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THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

Number One,
Sam "The Cloud"
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Number Two,
Lydia "The Mind"
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Number Three,
Aaron "The Serpent"
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Number Four,
Onyx "The Vibe"
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Number Five,
Mason "The Bastion"
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Number Six,
Ben "The Horror" (Deceased)

Number Seven,
Jace “The Current”
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Number Eight,
Kate "The Body"
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Number Nine,
Mavis "The Firecracker"
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Number Ten,
Maverick "The Grim"
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Number Eleven,
Connor “The Defender”
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[Sophrosyne]

Number Nine
Mavis Hargreeves

This was a terrible idea. A terrible, no-good, idea that did nothing but twist the butterflies coating her stomach into knots. Had someone told Mavis months ago she’d be willingly returning to the house of horrors she had come to suppress, she’d have abruptly corrected them. In truth, it wasn’t the fact that she was going to be in the same house with her nine siblings for the first time in nearly six years. Okay, maybe it was. A little bit. But she couldn’t help that she was nervous after not seeing many of them, other than through tabloids, in years. Mavis had managed to remain in contact with some, particularly Aaron and Lydia, but a few she hadn’t heard anything of or from since their departure. She really hoped they were doing well.

The toll of losing Number Six had been the spark to the downfall of the Umbrella Academy. Until then, Mavis hadn’t realized how insignificant they truly were to their Father. Not until that devastating day the team returned from a mission a member short. His silence had cut Mavis deeper than anything. Sure, she had experienced his cruelty firsthand before, having been used in multiple of the man's experiments, but nothing compared to the complete disregard of their sibling. It was like he had never existed to the man, just an experiment gone wrong. Growing up, Mavis wondered if he had loved anything before, if he was even capable of it.The answer smacked her in the face that day.

Mavis knew the real reason for the uneasiness she felt returning ‘home’ had nothing to do with her siblings. As that blame belonged to dear old daddy Hargreeves. Truthfully, she was glad he was dead. There had been a faint time where Mavis had believed Reginald Hargreeves cared about her and her siblings' well-being. She had been young and naive enough to mistake his cruelty as discipline, his harsh words as encouragement, and his punishments as deserving. She was too young to know any better. The treatment of her siblings and herself sometimes left her sick. She couldn’t understand how anyone could be so barbaric towards children. She couldn’t blame any of her siblings if they decided to not show, considering everything that the man had put them through. Many of her siblings jumped ship as quickly as possible and if Mavis had had the courage, she’d have joined them sooner rather than later.

A harsh pivot on an all too familiar street has Mavis snapping out of her thoughts, shifting against the worn leather of the cab seat. “Right here,” Mavis mumbled as the place she dreaded the most slowly crept into view. As the car rolled to a stop, the driver let out an incredulous, “Here?!” Not bothering to watch the man's expression, she placed enough cash to cover the fair, commenting for him to keep the change, and stepped out into the gloomy weather. It had been a long time since anyone had recognized her from her previous role and Mavis wanted to keep it that way.

Ignoring the way the rain drops splashed against her cheek, Mavis quickly found her way through the gates she had once thought she’d never escape. The only noise Mavis could make out was the small click the door made as it effortlessly swung shut behind her. She moved to unwrap the black scarf bundled around her throat and dropped it over the coat rack. “Hello?” She called, stepping further into the house. The silence that followed wasn’t surprising. Many of her siblings had tried to get as far as physically possible from this place. It was no shock to think she may have been one of the first few to arrive. “Mom? Kate?”

 

[MePersonally]

Number One
Sam Hargreeves

It must have been five hours since Kate and Sam had found him. The police had been here, taken care of the body. No forced entry, no signs of a struggle; they had called it a suicide. Since then, Sam hadn't moved. They had been staring out the huge front window, eyes empty and breath heavy. Something was wrong, so terribly wrong and they just couldn't take it. It was like the whole world was closing in on them, walls about to suffocate their body. Dust particles were dancing around the room. Sam was pretty sure that they were part of their body, which was relentlessly fighting the solid form that they forced onto it every minute of their life. Oh, how exhausting it was to keep their body together and how senseless it felt, given the situation at hand. With Father dead, who would take care of Kate and them? Who would make sure Sam's body stayed in one piece? Who would assign them their missions? Who would make sure that Sam was training efficiently?

Instead of tears, more dust entered the air. It had been like that since Sam could remember, even though with age, their body seemed to become less and less stable. When they had been nine or ten years old, they could go a day without the injections, whereas now, it was about six to seven hours before they could feel their cells go floating in the air. What made the whole ordeal even worse was being upset, or sad, or really having any emotion at all. That was why usually, Sam ran. They turned their head and ran as fast as they could. They locked themself in their room and dived into their own world, where everything was going to be alright. All they needed for that was a pen and a piece of paper. Back when they had been a child, they hadn’t needed that; they had been able to play pretend, go to Lydias room and tell her stories, stories that would become real the moment they spoke. Now, what hid behind that wooden door was just like an empty casket. Nothing left of her and their stories.

In the past, Sam had tried to connect with Kate, to involve her into their stories, their nice world where trouble wasn’t so bad anymore. For the most part, she had simply rejected them, telling them that it wasn’t real. Sam had never understood her views on that topic, but they still loved her very much. This wasn’t about their personal differences, after all, this was about the world, saving it from destruction. Who would do that, now? Who would know when the world needed saving? They had gathered intel before, but they had always known where to go.

A familiar female figure approaching the building snapped Sam out of their head and into reality. For just a moment, their fathers death was forgotten and a small spark of joy burned through the Cloud and they approached their sister with a smile. It took them a while to find the words, so they just stood, the dust particles blurring their face like tears would stream down their cheeks, if they had any, right now. Sam wasn’t even sure if Mavis could see their smile – their face felt less whole than it was intended to be, but they didn’t have the focus to fix it.
“You’re back…”, Sam finally managed to form, even though the words were barely audible.
But it didn’t need words to understand that they were relieved to see someone, even though the space between them seemed like a glass wall that Sam just couldn’t get themself to break. So, they stood, awkwardly waiting for Mavis to say something, while their face was slowly, but surely dissolving into dust.

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[PlusUltra]

Number 8, Kate Hargreeves
Tags: Sophrosyne MePersonally
Location: Hargreeves Estate, NY

The past several days had been quiet within the Hargreeves estate as the status quo for Kate was finally irrevocably changed, the death of her father leaving a hole in her life and losing one of the key anchors in her life. She was feeling lost on how to go forward, on who she even was any more with the various voices pulling her mind in the various directions doing little to aid the situation or even begun to work through the storm of emotions. Huddled up on her bed she did not seem to have moved, she had been pretending to sleep whenever her mother had arrived but no sleep had come regardless of how much she attempted to, the moments she thought she was about to she would instead see her fathers body once more and the turmoil would start anew.

A Vibration sounded out from her bedside table, another missed message from her Agent though the frequency had slowed somewhat recently, perhaps she had discovered what had happened through some other source but still, the number of missed appointments was surely going to be an issue once she finally pulled herself together. Suddenly a noise reaches her ears through the haze causing them to rise slightly from their bed with a heavy creak, a familiar one she could not forget, a sibling she had not heard from in some time calling out to her resulting in a stumble and a falling with bang shaking the floor as she tries to jump to their feet.

"Mavis?!" she was somewhat disheveled with puffy eyes but looming over with her height casting a shadow over the smaller girl, shortly before attempting to wrap her arms around them in a large hug "Are the others coming back too? Ive missed everyone so much...i wrote but....are you ok?". The larger woman's concern for herself had vanished completely as normal and now entirely focused on their sibling regardless of their own state.

 

[MegMath13]

Lydia Hargreeves~Number 2

Location: In a cab, Hargreeves Mansion
Interaction: PlusUltra MePersonally Sophrosyne Kitsune2202
Mood: sad but happy
Outfit: This

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The news had been a shock one that Lydia was still reeling from, and the worst thing was she had been in a shoot. At the time she hadn't seen the point in coming home to be with people that she hadn't seen in six years but then she thought about her siblings and how she hadn't seen most of them for years. But what had surprised her was that she couldn't cry. She couldn't feel sad that her father had passed away. Of course, she had need felt any love from the man and that she had left when she was seventeen. What did he ever give her a place to sleep? What about all of those Mental scars that had been placed when she was younger. There were things that Lydia just couldn't get over.

She was pulled from her thoughts when the cab driver looked back at her and told her that they had arrived well it was more like asking if he had the right place. "Yes. This is the right place. It looks a little more gloomy from when I was a kid but this is my old home." She said as she got out of the cab, sighing as she felt raindrops hitting her skim. "Onyx, Why is it when someone dies it rains?" She said to Onyx as she walked up the steps to and knocked three short times on the door. But she realized that she didn't have to and pushed open the door slowly.

The sight that met her was three of her siblings, all three of whom she hadn't seen since she had left. "Hey." Was the only thing she knew to say. Looking around she noticed the dust particles and she moved around her sisters to her brother and looked at him. "Hey Sam, it's okay, are you okay?" She wanted to hug him and tell him that everything would be okay. She wanted to pretend that they were kids again and take him up to her room and play pretend but she knew that it wouldn't help in this situation.

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aaron hargreeves

the serpent

aaron never thought he'd be standing there again; ornate wooden doors looming up at him, even though he was about as tall as they were. he couldn't put away the feling of smallness that came over him again. after so many years, which in reality had only been four, aaron had basically put away his past at the academy. though his alcoholism and later recovery, the last thing on his mind was training, missions, and family. he was fortunate to still talk to his siblings after what he'd put them through, but it wasn't like he was ecstatic to be walking back into the place that caused him so much pain. the only consolation was that the others had their own grievances, though different. they'd all lost something there. the least valuable of which was their father.
aaron breathed shakily and willed his arm to extend and stiffly palm the cool doorknob. it was raining and bitingly cold. his lizard-brain wanted him to go in, where it was warm adnf there was food. his emotional side didn't want to face the very real threat of having to socialize and pretend to be sad. he reminded himself though, as he awkwardly fumbled with the doorknob and pushed the door open, that the least he could do was console. kate was likely distraught as were others. he couldn't say it wasn't sad to lose someone who'd been apart of your life, but aaron wouldn't give daddy hargreeves any credit more than what he'd earned.
the house was surprisingly balmy as he stepped in. while the first few moments were comforting and dare he say, like a real homecoming, it was quickly replaced by the agitation of heat, and voices crowded in the other room. for a second he hesitated to close the door for fear of alerting them to his presence, but with some effort he was able to shut it with no clamoring. aaron peeked around the room, searching almost expectantly for mom and pogo. it was a bit too dim to make out any specific figures, but within seconds he recognized the small, admittedly hairy primate at the foot of the stairs. aaron's heart sank. the other man wore a sorrowful expression between he eyes; a tiredness to his face, and lackluster shine in his coat. his outfit was pressed to perfection, but that must've been the only thing "put together" about him. he exchanged a knowing gaze, dipping his head once to the primate who gave one back. silently would he extend a hand and direct aaron to the front room. aaron obliged and slowly paused before making himself known, mouthing an apology to the one who he truly felt was worthy of the title of father-- yet was never permitted to it.
his siblings were in the other room, crowded together and talking among themselves. he searched for mavis' face, and then kate's, hoping to reassure himself that they weren't either absent or too sad to function. both as he observed, were alright. he was a bit meek as he walked in; shoulders slumping a tad, hand clasped below his waist, and gait slow to advance. he'd mouth a "hi" to the first person who looked his way. for some of them it had been years since they saw him. aaron's heart swelled with nerves. he could only hope the sight of him didn't aggravate the others. lord knew he'd made a drunken fool of himself in his youth, and when he left it was even more of a trip. at least he could say he was sober. that was, if he could say anything at all. these days it was only on stage where he felt comfortable enough to speak, odd as it was.

location: the academy.

mood: tired, irritated.

outfit: dark wash cuffed jeans paired with a simple black tee, combat boots, and an over-sized padded coat.
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[Nocturne.]

JACE HARGREEVES

Location
The Umbrella Academy.

Mood:
Apprehensive.

Outfit:
A faded, blackened leather jacket and a white t-shirt, accompanied by a pair of ripped black jeans and faded ankle boots.

Mentions:
Mavis Hargreeves, 'The Firecracker', Sam Hargeeves, 'The Cloud', Kate Hargreeves, 'The Body', Lydia Hargeeves, 'The Mind', Aaron Hargreeves, 'The Serpent'.

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Coming back was a horrible fucking idea, and Jace knew it well. The second his boots hit the concrete pathway that stretched to the door, he thought about turning back. It would take one swivel of his heel and call to an Uber, and he'd be out of the Hell he'd inhabited for good, never to return again. It's not like he was obligated to come back, right? His father died, but it's not like it really hit Jace... hard, per se. It felt like a small crackle of sympathy, which then it was simply gone, fading into nothingness. It was surely a tragedy, but...

Reginald had abused Jace and his family for years. Who was he to deserve a grieving?

He remembered the call that had lead up to this in vivid fashion. He was in prison again— for drug possession, predictably— expecting a call from Kate, checking on his well-being, per usual. He'd tell same face shitfaced lie that 'everything was OK', wait for her to pay whatever bail he owed, but no. It was a call informing him that Reginald Hargreeves had passed, of unknown causes. Jace half-convinced himself to not show up, but realized, through a mind addled by conflicting emotions of rage and sympathy, that this could be a start. A start to a life that wasn't consumed by vices.

So, given a compassionate release on the standing grounds of his father's 'unfortunate' passing, he was able to make it for the funeral. The only problem was now, he was getting cold feet. He was ready to run.

He walked up to the door, which opened with little noise. His eyes bore witness to siblings he thought he'd never see again, siblings he'd tormented with his sick sense of normalcy. Siblings who most likely hated him. His hand fumbled inside his pockets for a cigarette, one of the few things he'd brought with him. When his hands couldn't immediately grasp what he wanted, he stilled, looking at everyone who was currently occupying the academy. Mavis, Sam, Kate, and Lydia all resided in the commons, some making idle conversation. Jace's gaze zeroed in on the floor, lip poised between his teeth.

He reached for a cigarette again.

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[Kitsune2202]

Onyx Hargreeves- #4
Interactions: Lydia, Jace, Aaron
Mentions: Maverick, Mavis, Kate, Same
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Onyx stared out the cab window wondering how on earth she wound up back here again? She got the news from her co-star, but she hadn't really believed it and shrugged it off, but then again during an interview the same day the bomb was dropped again...and she couldn't ignore it. She wanted to say she was relieved he was dead. She was in shock of course because you never really think someone so cold, and calculating would ever really die. Sure he was old, but he just never gave off a human enough vibe to her to register that one day he'd die...and of suicide no less. What could possibly have been the last straw? She was curious, but not curious enough to actually want the answer. When asked if she was going back she wanted to say never. However if she's learned anything from this business you have to save face when you can and being labeled a heartless woman who doesn't care about the death of her father would not go over well. Only because they didn't ever really know the type of man that he was. They never got to see the cruelty that happened behind those giant gates. They just saw an eccentric billionaire adopt children and save the world, like some kind of comic book or TV show. It wasn't their fault. None but maybe Maverick came close to telling the world the truth. Everyone else kept up the lie or said nothing at all. So she agreed to go.

Her original plan was to fake sick, but then Lydia told her she wanted to go, and so Onyx was not about to let her go face their past on her own. So here they were finally arriving at the mansion that'd felt like a prison their whole life to get some sort of...closure? Maybe make sure the man was really gone, and gone for good? Maybe it'll be nice if everyone did come back. She hadn't seen most of her siblings since she left. Even ones like Jace who she kept in contact with for a while after leaving eventually the communication slowed, and then others like Mavis she wished she had somehow stay in touch. Seeing them would make this trip worth it. Getting a chance to say she was sorry for loosing touch and leaving like she did, was the only closure she was interested in.

Her train of thought broken by Lydia's question snapped her back to reality, "Our lives wouldn't be much of a show without rain every time something sad happens." She shrugged getting out of the cab. "Though maybe this time it's raining tears of joy." She hummed to herself. She still remembered Ben's death...It rained then too, but it was a very different feeling. There was so much loss and despair in her heart, and all of that turned to fury. The young girl couldn't handle the lack of affection anymore. Their father acted as if it was just another mission, training resumed soon as normal, missions resumed as normal...like he hadn't been necessary at all. None of them where, and that day proved it, along with every time another one of them left. He never stopped doing what he was doing with those that remained, he didn't care what he lost in the process, or what they were loosing in the process. Now which ever siblings were still here, if any, could finally be free of it. Even if they stuck to his teaching and trying to save the world, at least they wouldn't be as cruel to each other as he'd been to them...or at least she hoped.

Walking through the doors was quite the sight. A sickly nostalgia to say the least for the surroundings, but the people...the people helped. Sam was as expected considering what's happened, the dust in the air as proof. Kate was hugging who she believed was Mavis out of sheer joy, and now her and Lydia were entering the mix. Behind Lydia's 'hey' she offered a wave and a nervous smile of her own towards her siblings. She still held firm in her beliefs...but now being older she did realize she had some amends to make with her siblings for how she acted/lashed out at them. They were simply products of their father's horrid treatment, they were victims too, and she'd made things worse for them. However it was hard to see the sight before her. They all seemed excited to see Lydia and she knew why. Lydia was a light, a joy, a comfort, and none of those things could be associated with her, so as she turned and looked away she noticed her brothers Arron and Jace. "Wow, It's good to see you both." She offered up a wave in both their directions with a slightly warmer smile then she was wearing before.