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mabelkind.

xkresnik liked this for a starter.

          “Eatable glitter exists and               I approve of the idea! “

         "--I think you've had enough..."

        "...And is that stuff even safe to eat...?"

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makoujin.

and in vain it was. for try as the knight may to  find something, anything, recognizable about the name provided —— he’d end up with little more than the confusion it had brought him to begin with. he furrows his brow, at first, but then offers him a half-polite, half-concerned smile.

  ❝  as i’d feared; i wasn’t mistaken when   i’d heard you the first time. trigleph ———   as much as it troubles me to say it, i can’t   claim to have ever heard of it before. ❞

what to do, then? the man was clearly in need of assistance; flynn couldn’t very well leave it at that.

  ❝  perhaps a map might prove useful?   if nothing else, we could try to locate it. ❞

Ludger allowed himself a sigh--a slender hand resting on the crook of his neck as a feeble response to the other's smile. To say he had expected something different would be a lie; as the man had his expectations pretty low, after three failed attempts at getting any information in regards to his native city.

               ( "...if nothing else, we could try to locate it." )

                       ▸ ( Accept. )                        ▸ ( Decline. )

Well, he was glad that wasn't his main focus--despite being stranded in some foreign land, his only goal was to find and destroy the divergence catalyst; not to satisfy nostalgic curiosity that lay within the metropolis.

              "---No, it's okay,                        I'm sure we wouldn't find it anyways."

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                   It was one year following the conclusion of Origin's Trial, and the man once tasked with making the choice between the salvation of a young girl or the world, had adapted the position of Chief Executive Officer of a corporation once invested solely in the completion of humanity's trial.

In the absence of a new direction, Ludger had turned to a past companion ( namely, Rowen. ) for aid in his new position--and now, the Spirius Corporation worked alongside the country's government to create peaceful business relations between Rieze Maxia and his native Elympios.

Wrapped up far too often in the twists and turns that came with the position, the man seldom found time to keep up personal relations with former travelling buddies--sure, he'd spoken with most on some occasion, there was rarely any deviation from strictly business conversation.

On this particular day, Ludger stared at an empty desk, the amber hues of sunset bathing the office in an orange glow. A newly-pregnant Rollo lay across the president's shoes, the soft vibrations of feline contentment washing a wave of nostalgia over him. Allowing his eyes to flutter shut, Ludger leaned back in his leather chair--only to be interrupted by the 'click' of lavish doors.

           "President Kresnik, there's someone here to see you."

Vera's by-now familiar voice broke the silence that had befallen the room, causing the man to straighten his posture quickly, his hands resting over the hard plastic of his armrests. She'd kill him if she found out he was slacking.

                      "--At this hour? Did they leave a name?"

            "He simply said Alvin, sir. He's waiting outside--I'll send               him in right away."

                     "--Wa-Wait, Vera--!!"

By that time, Vera had already made herself scarce--Ludger was certain she had at least a vague idea of who Alvin was, which would explain the lack of any further information. Shaking his head, Ludger allowed a small sigh to escape his lips. It's not like he was upset to be getting a visit from the businessman... but, why now?

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keyofkresnik.

Ludger was warmth and safety, the hand that cupped her cheek full of gentle love and acceptance. He was family, and maybe he wasn’t her Daddy but but he filled the hole that her father had left. Caretaker, protector, provider. With his return her whole world was given back to her.

She continued to cling onto him as he rose, first halfway with fingers brushing the pocketwatch she kept tightly fastened around her neck. (It doesn’t matter which one of us carries it, because we’re a team now!) And up he stood, her grip remaining latched on the fabric of his pants as if afraid he’d suddenly break away from her.

She followed his gaze to the apartment, the place that had been home, then simply an empty house with Ludger’s absence but now surely must be home once more. She reached up to take his offered hand, automatically beginning to tug them towards the Freres apartment.

"Everyone’s sleeping, but I’m sure they won’t mind waking up if it’s you!" Not all of their friends were here of course, the apartment being too small, but between the couch, floor and Ludger’s bed -Glasses Guy’s room was still locked and no one could get it open- three of them made due.

Fingers gripped the smaller's with a protective strength once thought to be lost in a whirlwind of vices and doubted virtues--clammy with the essence of a shared fear: that the other would vanish, and Ludger would be thrown back into a dimension in which he followed a tainted path, one without so much as a fork in the road.

He was grateful for the autumnal breeze that blew through the concrete metropolis--serving not only as a device for concealing evidence of his damnation, but as a means for confirming that this was, in fact, reality. ( Albeit a fractured version. )

               ( "Everyone's sleeping, but I'm sure they won't mind waking                    up if it's you!" )

                       ▸ ”—Let's let them sleep; I'm sure they need their rest.”                        ▸ "Alright, if you say so…”

Letting a nearly inaudible chuckle escape from his lips, Ludger surrendered himself to Elle's tugs, taking clumsy steps in order to keep up with the girl's uneven strides. A smile ghosted over his features, but it never fully materialized itself--as an unoccupied hand balled into a tight fist, the one that had previously held a golden timepiece, once thought to be familiar.

He'd should have known, that the catalyst would be one of some importance to him; it never crossed his mind that it would be the very artifact that granted the power of the chromatus. The watch dangling from the girl's neck bore a normalcy he'd never known. It looked the same, but yet, it remained dormant at his touch.

               ( Perhaps it will only react to the Ludger of this dimension... )

Gritting his teeth, the white-haired male pushed the thought to the back of his head, his touch ghosting over a rusted counterpart that resided in his back pocket.

                      "...Speaking of, Elle, what are you doing up so late?"

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Puppy!Alvin is busy batting around Ludger's pocket watch, barking at it every time he nudged it across the carpet floor. (have a puppy)

The agent had awoken to the sound of… barking that morning, and currently, he gazed upon a… dog, in his apartment, playing with a gilded timepiece. He’d grown somewhat used to felines being around, but this…. this was new.

However, it didn’t take long for the male to place the name on the canine—with the coloration of the animal and the way it carried itself, ( placing entirely too much effort in appearing young ) there wasn’t an ounce of doubt in the male’s mind.

                ”Alvin, give it here.”

His voice was steely as he reprimanded the animal—he didn’t particularly appreciate it when anyone messed with the watch… and he’d always been more of a cat person.

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mutualproof.

Julius was starting to think that Ludger was going to remain entirely silent on the topic, and could only offer a supportive hand as they made their way home through the bustling city. He glanced down as he felt the other’s grip tightened, and saw the lock of silver hair held nervously between fingertips.

Ah, and there’s the reason. It was true that the half-brothers didn’t share much resemblance; despite having the same father and mothers who are siblings, variation was just too great in the game of genetics.

"Hey now, that’s not true." Julius stopped, pulling Ludger aside to get them off the middle of the road and knelt down in front of his little brother. He cupped the other’s cheeks and wiped away the tears with one finger.

"Look at me, right now, and tell me what you see," he instructed gently, holding the other’s face before his, drawing attention to his eyes. Maybe they weren’t as brilliant a green as the younger’s, and they lacked the golden halo, but hopefully Ludger would see past that.

       "...?"

Ludger reluctantly allowed his hands to drop to his sides, as the elder relinquished his hold of the small hand in favor of wiping the child's tear-strained face. As his vision slowly cleared, the boy tried to focus on his brother's face--though at first, he failed to see any similarities.

With golden hair and a tanner complexion, paired with a certain air of intelligence, sometimes even Ludger thought their features simply varied too greatly for the pair to be easily identifiable as siblings.

                  ( "Look at me, right now, and tell me what you see." )

                       ▸ "--I-I don't understand...?"                        ▸ "--Tch, nothing worth mentioning..."

The younger's voice trailed off as his gaze flickered about Julius' face, still unsure of what he intended to bring forth. A growing anxiety forming in the pit of his stomach--whatever it was, Ludger was missing something. And with a patient, yet expectant gaze, Julius seemed to think he knew.

Just about ready to surrender to his confusion, Ludger allowed himself one last glance towards his brother--and it was then, two gazes met. The eyes of the child widened, as a crimson blush overcame his face.

                                       It was that simple, huh?

In one fluid motion, the child broke away from the tender grip of his brother, slender arms wrapping around his neck in a loving embrace. Sobs were muted by a white coat--he just couldn't stop crying today, could he?

                        "...I'm... sorry, I'm so-sorry...!!"

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mediic.

          the watch, though  nowhere to be seen, came to mind effortlessly, its 

            image practically engraved in his mind’s eye from having seen it used             previously quite a few times. a mysterious object that held power without             explanation or reason —— capable of so much but shrouded in a thick cloud             of mystery. he was curious about it ; who wouldn’t be ? he would love to learn             more about it, if only to satisfy his own curiosity, but it was also something very             personal to ludger and that was enough to keep him quiet about it. so the query             came as a surprise, but the response was immediate. it could’ve been anything             else and jude would’ve said yes. ludger was a friend and that was enough.

            a nod was given with no hesitation, offering assurance through both that small             action and the certainty with which he spoke. he’d never really stopped to think             twice about helping someone out, especially someone he considered a friend.             diving headfirst into trouble because of another person seemed to be a common             recurrence.

                               ‘ of course. it’s the least i can do. ‘

            he paused just to balance back the pile of papers in his arms and turned             sideways to keep eye contact with his companion. a thoughtful expression took             over, the gears inside his head already tuning to the problem at hand ; the lack             of information was the real issue, but how could they obtain more about it ?             asking around seemed like a good place to start, but that would only bear fruition             if they found the right people to ask. someone had to know something ——             perhaps there were also written records of it, though that seemed far-fetched.

                               ‘ i take it you have an idea of where to start ?                                  —— unless you have no idea .. then we’ll think                                  of something. i, uh, just need to drop off these                                  papers. you’re not in a hurry, are you? ‘

             "--...!!"

Ludger's eyes widened, honestly taken aback by the inquiry.��He probably should have had some idea in regards to a starting point--however, the overwhelming majority of his experience with the enigmatic timepiece had been in combat situations. A fear of the watch's power ( as well as generally just being preoccupied by more pressing matters, ) had prevented the white-haired male from pursuing further knowledge.

Even if he had chosen to seek understanding months ago, when things had just returned to a relative normalcy, his efforts would be as fruitless then as they were now.

With all others harnessing the power of the mysterious timepiece deceased, Ludger was at a loss--he'd spent much of his time using his power as CEO to search through past records of the Kresnik clan; however, all occupied with the trial, none had even thought to analyze the pocket watch. Hints and futile plans of action for retrieving Waymarkers was all that there was to find.

Shaking his head, Ludger averted his eyes to the ground--he'd followed every lead he could find; and if he were to be completely honest, approaching the spyrite researcher was something of a last resort.

Raising his gaze once again to met the amber counterparts of the scientist, Ludger offered a small smile--this endeavor could very well lead them into a dead end, but the male couldn't be more grateful for his friend's willingness to try. Reaching out to take half of the monstrosity of paper, Ludger tilted his head to the side.                 ( "...you're not in a hurry, are you?" )

                       ▸ "...Not at all, don't worry about it. Lead the way!"                        ▸ "Yeah, I have to be back to Trigleph by noon. So                             let's make this as quick as possible, alright?"

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A child stared absently into the emerald hues of a mother--he couldn't be no older than five, with slender arms draped at his side loosely, as he made his best attempt at listening to the rushed syllables that flowed so desperately from her lips. Tousled white hair fell onto his face as he lowered his gaze to meet the gaze of the other, light eyebrows of the same hue furrowing together anxiously.

Rain fell relentlessly on dirtied window panes, as thunder seemed to boom off of the straight buildings of Trigelph, each of which seemed to rise to nearly unfathomable heights--the boy often spent free moments simply gazing up at the architecture, wondering what it would be like to see the world from that height, rather than a small apartment on the ground floor.

Nevertheless, the boy was never ungrateful; while their possessions were modest, the warm smile and embrace of a caring mother light up his entire world. The youth seemed to harness a particular affinity for cooking, whether that be for a mother, or animals on the street. Usually, it was embraced--simple dishes made by a childish hand served alongside more complex ones at a dinner table.

And this, perhaps, was the root of the boy's anxiety, gripping a dull knife in small fingers, Ludger glanced nervously to newly-cut vegetables that lay forcefully abandoned on a slate counter top, before flicking his attention back to the emotion-laden gaze of his mother. Her face contorted with despair, but to the child, her lips moved in a vacuum of sound--whether he had simply not heard or didn't process the words was a mystery, but a deep anguish washed over the young one nevertheless, tears welling up in usually thoughtful, yet stoic eyes.

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Have you ever been tempted to stay in a fracture dimension before?

                     "—…"

fractured dimensions—worlds of lost histories and unobtainable futures. In that way, they had always held an intrigue that no living being could resist; to see what could have been, what can be. But to enter each one was to seal it’s fate; inevitable destruction, carried out by a hellish lance.

If it were all black-and-white, Ludger wouldn’t even bat an eyelash—find the divergence catalyst and return to the prime dimension.

                    — But what in this world was that black and white?

It was his job of course—but even still, his own ( as well as those whom he had grown to cal friends’ ) longing for people, for times long past had borne a growing hesitancy. It was in the moments of quiet as a world faded into nonexistence that Ludger would often contemplate what their reality could have been, not just within the dimension, but with each choice he’d made.                    ( "Have you ever been tempted to stay in a                          fractured dimension before?” )

                                                ( Of course I have. )

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Matters of the Heart

5. Who was your first “best friend”?

        "…Nova, probably.                 She never used to have her homework on the                 day it was due, and she always used to ask me                 for the answers. And every holiday, or if I ever                 missed a day of classes, she’d show up at the                  apartment. I never really understood why she’d                  hang out with me before everyone else in the                  class… No one else really did, at least, not until                 college… maybe that’s why?”

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matters of the heart

42. Have you ever thought about someone in an inappropriate way? Give an example!

       "...O-Of course not!"

         "...I-I mean, once, maybe--but it wasn't anything... worth mentioning...           She liked my brother anyways."

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        "...Huh? Why this all of a sudden?"

Ludger turned his head to the side, lowering the apron he was going to pull over his head, to instead watch with the child with a certain baffled confusion--while Elle asking for help in her hair styling was nothing new, she seldom approached Ludger for anything other than her signature hairstyle. Leia, Millia and Muzet had always been the one's to experiment with looks and all that--as Ludger was completely inept in that particular field.

                       ▸ ( Accept the suggestion. )                        ▸ ( Suggest she go & find the others. )

Shaking his head with a small smile stretching the corners of his lips, Ludger took long strides to stand at the side of the child, placing a slender hand on top of her head, tousling it tenderly as a breathy chuckle escaped his lips.

      "...Alright, what did you have in mind?"

          ❝ … What about changing my hairstyle, today?               I want to tie up my hair differently.. ❞

 Unsure whether little caprice would be accepted & exerted by the elder, cerulean oculi  shifted their presences elsewhere else. Digits resumed fiddling throughout  honey locks cascading down her thin waist sitting down upon a seat.

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Clenching a gilded timepiece within the confines of his pocket, Ludger gazed absently into the faces of the townspeople--despite being significantly slower than those crowds of a spyrix metropolis, there was enough of a flow to keep the scenery changing. Not much caught his attention in the sea of monotony--until, a familiar voice rang out above the low murmur of the pedestrians. 

In this dimension, it seemed, Alvin donned an attire mostly unknown to the male; clean-shaven, he was nearly unrecognizable. Unfolding the arms crossed over a slender chest and kicking himself off of the wall he leaned against, Ludger took a few steps forward, to close the distance between the two.             ( "How long do you plan on staring at me, kid?" )

                       ▸ ( Tell the truth. )                        ▸ ( Flatter him. )

A coy grin spread across his features, as he bent forward slightly, to 'admire' the scarf that was tied securely around his neck.

              "I was just admiring your scarf, I didn't mean to be a bother."

           ” How long do you plan on staring at me, kid? “

                                  He speaks, voicing what little concern he actually held for the                         other. Despite what his decisions may entail, he would proceed with                         tentative caution. If the other had been armed — and dangerous —                         then he would be prepared to engage in a battle; otherwise, he would                         simply use his words to attack.  

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            "Your help would be greatly appreciated,"

              "...Balan just told me to deliever it to you.                Apparently it's just some paperwork for you to do. Just get it done                so I can turn in the job report!"

His was smile almost unassuming, relaying the words with a certain cheeriness that was uncharacteristic for his normal speech patterns.

“Do you need my help?” Jude questioned. “Because that’s….a little larger than the usual job request,” He said, eyeing the folder in bemusement.

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 A hissed exhale accompanied a quick back flip as the other created an expanding distance between the fractured and prime; as whitened knuckles released their grip on the hammer, numbed from the numerous lacerations inflicted on the thin skin. Narrowing his eyes, Ludger attempted to make an offensive move in an uphill battle by swapping the mid-range hammer for dual pistols--a trembling finger on the golden weapons' trigger, firing bullets at the hands of his counterpart; as he reached for gilded timepieces.

His own clock seemed to grow heavier and heavier in his back pocket as time went on--'borrowed' from a child with emerald eyes at the break of dawn, his own intentions were pure, the young one didn't need any more visions of death carved into her memories. Ludger would gladly take any childish scolding that would come as a repercussion to the secret undertaking.

Quickly realizing his bullets did little more than slow the other for a fleeting moment, the agent opted to wield his dual blades  once more, charging directly at his counterpart. A determined  fire illuminated the golden halos that adorned otherwise deep emerald irises--to use the chromatus would mean to aid the hellish transformation of a girl into the divulgence catalyst of a world that no longer existed.

Slashing desperately at his fractured self's wrists, Ludger closed the distance between the two--staring himself in the eye, as their chests rose and fell in tandem.

Ludger cursed as his counterpart managed to break free just long enough to switch weapons, a good reminder to not underestimate alternate versions of himself. Not wanting to risk trying to do the same as he saw the other staying on the defensive, he pressed his earlier advantage looking for chinks in the other’s guard, blade sliding down shaft with every blow to seek flesh.

The other pulled away, a moment’s weakness as his words found their mark. Elle, it was always about her. So what had happened to this Ludger’s partner? Had he lost her? Simply been separated from her? In all the multiverse Ludger had seen, only a handful seemed to contain the kind of happy ending he could only dream of.

And of the ones he had seen, he had destroyed them all.

He didn’t want to keep dragging this out. He pulled back at the same time as his counterpart, suddenly intent on putting some distance between them. Twin blades sheathed as hands reached for a golden pocketwatch along with its borrowed, silver twin.