tact from me is like blood from a stone

[opiate_visions]

Isaac's birthday had been registered as the 17th of September, two weeks to the day before those children were born from mothers who weren't pregnant, the miracle children who were forgotten again until the unveiling of the Umbrella Academy.

Isaac had never learned much about it all. He'd lived somewhat sheltered from that part of the world and by the time he was old enough to explore on his own, the Umbrella Academy had come and gone and he was more interested in his own life and future.

But the blackouts became more frequent and the medication didn't help. He stopped taking the medication and it got more out of control, but he had found other ways to control it and by the time he was thirty, he was out of rehab (again) and didn't know what to do or where to go to learn about what he was.

So he used the last of his money to make his way to the old address of the Umbrella Academy and hoped someone there might be able to help.

He was raising his hand to knock on the door when he saw the flicker, a momentary glimpse and he stepped back enough that whoever was coming to the door wouldn't barrel into him...

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A sideways angle on this

[excessed]

From one of the upper windows, Diego sees someone approach the house. As of late it's becoming a fairly regular sight though as more and more of the children that Sir Reggie hadn't been able to find or buy found their way to the house now that the universe has been reset. Some called to it, maybe. Others seeking out siblings that share a propensity for things that most can't do. Oddly there's been few fans or curiosity seekers so at least there's that. Which makes Diego wonder about who this one is. He doesn't head for the main door though, circling around to the back of the house and taking the walk around to the front of the house even as he starts to open. Huh. That is interesting in how he hadn't gone through with knocking. "Can I help you with something?" Coming up behind him, all in black and leather, but no knife in hand at least.

hello there.

[substances]

Klaus doesn't really make a big habit of hanging around the old Umbrella Academy, but sometimes he gets a little tired of trying to find somewhere to sleep or take a bath. He isn't high all the time anymore, he's been slowly crawling his way out of that particular hole, but he's not exactly rooted in society just yet. Doesn't have the capital for that kind of undertaking.

So as Isaac is approaching the manor, Klaus is getting ready to leave it, his headphones around his neck, wearing his fur-trimmed patchwork jacket over a wide v-neck sweater. He pulls open the door and makes a little squeak, jumping back a bit when he's faced with a stranger outside the door.

"Holy shit, you scared the bejeezus out of me!"

Set to when she leaves after Five shows up

[missnobody]

Her cab was waiting for her. Vanya wasn't sure why she'd ever thought she could come back to the Academy, maybe start over now that their father wasn't here to dictate their lives. Those were uncharitable thoughts, though. She didn't hate her dad, exactly. Mostly she was disappointed. In him, in her brothers and Allison, in herself.

They'd had the funeral and hey, even Five was back, but now things would go back to normal. Now all the members of her family would go their separate ways and she'd probably never hear from them until something disastrous happened. Pogo dying or maybe the memory issues that Mom seemed to have getting worse. It made her sad, but maybe that was as much going back to the life that she just seemed to live by rote as anything else. It had been too many years since she'd been close to anyone in the house behind her.

She was expecting the cab, but what she wasn't expecting was a man to be standing almost right in front of her. He was stepping back as she opened the door as if he knew she was going to be there. Well, in her life, maybe he did.

"Can I help you?"