An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Hamilton - Miranda, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Philip Hamilton (1782-1801)/Frances Laurens, Theodosia Burr Alston/Georges Washington de La Fayette, Angelica Hamilton/Frederich Chopin/Jeanne d'Arc | Joan of Arc
Characters: Angelica Hamilton, Theodosia Burr Alston, Martha Washington Jefferson Randolph, Georges Washington de La Fayette, Jeanne d'Arc | Joan of Arc, Frédéric Chopin, Philip Hamilton
Additional Tags: more characters to add - Freeform, 177(6) verse, Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, almost everyone has powers, How Do I Tag, more pairings to add, Reincarnation, Tony Stark will appear, Just you wait - Freeform
Summary:
Change happens. Something is wrong with us. We can't control anything, even our lives. Apparently, we're a part of a bigger destiny, so fuck the universe.
AKA
Almost everyone has powers and everyone freaks out except for Angie and couple of other people.
AKA
the 177(6) verse and Come of Age are in the MCU verse
AU of Kookooarli's 177(6) verse and DonOsservatore's Come of Age verse
It's been such a long time
I think I should be goin', yeah
And time doesn't wait for me, it keeps on rollin'
A Dark room, the quiet humming of the Magitechnical appliances and machines as they patiently waited for instruction from their operator. The lone, red headed Asura sat quietly at his work station, neglecting the machines as a whole. Tired, silver eyes looking up and away from his project for a moment, towards the opened clamshell of a clockwork pocket watch, ticking away. The clicks and clacks, the ticks and tocks, the only manner by which the Asura seemed aware that time continued to move forward as he lost himself into his work.
How many hours had passed by?
How many sleepness nights had stretched into the crack of dawn?
It mattered little at this point, his project needed to be completed, he had to. It was a matter of principle to the Asura. He's never given up on a project, no matter how many times it failed, no matter how hard or impossible the prospect was, He needed to complete it. He could only wonder why it was so important to him though, as he turned his attention back towards the numerous pieces that were scattered about his work table before him. Little pieces that had almost no purpose on their own, but when connected to others of their kind, or to pieces that will run a current through them, be it magical and electronic, housed great potential.
Every little piece had been painstakingly crafted, fashioned and shaped by the Asura's dexterous fingers, each one had an important role in his project. At least most of them will, being overzealous in his crafting, he always ended up creating an excess of material and components, they would find purpose in another project someday, perhaps. It was a wonder just one Asura could produce so many individual pieces for such a large scale project. He always made sure to remark that his hobby, Jewelcraft, was the reason why he could handle and work with such small, delicate pieces time and time again, being able to work so diligently was always an added bonus.
So diligently he worked, taking his time to slowly and carefully attatch, secure and examine each component as he put each together in sequence. He needed to make sure everything worked before and after each new piece was added. Between each and every single new piece was added to the device, he pulled up a small untensil like tool into his hand each time. The tool was about the size of a pencil, with a glowing metallic tip, in the center there was a small shard of a magical core set in. The shard glowing as he pressed a button on the side, the tip pressed to the component of the device he had just set in, and each piece previously set before it. Each time, the ether circuits lit up to show that the connection was successful. Any time a piece refused to light up, he took off the most recently added component and examined it, cleaned it, even made fine, minute adjustments to it's design, before putting it together again, and giving it another tap with the resting tool.
This process continued throughout each of the Asura's days and nights, perhaps the word best to describe his working mentality was meticulous, or obsessive, everything had to work perfectly, or it would lead to disaster, at least that was the way he always saw it. Of course he always made sure to find time to eat, even if it was just keeping a small nutrient bar nearby his work station. Sleep did not happen so regularily, of course, He'd work himself to the point of complete exhaustion, which could take days on their own, a 'talent' he built up through years of his extensive working methods. Even if he did pass out, faint or doze off, it was not for very long, a couple hours of work lost at most.
After finally setting the last piece into place on his current device, a quick tap of the testing tool to make sure everything was in order, Twigg stood up from his workstation, wobbling a little at first, from having spent so much time sitting there on his stool. He braced himself with one, gloved hand to keep himself from falling over entirely. He let out a little exhasperated sigh, looking at his work station and the various pieces strewn about it one last time, finally turning away to peel his eyes away from it. Working in the dark is how he always preferred to be, however it caused a great deal of stress to his eyes, even if Asura did technically evolve in a manner that allowed them to require little light. He took a more steady step away from the workstation, swiping a partially eaten nutrient bar and bringing it up to his lips to take another bite from.
A break was necessary, he had finally decided, to allow for a creativity to flow back into that expansive mind of his. A little time allowing the mind to wander, to cool down, to reflect. Speaking of reflect, a quick glint of light caught the Asura's attention, a mirror he kept in his work space due to his vanity. He wandered over towards it, claws passing over a device on another desk nearby the mirror, casting a soft, blue light over the area. He squints, frowning a bit as he had forgotten to give his eyes time to adjust to the light. He made a soft grunt of annoyance and moved his hand to push up his glasses and cover his eyes for a moment. Slowly over the course of a minute or so, he moved his hands away, easing himself back into the light that was produced by the lamp. His gaze slowly turning towards the mirror now that he had a chance to actually see himself.
He wasn't exactly pleased with what he did see.
It was himself, of course, though perhaps a shell of who he once was, as cliche as that was. A hand moves to the wall next to the mirror, using it to brace himself as he leaned in, allowing his glasses to fall back into place as he takes the time to look over his reflection. His hair had clearly grown out, it wasn't as finely kept as he preferred. What once might have been considered a charming bed headed look, was not an unkempt, scraggling mass of hair that fell from the top of his head. The long nights and little exposure to light had taken it's toll on his composure, as well. His once verdent green skin had faded slightly, looking lighter, causing the bags and dark wells of his eyes to stand out a bit more against the lighter hues of the slightly paler green.
A careful hand was used to pass over his features as he examined them individually. Touching along the out and undersides of his eyes, pulling the bottom lids down gently for a moment peer under them. Gently running a claw down his cheeks, then along his chin and jaw. He turned his head some now, passing his fingers along his ears for a moment, while not as vibrant as they once were, lacking the sheen of a well groomed Asura, he still felt that his ears were acceptably eye catching on their own. He gave a slight nod of his head and reached over towards a drawer, sliding it open and pulling out small band of sorts. Following this, he began taking the locks of his hair, pulling everything back and getting it in the band he had pulled out. A couple of twists and resettling of the band, and he had pulled his hair back and up into a topknot of sorts, to keep the red strands from falling into his eyes as he worked.
Satisfied with this, he turned away from the mirror and looked over the desk that the lamp was settled on. He began reaching over to turn the lamp off, when something else caught his eye, several somethings. He paused, looking across the desk for just a moment longer, before stepping around to stand in front of the desk, leaning over it and supporting himself on his hands once more. There on the desk were a series of what had to of been picture frames, carefully aligned to make sure there was room for each. Though the frames were meant for portraits and pictures, the scenes and individuals on each were hardly the pictures of people who were posing to have their images snapped and saved. These looked more as though they were taken directly from the memory of a Golem's eye, something that happened to have the individuals within them.
The first, he found as he grabbed it, looking over what was unfolding on the capture, was that of a merchants stand, it seemed. The merchant in focus appeared to be selling apples excitedly to patrons as they waited in line. There was a faint hint of color in the various captures, enough to give each some definition and features. The merchant appeared to be a Sylvari, with red hair, or fronds as they are called, and green skin or bark. One might have remarked that she seemed to have a fiery appearance to her, without actually catching on flames, though as Twigg recalled, she had a fondness for the fire.
The person on the next capture, not so much. This one took him some effort to find, though why he went through so much trouble for someone who abandoned him, he has no idea. He reached over, running his dull, gloved claw along the features of the hooded figure in the image. There was very little that could be seen of this individual, their hood obscuring everything except for a little smirk that was seen out of the shade, and their ears. The only real defining feature of the hood Asura, was the red scarf they had wrapped about their neck, tucked under the hood. Twigg stared at this image for a long moment, before letting out a sigh, setting it back down, though after a moments hesitation, he turns the frame down, so that the image was trapped between the frame and the surface of the desk it was upon.
Next game an image that drew a little less pain from inside him as he looked over it. He stared at the features of the Asura in this image for a moment as well. She appeared to be standing at a bar counter with a small assortment of other Asura nearby, head turned enough that an eye could be seen, as well as her speaking mask. He could almost hear the sound of her voice as it normally came through the speaking masking that she needed to wear or have nearby if she wished to communicate effectively. Even with the slight metallic tone that was projected from the device, her voice always did bring him a little peace, soothing as it was. His attention then moved away from focusing on the mask alone, the glowing eyes, her red hair. He rubs his cheek in thought for a moment as he looked over the image. He never did get that massage from her that was promised.
His attention then was moved to another Asura, a pattern it seemed to be unfolding at this point. This Asura seemed to be the oldest in all of the pictures he does have lining the desk. This one was by far the hardest Asura to find an image or capture of, due to so many others who wanted something to remember him by. Even then, the image wasn't very clear, and Twigg was slightly upset by the fact that he couldn't find an image of the elderly asura where did not have his face partially obscurred by bandages. Though something was better than nothing, only Twigg needed to remember who this Asura was. Just an Elder who he looked up to for a time.
The next image was that of the Bar once again, however with different Asura gathered there. His eyes passing over a couple of them until he found the one that stood out, the one he knew and actually spent any amount of time with. She was a taller Asura, with black hair and small ears protruding from the dark locks. Her attire appeared to be some sort of robe made of a subdued brown or grey material. She didn't stand out to most, other than her height, but it made it easy enough for Twigg to identify her. She was most like a sister to him, though a bit skittish, he did try his best to help care for her when times were rough. Even if his attempts were often misinterpreted.
The next capture appeared to be that of a small gathering atop the steps leading into a Tavern, just off to the side of the entrance. The gathering was around a small Asura who was strumming upon a loot and appeared to be in the middle of singing a verse to their tune, a peaceful expression upon their face. However her eyes were closed, which caused Twigg to frown a little. He couldn't find any better images, but he did remember her blue eyes quite fondly. Though having gone seperate ways as they had, he didn't quite miss her as much as the others. He simply wished they had been given more time together. It was his fault really, just one argument too many, it seemed.
Moving on from the singing Asura, Twigg found that the next few frames were empty. It was clear he had intended to find a few more images of friends and those he held dear, however it seemed that things were not in his favor. He let out another little sigh, shaking his head and finally stepping away from the desk, not before turning off the lamp that was illuminating the room. Once the light was out, the only source of illumination in the room were the magitechnical machines that gave off a slight, ambient purple glow from various markings and inlay lines were the magical currents were running through them. However a thin stream of light broke through the slight breaks in the shutters that covered his windows, a light red in hue. He steps over towards it for a moment, a hand moving up to press a button nearby that caused the shutters to turn slightly to allow for more natural light to come into the room.
Though Natural was not exactly how one might describe this light once they knew it's source.
Outside his window, Twigg overlooked what looked to be towering obelisks of magitech and technology as a whole. The obelisks were housing and business locations. He could tell as there was some movement in the windows that were spread out across their surfaces. The red light seemed to be coming from each of these various buildings, projecting the vibrant, if almost soul stealing shades of red. The colors of the Inquest. This was the Metrica District.
His home.
This was not the same Tyria that he had spent the last few years in, making friends, enemies, hopefully leaving an impression or two. However he would never really know if he had, as he had left that Tyria, left it to it's own time, to have it's own future. This was not it's Future, he was certain of that. However this was his Present.
How long had it been since he heard any of their voices, he wondered to himself. He can remember what each person he cared for, and some of those he did not, however remembering a voice and hearing it were just nothing alike.
How long would it be before he ever heard any of their voices again? Even he couldn't tell for certain. It could be some day, could be one day. It could very well be never again.
Twigg slowly turned his attention away from the view of his window, pressing the button again to have the shutters turn and close, reducing the light coming through them. He made his way back over towards his work station, tired eyes glancing over everything that was still strewn across the table, everything that was done, everything that still needed to be done. With one last sigh, he slowly eases himself back onto the stool, getting comfortable and scooting the stool up towards the workstation as he scooped up one of his tools, and the first component of the next piece of his project that needed to be completed. He stared at the piece for a moment, before leaning in and begins getting to work upon it, a small tune leaving his form as he began humming to himself, to bring a little more life to the room.
Well I'm takin' my time, I'm just movin' on
You'll forget about me after I've been gone
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: NCIS, Supernatural
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Timothy McGee/Abby Sciuto, Abby Sciuto & Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester
Characters: Abby Sciuto, Timothy McGee, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jethro Gibbs, Jimmy Palmer, Ducky Mallard, Anthony DiNozzo, Ziva David
Summary: You probably think this is going to be your run-of-the-mill, random green-eyed fictional dude is secretly a Winchester. You would be wrong in all accounts if you thought that. This is a different tale.
So you all presumably know of Abigail Sciuto, yes? The black haired, green-eyed goth who's always happy? What if I told you her real name was Millie and she has three brothers? You'd call me mad, right?
Well, that's the story I'm telling. The story of Abby before she was Abby, and why she's all about crosses and pentagrams and tattoos.
