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Klaus Hargreeves ([personal profile] ghostphone) wrote in [community profile] umbrellajackassery2019-03-19 03:56 pm

Young!Klaus Shenanigans


Come one, come all. Get your teen!Klaus shenanigans here. Options in the comments, or start your own adventure! Multi-person threads are great (no post order, just slide in and out at will plz), threadjacking encouraged! Specify in your top-reply to any of mine if you DON'T want people to threadjack though (because sometimes one-to-ones are necessary TOO!)
lucky_no_7: (teenage rebellion)

[personal profile] lucky_no_7 2019-03-19 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Lucy hadn't been with them from the beginning, she'd been dropped off at the house the year they all turned seven with the explanation that her mother -who had declined Reginald's initial offer- had fled the country, and the people she'd been left with couldn't handle her. The children had been young enough that after a few initial bumps, she'd integrated easily enough to be considered a member of the family, such as it was.

While sometimes it was those first couple hours after one of Klaus' training sessions that were the worst, usually it was the night after, and it didn't take her ability in predicting outcomes to know that he wasn't going to want to be alone and likely wasn't going to sleep either.

Which was why, long enough after lights-out that she knew Mom would be recharging and Pogo was likely to be asleep -and even if he wasn't, he was downstairs and wouldn't hear- she slipped out of her own room and across the hall, drumming her fingers lightly against the door before she opened it to slip through, "Klaus? You awake?" A brief pause before adding: "I brought snacks." Mom always made sure that she had a snack ready for them after training, even if the child in question's specific training wasn't entirely physical, and Lucy had pocketed hers that day, as well as the day before, just in case.
lucky_no_7: (happiness)

[personal profile] lucky_no_7 2019-03-20 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
Honestly Lucy mostly considered herself a cousin as well, regardless of the fact that Reginald had officially and legally changed her surname when he'd adopted her, just for uniformity's sake she was fairly sure, but she didn't let it bother her any, she knew she was a Weaver, though honestly given the circumstances, she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to be one of those, either.

Not that it mattered at the moment, because while she was definitely there for his sake, she was also perfectly willing to let them both pretend otherwise, "Or something." She replied, making sure the door was closed behind her before climbing up to sit on the foot of his bed, first handing over the baggie of snacks -wheat crackers with peanut butter and some apple slices- before also slapping down a pair of comic books, "Can you believe it's been two whole months since I've been able to sneak away for a few minutes?" They did, on occasion, have outings to the city, but usually for a sole point and purpose, but of any of them, Lucy was the one most able to slip away from the group and back to the group without being noticed or missed, and while they weren't supposed to have any of the media about them -except for copies of interviews, for posterity's sake- they had all read at least one of the comics at one point or another.

"You remember what sort of peril we were all in last?" She'd looked in a couple of their usual hiding places, but hadn't been able to find the last issue, which usually meant someone still had it, and it had been long enough that she only barely remembered the last cliffhanger.

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thefirething: (Concerned)

oh hi bro

[personal profile] thefirething 2019-03-21 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Charlie doesn't mind being one of those siblings, if it helps one of her best friends out. So what if she wakes up to a bony, lanky individual in her bed? She's not going to complain. Not if it helps. And she's doing this for her benefit as much as his. She's started picking up on her siblings emotions and Klaus' are the worst ones. If she could figure out how to push feelings of comfort and peace into him, she'd do it in a heartbeat. But she can't.

The best she can do?

Wake up carefully and disentangle herself from the octopus arms that is Klaus Hargreeves, make her way to her project chest where all her finished sewing projects go for storage and pull out something with his initials sewn into it.

A quilt. All of their old, ill-fitting uniforms they can't wear anymore. It's not the best looking quilt. IT's clearly something a beginner did and just barely made successfully, and it's going to get carefully wrapped around Klaus before she crawls back into bed under her own blanket and waits.

Is he going to wake up and see it before she drops off? Only time will tell. She'll be awake for another few minutes before zonking out again, but not if he wakes up and catches her awake first.
thefirething: (wary)

She loves her brother ok

[personal profile] thefirething 2019-03-21 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
“I don’t know why you’re thanking me. It’s a terrible quilt.”


Charlie, don’t be a shitheel. This humble thing is not pretty. “But I made it for you. Your initials are in a few squares in your favorite colors.” The look on her face is tired and hopeful. She wants to ask if he likes it, even if it looks like nothing but flaws to her.
obediences: ((young luther) 03)

[personal profile] obediences 2019-04-16 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Many concepts have already been successfully drilled into the teenaged Luther Hargreeves.

Firstly, his siblings -- his teammates -- are his responsibility. If they're not functioning, part of that blame lies on his doorstep. It's his job to keep them in line, to keep them all running like a smoothly-oiled machine with six components spinning in harmony. (The seventh, of course, is neglected.) It's a team leader thing.

It's an older brother thing.

But it's difficult, sometimes, to patch them back together, like gluing the seams on Luther's delicate and carefully-constructed model airplanes. The training schedule is practically drummed into his bones, and it's so easy to tell when Klaus has come back from another night at the mausoleum: he's hollow-eyed and shaky, he barely picks at his breakfast, and Luther watches him over the silent dining table.

It's afterwards, once night falls, once everyone finishes their study session in the library and they all finally part ways, sent firmly off to bed, that Luther pauses before going all the way down that hallway. Lingers by Klaus' door instead. Raps his knuckles against the wood, gently, softly, because they're not supposed to be up past curfew but. There's something he needs to check on. Someone.
obediences: ((young luther) 01)

[personal profile] obediences 2019-04-17 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
A flicker at the corner of Luther's mouth -- "No," he says stiffly, jaw working but successfully tamping down whatever initial reaction he'd had at the question. Unable to quite pinpoint what emotion that was, though. Irritation that Klaus thought he couldn't show initiative, think for himself outside of his orders, and simply check in on his brother? (Or abashment that Klaus was right, actually, because Sir Reginald had sent him out so many times to take the pulse of the academy?)

But still. He's used to weathering his siblings' moods -- he's been crafted, honed and moulded and chipped into the steady rock which the others can dash themselves against, and he will not move -- so he doesn't nip back. Just says: "I wanted to see how you were feeling. If you were okay."

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gigue: (Beethoven – Violin Sonata No. 2)

[personal profile] gigue 2019-03-20 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Vanya has spent a lot of her nights up since Five vanished. It feels like that's when things started really spiraling out of control - when seven became six (and really, more like six becoming five), things started to slip. It was okay, before: not good, definitely lonely, but okay. The house gets so dark at night, and so quiet. What if Five comes back? What if he can't find his way and decides it's safer to just leave again - what if he doesn't even recognize he's come home?

Klaus isn't the only one to sneak out at night, but Vanya doesn't go nearly as far as he does. Just down to the kitchen, to make a few peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches. She never eats them, but takes them on plates and paper towels to leave them at various points around the house, where he might come back to. Who knows where Five has been: he might be hungry.

That's how she comes on Klaus, with two sandwiches in each hand, following the sound of someone stumbling through a dark hall. She can feel her heart beating in her throat with excitement, hope, and as she rounds the corner she calls out, "Five--?"

But it's not. V takes a moment, digesting that particular disappointment, and scowls at him. "What are you doing here?"
gigue: (Beethoven – Violin Sonata No. 1)

[personal profile] gigue 2019-03-21 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
He sounds...he sounds really messed up. For a second she feels frozen, a sandwich in each hand. Only one way to fix that - she reaches out, shoving one of Five's favorites into Klaus' hand instead.

"Are you drunk again? Eat that."

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badatinterrogating: (i can explain)

Have a brother?

[personal profile] badatinterrogating 2019-03-21 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
Peter was as big a fan of video games as Klaus was, so he was waiting his turn with the Sega Genesis with fake patience. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on the controller but knew that with Klaus playing, he would be waiting a while. So he brought down one of his many tech projects, an upgrade to his webshooters. As he tinkered away at the device, he glances up to watch a few moments of gameplay and then offers some helpful advice.

“You gotta hit that hill at a spin run and when you roll off it, you won’t miss the spring board.”
badatinterrogating: (facepalm)

[personal profile] badatinterrogating 2019-03-27 12:03 pm (UTC)(link)
He catches it. Spider-sense was tingling, or something like that, so his hand shoots out to grab the controller carefully. Super Strength is one of his abilities, and they've been through a couple controllers because Peter's grip has a tendency to tighten as he plays.

"Just...just watch, okay? When you get right to this tree..." And he goes on to explain what to do next; hit down arrow, touch nothing until you hit the springboard, bounce off of the crab robot and spin dash through the loop-de-loop.

Once that's successful, he hands the controller back.

"See? Real world physics don't apply to video games, but you can follow the in game laws of physics to get pretty far, pretty quick."

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gigue: (Beethoven – Violin Sonata No. 1)

[personal profile] gigue 2019-04-02 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
She knows that tone, and her whole body goes tense when she hears it. The stack of books - small, really, given how big this fucking house is - gets dropped into their box with a little more force than Vanya intended. Her jaw clenches, and she glances over as he waltzes in, sits down on her bed.

For a second she just stares at him, then turns in a half circle to gesture at her room. It should be obvious, shouldn't it? But then, he's probably already messed up; she can't remember the last time she saw him really sober.

(Vanya bites the side of her tongue, thinking of Dad's harsh words for her yesterday, is it so hard for you to keep track of your possessions, Number Seven, must you be utterly useless, and tastes blood.)

"What's it look like?" She goes to her music stand, pulling various concert pieces off and stuffing them into a folder to be packed away.
gigue: (Beethoven – Violin Sonata No. 1)

[personal profile] gigue 2019-04-02 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"When isn't he serious?" Especially about them, especially about her. Holding his notebook during training didn't mean shit because she - she was the runt of the family. She was nothing. She was nobody.

She didn't have powers, and so what reason did he have to pay any attention to her?

Folding up her music stand with some small struggles, she drops it into another box, and goes to her desk to rummage through. There's not much to pack: she doesn't own much, all things told. Most of it is music, or blank sheet paper for working out chords, or extra strings for her violin. She's pretty sure she won't even need all these boxes, because all her clothes - uniform on uniform on uniform, for an Academy she'll never really belong to - will fit in one suit case. Her whole life here, summed up in a handful of square feet.

"What do you want? I only have a couple days left." And she's not sure she wants to spend that time with her spine feeling like it's going to jump out of her skin, waiting for him to ask what she knows he came to ask.

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[personal profile] familiarnightmares 2019-04-03 12:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uh. Stuff?"

Eloquent as always, but then Klaus seems to have that effect on him. For some reason. And yes, Eddie notices the sucker, thanks. Venom laughs at him, like it knows something he doesn't, which only results in a petulant "Shut up" muttered under his breath as he shifts in his spot on the couch and mutinously continues staring at the work in his lap and spread out onto the floor. It's a plan for some gadget Peter understands a hell of a lot better than he does, but that's okay, it's supposed to help them both with patrols so he doesn't have much objection.

"Hi Klaus."
badatinterrogating: (Default)

[personal profile] badatinterrogating 2019-04-04 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"We're building a Spy-der," Peter says, pointing out the device's name. It's smaller than a goldfish, according to the schematics, and obviously spider-shaped. Built to slip under doors and climb up walls, equipped with a camera and a microphone and Peter is frowning at something on the blueprint.

"No, that's...not right and that's my fault," Peter half-mutters, reaching for a pencil and erasing some line of reference or another.

Is he oblivious to his brother flirting with his best friend? No. He's aware. He's just unphased and focused on the Spy-der plans.