The Umbrella Academy - IC
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				Title: <strong>The Umbrella Academy - IC </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>21-05-2022, 17:42:39</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Umbrella Academy - IC </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>21-05-2022, 18:00:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0f/43/5b/0f435bc7dff288fa2f733123c272384a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Konstance Hargreeves, Number One<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Umbrella Acadmy building, Reginald's Office<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content:</strong> Konstance helps herself to Reginald's notes &amp; files<br><hr><hr><br><div align="center">'<em>Breaking News....renowned eccentric billionaire and adventurer, Sir Reginald Hargreeves, dead.</em>'</div><br>The news had broken so quickly the media seemed to know before anybody, it had trickled through to interested parties before and before long it was on every new station. Of course it was. Reginald hadn't just been a member of the upper financial elite of the world. He was the man who had given the world 'the Umbrella Academy.' The worlds first, superheroes? In absence of a better way to describe them that's what they had been. The newborns he had adopted and raised to save the world from some tremendous evil he seemed to have a forewarning about but never really felt the need to share the particular details on.&nbsp; He had never been one for letting people in on his inner thinking. <br><br>Konstance didn't know if he was the first to find out. It wasn't impossible. The CIA, if nothing else, had the 'intelligence' thing nailed down and so she had been informed. The details of the autopsy had been sent on as soon as it was available. Everything about it had been underwhelming but perhaps that was for the best. In the end the old man didn't get some dramatic moment to prove he had been right all along. Nothing to vindicate him. He had quietly slipped away while nobody was watching. <br><br>Number One may couldn't say for certain if she was the first to get the news but she had certainly been the first to arrive at the house. She had made a beeline of 'fathers' office. All those evenings spent writing those extensive notes. Observations on the her siblings? Inner thoughts and perhaps what passed for his prayers. Whatever they had been they were being laid bare to her now, neatly perched at his desk like she had owned it the young woman scanned through the absolute wealth of writing he had left behind. If Mother or Pogo disapproved of her being so quick to let herself in on what had been his most private sanctuary neither made any form of open protest. Perhaps they hoped on of the other children would arrive and speak up, or maybe they didn't care. Reginald was dead and gone. He could no longer object to the contents of his notes being made known to her. At this point did it even matter?&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Umbrella Academy - IC </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>23-05-2022, 20:37:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.turkuaz.global/media/zoo/images/canyaman_0da6cf7afeebb2bb9ccdabe66a74e764.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Noah Hargreeves <br><strong>Location:</strong> Sexy Sixes To The Umbrella Academy kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content:</strong> Burning the pudding and comfort baking<br><hr><hr><br><em>'Breaking News....renowned eccentric billionaire and adventurer, Sir Reginald Hargreeves, dead.'</em><br><br>Had it not been for the profound silence that filled the small kitchen of the restaurant that the former Umbrella Academy Child known as Number Six&nbsp; owned and worked in. Then perhaps he would not have heard the news at all. After all it was rush hour at the restaurant and it was a popular place for tourists who hoped to catch a glimpse of the former superhero bit also because he was a prestigious cook. So rush hour involved very little in the way of silence, infact it was the opposite. Pots clattering, microwaves, kettles and various other electronic devices in full use. The head chef shouting out to various stations what needed to be prepared.<br><br>Noah was the dessert chef and left the running of the kitchen to others but outside the kitchen doors he was the owner of the popular place and proudly displayed his Umbrella tattoo while he worked, so when the picture of Sir Reginald popped up one of the waitresses gasped her whole body rooting to the spot as the news reporter began. The shock of the waitress caught the attention of the washing up boy, who then caught the attention of the starter chef and so this rattled on until an obvious Noah looked up.<br><br>On the table before him a completed lemon meringue pie that just needed a little browning on the edges of the meringue to be perfect. In his hand a small blow torch designed just for such a purpose its yellow orange flame licking unnoticed against the side of the pie as Noah's eyes settled on the end of the report. The smell of smoke snapped him from his stupor and he tossed the ruined cake away.<br><br>"Chef, I'll be leaving for the day. Can you take over here?" He asked not waiting for an answer he walked as calmly from the kitchen as he could to the staff car park and climbed in his car before tearing off down the road. A quick stop at a local supermarket for the basic ingredients and not soon after he was flinging the doors open on his old home.<br><br>Noah didn't shout a greeting instead he made his way to his own personal Haven. The kitchen. A radio was turned on a and a great ruckus&nbsp; of noise ensued as draws were opened and utensils retrieved. Absolutely every item was exactly where he had left it and he began immediately whipping up a batch of cookies. If his siblings weren't here already they would soon arrive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Umbrella Academy - IC </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>23-05-2022, 21:15:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/cc/75/e1/cc75e156f0a78109aa4792c80f08b2d9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nina (currently Petunia) Hargreeves<br><strong>Location:</strong>Asylum, the Hergreeves home front door living room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Wearing, jeans, sneakers, a light jacket and shirt. Her purple hair flowing freely yet elegantly down around her shoulders<br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>'Breaking News....renowned eccentric billionaire and adventurer, Sir Reginald Hargreeves, dead.</em></div><br>Nina or at this point Petunia looked at the front door of the mansion she once called home. Her vibrant and knowing eyes glanced over the front gate and sighed. Inside would be a world she'd thought left behind. Though this would be different, wouldn't it? Their father was dead, so his experiments were over. Still Nina had been too afraid to face the reality of going back to her home. But her alters didn't give her much of a choice. The moment that Raven heard dear dad was dead she went into a rage. Though Nina couldn't fathom why, in fact all her altars were in a tizzy. The only one that seemed to keep itself pulled together was Petunia, one of her protectors. A strong alter that seemed to have her shit together, at least somewhat. <br><br>Inside of her mind Nina had stepped back and allowed the more calm alter step into the light. It was a smooth transition, but still an odd sensation as Nina could still sense and see what was going on around her at the moment. Petunia only blocked her from seeing the worst of things, in fact most of her alters did even if they weren't protectors. It left such huge gaps in her memory, especially when an altar refused to release its hold on her. There were times she'd spent weeks as someone else, and others where she switched several times a day. There was no controlling or predicting her switches, she was simply along for the ride most days. <br><br>And today was not unlike that, as Nina and Petunia looked around them for a moment before placing both hands on the gate and stepping forward. The iron bars screeched as she pushed at them and stepped through. Slow easy steps carried her up the front steps and to the front door, which was thankfully unlocked. So she pushed the large wooden door open and stepped into the grand front room. Her eyes slowly took it in as she stepped in and closed the door behind her. "Hello?" an elegant and gentle voice called out around her. But she paused then and tilted her head as her hair started to shift to the golden hue of Raven's. "No...it's my turn." Petunia spoke up but her head jerked to the side, "Fuck that noise, you'll take forever to get this shit done." Raven spoke up as her head slowly turned to the other side and she sighed, "We can't rush this, Nina...well Nina needs time." Petunia, being one of the few alters that could speak with the others, struggled to hold Raven's anger at bay. But after a few moments her hair returned to purple and things seemed to settle. "Good...very good," Petunia spoke before stepping over toward the living room as she started to look around for anyone that might be home.<br>
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