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"Dammit." Alexius pulled back his finger, which now bled a red trickle. A sigh escaped him as he cleaned the wound and applied yet another bandage. Not for the first time today, Alexius cursed himself. He was Tenno, trained in the art of war, capable of wielding any weapon... yet he had succeeded in cutting himself not once, but several times in the past hour or two. Granted, he was never as dexterous as his brethren, but cutting sushi should not have been this hard. Thankfully, he was almost done.

The Orbiter was equipped with a modest kitchen, one of several facilities installed after waking from the Second Dream to attend to the bodily needs of the Tenno. The Orbiter's systems usually made a nourishing, if flavorless meal that covered the necessities and consumed minimal resources, but more complicated fare required personal input. Alexius opted for the former on most days, but today was a special occasion, and he wasn't making the meal for his own sake. He looked at the time. The concept of night and day weren't truly applicable in space, but there were hours that someone ought to be sleeping; it was early in the "morning", so to speak. Vian was probably still in bed... at least, Alexius hoped he was. He had to untangle himself from Vian earlier to rise and prepare his surprise, but the other Tenno had showed no signs of stirring during then. He seemed drained from last night... not that Alex blamed him. In fact, he was still tired himself, which would explain all the cuts.

With a few final touches, the tray was complete—a healthy selection of rolls, complete with ginger, wasabi, and a bowl of soy sauce. Upon final inspection, he hoped Vian wouldn't notice the shoddiness of the wraps. He never tried making sushi before, and watching a few tutorial videos only helped so much. Remembering the chopsticks, Alexius started making his way to the bedroom.

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Alexius was a firm believer that a healthy mind required a healthy body. Since the Tenno's primary means of interacting with the world was through their Warframes, it was easy to forget that they still had bodies of their own that now, outside of stasis, required care. And Alexius felt the need to remind everyone of that. He extended an invitation to the rest of the Tenno, to come and spar with him at the dojo. The request would've been unremarkable, if not for the stipulation to come without a Warframe. So far, only a handful of Tenno had agreed to his challenge. He didn't blame them. He knew most of the Tenno felt uncomfortable, or more accurately vulnerable, inside their own skin at this point, and he couldn't blame them; he felt indestructible as Rhino. But who would turn him down? Alexius could count them on his fingers.

He received that a few more Tenno agreed to train with him today, so he kneeled and waited, his eyes shut in mediation and his ears open for the next opponent that stepped through the door.

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Oberon had seen countless seasons pass, yet he couldn't recall having ever been so cold in his life. Snow crunched underneath his hooves with every step, and the biting wind penetrated his clothes and seeped further into his bones with every passing. Whenever he looked upward to catch a glimpse of the pale sun, the imposing silhouette of the mountains was all he could see. The cold wood that he now traversed through was a far cry from the sylvan forests of home. He was a creature of spring and summer, wholly unused to the hardships of this land, but he had a purpose. Love often did drive one to extremes.

His beloved Queen, his Titania, disappeared years ago. Both King and Queen of the Fae were as fickle and capricious as their subjects, and prone to wanderlust—they went wherever their fancy carried them, roving the kingdom and gracing their subjects with their presence; throwing extravagant feasts and resuming conversations with friends that started seasons ago as if they had never stopped at all. It wasn't uncommon for King and Queen to spend weeks or even months apart from each other, such was the vastness of their kingdom, yet they always reunited, their love undiminished by time or separation. At first, he thought Titania was merely diverted, engrossed by a new interest... but Titania did not come. A fearful Oberon sent agents to every corner of the sylvan realm, yet the last fae to see Titania claimed nothing was unusual when she left their hospitality. Titania had simply vanished without a trace. Grief consumed Oberon, but he held out hope that she would return; a hope that faded with the passing of seasons, and was supplanted by desperation. So Oberon set out, leaving the familiar trees and groves of his homeland in search for Titania. The kingdom would survive his absence, but he wouldn't without Titania. With no trail to follow and no clue to Titania's whereabouts, Oberon wandered without direction, scouring the land for any hint of his Queen's presence. His journey had led him to here. He just needed to cross these mountains to the other side… if he didn't freeze to death first.

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kyanite: an anger headcanon

Alexius is usually a man of good temper, to the point that a few Tenno find it hard to imagine him angry at all. Beneath the pleasant demeanor, however, there’s a man that’s fiercely protective of his friends and loathes injustice. He wants to be a nice guy, but do not mistaken his kindness for weakness.

There are a few times that Alexius’ rage manifested clearly:

During the Zariman’s time adrift in the Void, when the children started banding together to survive, Alexius was assigned guard duty over the ship’s limited supplies. He’d try to convince any rogue kids, attempting to steal provisions for themselves, to work with the others—but if they came back with the attention of stealing again, he’d kick their sorry asses. He wouldn’t allow the self-interest and trepidation of a few doom the lives of many others.

After the children’s harrowing experience aboard the Zariman, Alexius didn’t expect the treatment they would receive at the hands of the Orokin. He understood the need for quarantine and examination, but he was outraged when the scientists started treating them as lab rats, carting off kids, kicking and screaming, for “extensive testing”. The Orokin dared to divide and isolate them, after all they had been through? He couldn’t bear it. He tried to stop the guards, and as his anger flared, lashed out at them, requiring him to be restrained and incapacitated. He needed to protect his new family, and he fought to keep them safe.

Alexius came to respect and even admire Margulis for treating the Zariman survivors like actual human beings, children nonetheless, who survived a traumatic event. So when Margulis was executed for defying the wishes of the Seven, all the while the Tenno could do nothing within the Second Dream that she had placed them in, he was pissed. He was all for slaughtering the Orokin Elite at the end of the war.

And boy, let me tell you, Alexius was not a happy camper about the predicament presented with the Gradivus Dilemma, in which the Tenno had to choose between saving innocent civilians and saving a cache of Tenno in cryo-sleep. He chose family, but it was not a pleasant time.

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