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number_five) wrote2020-12-23 09:50 pm
number_five) wrote2020-12-23 09:50 pm
December 25, 2020
When Five had first arrived in Darrow, he'd been convinced that he was going to be stuck there alone. After all, he'd spent 45 years on his own, and it just seemed par for the course.
But then Klaus had shown up, and suddenly he had family again. Sure, it was Klaus, but despite his brother's many eccentricities, Five cares for him, and it's been good having a chance to catch up. There hadn't been a lot of time for that, scrambling to prevent one apocalypse after another.
And though Five has been floundering, trying to figure out what the hell happens to him next and what he's supposed to be doing with his life now, things have been okay. Even if he'd become convinced that it'd just be the two of them. This isn't a result of Five trying to time travel, this is something sending them all hurtling across dimensions; maybe the rest of them show up, but odds are, they don't.
Five had been trying to make his peace with it.
That is, until seventeen days ago, when Five found his sister in the street, asking if they'd managed to make it home. And five days ago, when his other sister had knocked on the door in the middle of the night.
Suddenly, there are four of them.
They're all in Darrow, but somehow, it feels like they're still scattered.
Truthfully, Five has had the idea for a while, but it's after Allison shows up that he really decides to put it into action. He's only gotten a peek at Darrow's underworld before now, heard whispers at some of the less reputable establishments he sometimes finds a way into. But it doesn't take long before he finds an in, and gets himself hired-- anonymously, of course-- taking out high value targets from rival gangs.
It's like Commission work, but easier. He takes on a job, gets the money, comes home late and hopes Klaus doesn't notice the blood on his collar.
He's not supposed to be doing this anymore, he doesn't enjoy it, it started to turn his stomach after he took the Handler's deal. But he needs a lot of money, he needs it fast, and... well, this is what he knows how to do. He's good at it; the Commission made sure of that.
So it doesn't take him long at all before he has enough money to put a down payment on a small building on the corner of Crescent and Gerard. Three floors, a basement, a decent amount of space, even if the rest of their siblings do eventually turn up.
The invitation might be a bit much, he knows, but his siblings do turn up at the right time. Five is standing out front, his hands in his pockets.
"This has been a shitty few months... few years, depending on your perspective," Five says, "I figured it was time for a change."
He pauses, looking back at the building, then back at his brother and sisters.
"It's ours, and you're welcome to stay here if you want, but don't feel obligated. And it's not the Umbrella Academy, but maybe it can be something else."
Everything still feels scatted, but maybe this will help. Maybe the pieces will finally start to come together again, after 45 years.
[Tag in, tag each other, tag Five]
But then Klaus had shown up, and suddenly he had family again. Sure, it was Klaus, but despite his brother's many eccentricities, Five cares for him, and it's been good having a chance to catch up. There hadn't been a lot of time for that, scrambling to prevent one apocalypse after another.
And though Five has been floundering, trying to figure out what the hell happens to him next and what he's supposed to be doing with his life now, things have been okay. Even if he'd become convinced that it'd just be the two of them. This isn't a result of Five trying to time travel, this is something sending them all hurtling across dimensions; maybe the rest of them show up, but odds are, they don't.
Five had been trying to make his peace with it.
That is, until seventeen days ago, when Five found his sister in the street, asking if they'd managed to make it home. And five days ago, when his other sister had knocked on the door in the middle of the night.
Suddenly, there are four of them.
They're all in Darrow, but somehow, it feels like they're still scattered.
Truthfully, Five has had the idea for a while, but it's after Allison shows up that he really decides to put it into action. He's only gotten a peek at Darrow's underworld before now, heard whispers at some of the less reputable establishments he sometimes finds a way into. But it doesn't take long before he finds an in, and gets himself hired-- anonymously, of course-- taking out high value targets from rival gangs.
It's like Commission work, but easier. He takes on a job, gets the money, comes home late and hopes Klaus doesn't notice the blood on his collar.
He's not supposed to be doing this anymore, he doesn't enjoy it, it started to turn his stomach after he took the Handler's deal. But he needs a lot of money, he needs it fast, and... well, this is what he knows how to do. He's good at it; the Commission made sure of that.
So it doesn't take him long at all before he has enough money to put a down payment on a small building on the corner of Crescent and Gerard. Three floors, a basement, a decent amount of space, even if the rest of their siblings do eventually turn up.
The invitation might be a bit much, he knows, but his siblings do turn up at the right time. Five is standing out front, his hands in his pockets.
"This has been a shitty few months... few years, depending on your perspective," Five says, "I figured it was time for a change."
He pauses, looking back at the building, then back at his brother and sisters.
"It's ours, and you're welcome to stay here if you want, but don't feel obligated. And it's not the Umbrella Academy, but maybe it can be something else."
Everything still feels scatted, but maybe this will help. Maybe the pieces will finally start to come together again, after 45 years.
[Tag in, tag each other, tag Five]
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She smiles gently at Vanya, unsure she can even understand where her sister is coming from or what she's dealing with, but the least she can do is sympathize and help. Anything, to give Vanya the support she needs when Allison had never done so before. She has a lifetime to make up for.
"I can't even imagine," she admits, "what it's like. But we'll help you however we can. Who knows, maybe even someone else in this weird little city can. Klaus is dating a Jedi, anything is possible."
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God, she wishes the rest of their brothers could be here.
"Is it possible you'll help me decorate my room?" Vanya posits, lifting her shoulders a bit with a sweet little smile. "You saw my apartment. I need help."
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"Yes," Allison says with barely concealed joy and relief. "I'll help, absolutely. I'm sure Five can bankroll us for some decorating."
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"I think we should look into other financing options," Vanya murmurs, unable to keep herself from grinning. "Or aim really low." That reminds her, though: "I saw a little second-hand store not far from here. Maybe we can check it out. You could tell me whether I look better with cool tones or warm tones or... if that's all just bullshit."