had begun to notice how emotionally attached he was to her. Regardless, the deed was done and he would do well to forget about it.

[sashamini]

He's giving her the Al-Special.

[spacepandar]

So I just had this great idea...

that everyone threw Alberidge a very belated birthday party, and that Everett gave him a cat as a gift.