#museannex

[illbringthechaosmagic]

❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜ 

((@museannex - from Lore!))

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Wanda shook her head slightly, making herself comfortable on the couch. She had kept a little bit of room between them, more so that Lore didn't feel trapped. "I don't mind sitting with you. Besides, it gives us a chance to get to know each other a little better doesn't it?" She suggested, a small smile tugging at her lips. "We're both so busy normally."

[mcmorare]

@museannex (lupa) sent: 🎁 [rot by pup]

"I'm doing something productive with my self destruction. It's the one thing keeping me sane."

[knowstruth]

@museannex (lore) sent: 🎁 [told you so by paramore]

"Is it enough to keep on hoping when the rest have given up?"

[tarnishedxknight]

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Lore did her best to ignore any ghost she encountered, though it was difficult if they were persistent. If they were a constant presence. Fortunately, it wasn't really a problem at the compound. There were a few ghosts, sure, but they stuck around whoever they were following, or simply disappeared when they wanted to leave. It was... quiet, all things considered, and she preferred it that way.

But, a new visitor seemed to have other plans.

She had seen Noah in passing, but never really interacted with him. Though, she didn't interact much with the Avengers to begin with, either, even though it was her understanding he wasn't technically one himself. She did if they were around the hangar, but... her job simply didn't call for interaction outside of other techs and mechanics, and the occasional higher-up. But a few days after he settled in, a new ghost appeared. A boy, no more than twelve, if she had to guess.

Frankly, the new appearance hadn't been an issue, until the kid seemed to realize she could see him. And it was hard to ignore him, since he was just a kid, but Lore couldn't risk interacting with him. Not when it could cost her everything if SHIELD or the Avengers thought she was mentally unstable or unwell. But there wasn't anything she could do, anyway, other than offer some form of company. She didn't go around "releasing" spirits. She didn't play messenger for the dead and the living. She was a mechanic - not some medium or psychic or ghost hunter.

At least, that's what she kept telling herself, until she felt the hangar grow colder one night as she was finishing up her notes. Lore had stayed late in order to receive a hefty shipment of parts for the quinjets, and offered to organize and log everything herself. She didn't have anyone or anything to go home to, and enjoyed the quiet when everyone else left. Really, she shouldn't have been surprised to see the kid show up, and... finally, she caved.

"Is anyone there?" Lore called as she filed away the shipping information, and looked around her - ignoring how the hairs on the back of her neck prickled from the ghost's presence. When nothing but silence followed her question, she let out a slow breath, and turned to face the boy. Her expression giving away nothing as she slipped her earbud case from her coverall pocket, and popped one into her ear to try and cover herself if someone caught her speaking to him.

Claiming she was on the phone was the easiest way to keep herself from looking insane, after all.

"You've got persistence, I'll give you that," Lore said as she finally turned her attention toward the boy. Her brow crinkling as she studied him. If what Noah said was true about him coming from a time that had been forgotten... it would certainly explain the kid's dress. "What's your name, kid?"

He seemed to brighten at her acknowledgment, which... honestly, made her feel all the more guilty about ignoring him in the first place. It was clear he was... lonely, if his attachment to Noah gave her anything to go by.

Larsa Ferrinas Solidor.

"Larsa, huh? Good name." Her expression finally softened slightly, though... she really wasn't all too sure what to do. "I take it you're from Archadia too?" She wanted to figure out what was going on with the kid and get Noah involved if it would somehow help, but...

How the hell was she even supposed to get Noah to believe her?

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Larsa had greatly mourned Judge Magister Gabranth. First Judge Drace was killed, and then his other beloved mentor went missing, presumed dead somewhere far from home. He wondered about what had really occurred, for others had gone missing as well, most notably Princess Ashe of Dalmasca. But with Gabranth's disappearance, the boy was now painfully alone. All he had left was his brother, Vayne, and their relationship was strained at best. Following their father's assassination, Vayne seized power quickly and coldly. Larsa could only watch and hope he would make the right decisions for the fate of the empire.

He knew Gabranth was dead, because otherwise what happened next... would never have happened. He'd thought his dinner tasted funny, but despite all the observational skills he'd learned from Gabranth, Larsa brushed it aside. Unfortunately, this was the one time it would have mattered, for Vayne had poisoned him, pinning the blame on spies who had infiltrated the kitchens. At least his death was quick and relatively painless. He simply fell out of his chair, closed his eyes, and-

Well that was the strange part. Larsa expected some sort of afterlife, and perhaps he got one, being thrust into an odd space where there was nothing but mist in all directions. He called but his voice echoed weirdly, and no one answered him. After a time, it became apparent to him that he was in some sort of limbo, and that a choice must be made: push past this place to the Afterplane beyond, or first settle the reasons why he couldn't do that.

Was there a reason he couldn't move on? Oh, of course there was. He wanted to know what happened to Gabranth, where he'd gone, if he truly had died. All of that was keeping his young soul tethered emotionally to the world he called home for twelve years. No, he simply could not leave until he knew, and all that wishing, all that conviction to know, had transported him directly to the person he wanted to see. Except he didn't look like himself, wearing strange clothes and not his Judge's armor. And the world was... garishly incorrect at every turn. Where was Archadia? Why was Gabranth here? What in the gods name was going on?!

Larsa had tried very hard to get Gabranth's attention, but he was never able to beyond perhaps a lifting of his head or a turn around to see... that nothing was there. Well, something was there, or someone, actually... but not that Gabranth could see. This was infinitely frustrating to Larsa, and he had no choice but to follow Gabranth around in an attempt to discern just what was happening. And, over the days to come, he had learned many upsetting things that were unfortunately also answers to his questions.

So... some sort of magical mishap had taken Gabranth from his time to another. In a way, that was very uplifting, because Larsa now had confirmation that he hadn't been abandoned. Never had he ever really believed that he had, but even so, to have confirmation felt very good. But as he watched Gabranth struggling to adjust to this time period and with the loss of his home, Larsa grew very sad right along with him. It was shocking to hear him speak to medical staff and say that he mourned his brother, Basch. Larsa had liked Basch a lot, but Gabranth seemed to absolutely despise the man. Yet... now he was saying he missed him? It made little sense.

And then there was the mention of mourning a son, one he would never see again. I never knew Gabranth had a son... How could he have kept something like this from me? Why have I never seen him in Archadia? Larsa had so many more questions now, and so it seemed he wouldn't be passing on to the next realm anytime soon. He stayed with Gabranth, perhaps the one person he'd been the most comfortable with during his short life, and carefully watched and learned.

But when Gabranth was moved to a new place, Larsa became curious about the other people who lived there. The last thing he'd expected was for one of them to be able to see him, but sure enough, he found that the woman who liked to spend the majority of her time with the odd-looking airships of this time period could do just that. To Larsa's dismay, however, she seemed wholly unwilling to acknowledge his presence. That didn't stop him from trying, as he was nothing if not a persistent sort.

Finally, his persistence paid off, and the woman did attempt to speak to him. Oh, how refreshing it was to be looked at and spoken to! If Larsa thought he was lonely before, being a ghost was ten times worse. He smiled politely as the woman seemed to like his name. "Thank you, I was told my father chose it," he replied, meaning Emperor Gramis, of course. His eyes positively lit up as she mentioned Archadia. "Yes, I am! You've heard of it!" he exclaimed, not expecting anyone of this time to know where he was from.

Noah... preferred doing things in the evening or even at night, when there were fewer people about, and therefore fewer stares, fewer questions, and fewer unwanted, random social interactions. Wanting to learn more about the airships of this time, Noah had sometimes taken to visiting the aircraft hangar after hours to study them unhindered. He missed his own airship, and Archadian ships in general, and that restless itch to get back into the sky again had him wanting to learn how to fly these ugly beasts, even if they weren't what he was used to.

However, as his bad luck would have it, there was already someone in the hangar when he arrived. He was about to turn and leave when he heard a name he never expected to hear again... Larsa. And then Archadia. His fists clenched tight, his brow furrowed, and he turned back in the direction of the woman, walking with stern purpose right up to her.

Larsa turned to see Gabranth marching his way and looked back and forth a few times between him and the woman. "Please don't judge him too harshly!" Larsa almost pleaded with her. "He's a good man."

"Where did you hear that name?" Noah asked the woman, trying to mask the pain and shock with cold anger. "Larsa... Where did you hear it?!" he pressed.

"He can't see or hear me... not in the way that you can," Larsa sadly informed the woman. "Believe me, I've tried to make myself obvious to him."

Noah couldn't see or hear Larsa, indeed, but the hairs on the back of his neck did stand on end. He was sensing something, even if he didn't know what it was. That was the extent of his ability to see ghosts, however, unless they were Mistborn, in which case the orange glow of the Mist would reveal their outline. This was not the case with Larsa, however. He was not a Mistborn ghost, just the soul of someone who had passed, and that meant that the Mist inside Noah could only do so much for him with regard to sensing him.

[thenexusofsouls]

"I tried calling, actually. And you never picked up."

((@museannex, from Maya to Tony! Maybe about Carter in the hansen au?))

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"Well maybe if you had led off with 'hey you have a kid' in a voicemail or something, I might not have assumed you were just pissed off at me for not calling you back years ago..." Tony said darkly. This was bad. Really bad. The kind of bad that could ruin a life. Not in the reputation or monetary sense, but in the heartbreaking sense.

"Obviously I would not have ignored your calls if I knew they were about this." He wasn't placing blame on her, exactly. Entirely. Okay maybe he was. But only because he couldn't quite put it on himself just yet. That would come later tonight while he was lying in bed, unable to sleep, pondering how he could have been this much of an asshole.

"So... can I see her...?" he asked. The answer better be yes, he thought desperately, even as panic already began to rise deep within him at the idea of her not wanting their child to have any contact with him.

[thenexusofsouls]

"What the hell-- Did you fly this thing into a tree?!"

((@museannex from Lore, for either Tony or Natasha!))

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Tony tried to be serious about this. He did. For all of two seconds. "No. No, I did not. I flew it into many trees," he said, as if that were a perfectly normal thing to say. "It was only the tops of them, as I... you know... kindof..." He made a downward motion with his hand held flat, whistling and illustrating how he'd caused the jet to basically nose dive into a forest. "In my defense, I had a lot going on at the time. But that's all okay, because-" He pointed at her emphatically. "-they tell me you're the best. So... you can fix this, right? More importantly, you can make this go away so that I don't get yet another awkward attachment to my already absurdly long personnel file?"

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[mcmorare]

@museannex sent: Maya paused what she was doing when she heard a knock on the door, and closed her eyes. Giving a small shake of her head as she muttered to herself under her breath. She loved her daughter dearly, but sometimes Carter's forgetfulness drove her crazy. She quickly dried her hands on the dish towel and headed out of the kitchen and to the front door - sighing at another knock. "Songbird, I told you, keep your house key with your car keys," she called as she reached the door. "And what happened to your--" She stopped as she opened the door, and raised an eyebrow. Surprised to see that… the person standing there was not at all her daughter. But… that made sense, as Carter told her she had gotten tied up at the diner covering someone else's shift. And while she hadn't actually met the young woman standing on the porch, Maya did recognize her. "Carter's going to be another hour or two until she gets back." Maya's expression seemed to soften, and she stepped to the side and gestured for her to enter. She had been wanting to meet her daughter's girlfriend for a while now, although… she doubted Carter had this in mind. "Katrina, is it? You can wait here for her if you'd like."

On second thought, Katrina probably should have checked to see if Carter texted her before walking up to the door. Sometimes people at her work tended to shift times unexpectedly, and of course, Carter being who she was, always tried to cover for them. Sometimes it was a surprise, but Katrina could never get too mad at her for trying to help. Besides, she usually texted. But hindsight wasn’t going to do Katrina any good now. 

Now, Katrina was standing on the doorstep in front of Carter’s mom. She had never met a significant other’s parents before - well, technically she had, but that had been when she was a teenager and everyone in town knew everyone anyways, so it wasn’t really a first meeting type of thing. She had never really had parents to meet. And now she was meeting a parent. By surprise. Fun. 

“Oh, ah, yeah. Sure.” Katrina smiled and stepped in, hoping she hadn’t looked too anxious in that initial split-second of shock. “Thanks.”

Standing around awkwardly, unsure of whether to sit down or go somewhere or what to do, Katrina shifted on her feet. “I’m guessing someone called in sick at her work?” she asked, hoping the small talk wouldn't be too bad.