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2034-09-13 10:42 am

all the other kids | thread tracking








[ GALLERY ]5 AUG


via Instagram

Only I could come back with a video game character for a Persona.
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CALLING: BABE19 JUL


via Vicetime


FR: JOSH18 JUL


CC: WAR HOUNDS
We need to talk. Tower, tonight


[ I AM VICE ]16 JUL


(Sent to All Networks of the Vigil)


FR: LEO15 JUL


Hey, man! It's been while. Just thought I'd give you the head's up. About to board a plane straight to Falner... should be there tomorrow. Pick me up if you can? :p


TO: TITA CISCO8 JUL


Tita... Big brothers are the worst. They're annoying and stubborn ;_;


TO: YULIA7 JUL


Hi Yulia, would you like to take first watch with me tonight? Josh is going to run himself ragged if nobody's there to stop him.


TO: JOSH7 JUL


Tanga ka din, noh?
What's the point of you being blade leader if you won't even listen to us when we try to talk sense into you?


FR: BRIGADE3 JULY


Hey, everyone.
I've been requested by Chief Eli to accompany him to the US for an extended engagement. It'll be a month long, give or take. I know it's a bit sudden but I only found out this morning as well.

I'm free to meet and hang for the day if any of your aren't doing anything. It'll be awhile before I get to again. If not, stay safe and I'll see you all soon.

P.S. Particularly to the Hounds, if any engagements come up: I know you guys have it covered. But (again) stay safe, come back alive, and make it rain. Keep me posted if you can so I don't worry too much.


[ GALLERY ]2 JULY


via Instagram

Welcome home, @frescoes!
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KAZ @ktotheatothez
tagging for relevance @malaya @larue
@bostova @bladeweaver @therealbrianna
Brig, you need to get an account, man
#WarHounds

L E O @collimator
@ktotheatothez SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS!!
Shit, man. I need to get my ass home!


TO: WAR HOUNDS30 JUN


CC: HIKARU-NII
Hey, guys! Come by the enclosed address and take the elevator to the penthouse. I have something to show you all :D


TO: TITA CISCO26 JUN


Tita, thank you again for letting me sit in class. It was really great to meet your brother as well. <3


[ GALLERY ]21 JUN


via Instagram

@intelligencia looking mighty fine!
#HappyBirthdayJosh

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@therealbrianna you so pretty, bb!
#HappyBirthdayJosh

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THANK YOU, SO MUCH @kyriff for spinning
at my big bro's birthday bash!
@therealbrianna @intelligencia
#HappyBirthdayJosh

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Tita Cisco <3 @kinesthesia
#HappyBirthdayJosh

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Maistir actually SMILING.
I think he was talking with Father Aidan here.
#HappyBirthdayJosh

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someone's checking out someone
@renascens #HappyBirthdayJosh

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ᴄɪsᴄᴏ ᴍ. ᴘʀᴏғᴀᴄɪ @kinesthesia
someone's looking #kilig

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʀᴇɴᴀᴇ @renascens
I have no idea what you guys are going on about.


Happy, Happy Birthday
to my favorite Sin-Eater @larue
#HappyBirthdayJosh

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To the Best Big Brother Ever:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! WE LOVE YOU!
@larue #HappyBirthdayJosh

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FR: PHILIPPINE AIRLINES18 JUN


Attached: E-boarding Pass


[ SERAPH : NEWS ]17 JUN


RE: The Wings of Therion
(Last Loaded 7:03PM)

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FR: MAISTIR17 JUN


Been on SERAPH lately?


TO: FATHER AIDAN16 JUN


You're the best, Father. Thank you again for helping me with Nico's mask.


FR: BABE15 JUN


guess who’s an oni-tsukai of zangyaku?
can i call?
please?
i love you?


TO: RETHE10 JUN


It was great talking to you today, Rethe. Thanks again for agreeing to play at Josh's party. Will let his sister know :)


FR: CINDY BRENNAN10 JUN


CC: BRIANNA LOPEZ, BRIGADE, ESTANISLAO MARASIGAN, YULIA BOSTOVA
Hi! This is Cindy Brennan, Josh's younger sister. I just wanted to let all of you know that my brother's birthday is coming up in eleven days, and I'd REALLY like to make it special for him. I also kind of want it to be a surprise, but I honestly have no idea who to talk to and what to do.

I'm completely open to awesome ideas, and I would love it if you all of you guys helped me out. You DO care about my brother, right? :)

P.S. Sorry if this seems a little out of the blue. Kind of had to ask J for your numbers!


[ GALLERY ]3 JUN



Lookin' good @larue #WarHounds That's my blademate :)
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Joshua LaRue @larue
LOL when did you take this?


[ GALLERY ]2 JUN




#London @ktotheatothez @bostova @therealbrianna guys, brig doesn't have twitter, does he?
posted by Joshua LaRue
KAZ @ktotheatothez
@larue no, he doesn't. maybe we should ask him if he wants one? @bostova @therealbrianna #warhounds


[ GALLERY ]26 MAY



#Party @ #Haven with @kyriff and @justselene on the turntables tonight! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRI!
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TO: BRIANNA21 MAY


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Most badass 520 year-old ever. Okay. Love you, Bri :)


[ GALLERY ]21 MAY



Never been up that high. #Paris #EiffelTower #WarHounds
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TO: TITA CISCO20 MAY


Thanks again for everything, Tita. I'll see you at home, right?


[ GALLERY ]19 MAY



@ Seigi
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[ GALLERY ]18 MAY



New discovery: Selene Vega does a kickass rendition of Calvin Harris' "Bounce" on the koto.
posted by Joshua LaRue
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KAZ @ktotheatothez
Yo, man. Where were you? Didn't see you take a dip.


[ GALLERY ]16 MAY


Shinta Ancestral Home @ Shin Yamatai

posted by Joshua LaRue
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[ EVENT: INITIATION ]12 MAY


Brotherhood Initiation @ The Dragon Spires


TO: WAR HOUNDS5 MAY


On the Silk Road. Met Nico. Will be home soon.


FR: BABE1 MAY


Someone took a snapshot of us :) Take care on the rest of your walk. Your uncle is super cool, babe.


CALLING: BABE21 APR


via Vicetime


TO: TITA CISCO17 APR


Love you, Tita. Here I go :)


TO: BRIANNA16 APR


Hey Brianna, free right now. Where do you wanna meet up?


INCOMING CALL: MAISTIR15 APR


   


TO: AUNT DEIRDRA14 APR


Aunt Dee, it's Kaz... Uh... You got a minute to talk?


[ GEISTnet : DoveTailor ]8 APR


ATTN: All Available Blades
Enclosed with this message is a file containing the mission details and layouts of all major cities around the world relating to today's joint operation scheduled at every major rush hour on every time zone with the Methuselah, the Midnight Riders and Zangyaku. The Mani dello Spirito Santo, the Brotherhood of Violence and the Rhiannon Group will also be lending support.

Please take note that the operation in Metro Manila is slated for 4 PM and will be headed by Wolf’s Choice, the Pack and the Rockin’ Rollas; your call time is at 2PM, discuss among yourselves which areas you would like to cover and report back so that we can properly allocate resources.

Malice Kings Aidan Clayce and Hikaru Shinta will be taking point. Arcanum operatives have been tasked to be on call for any Hunter that wishes to check on the progress in other cities.

Happy Hunting, guys. Make it rain.


[ GALLERY ]23 MAR



#FalnerEstate "You still have much to learn, young padawan." #alsoOW
L E O @collimator
#StarWars the shiz outta that.

L E O @collimator
Are you actually sleeping now? I'm still either getting insomnia or hopped up on whatever

L E O @collimator
Inquisitor @tagabigay zapped us with.

call me jill @frescoes
that's your insomnia talking, @collimator btw @ktotheatothez someone said you went training with @bostova


[ GALLERY ]23 MAR



#FalnerEstate @clayce Thank you for earlier, Father
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call me jill @frescoes
@ktotheatothez really? parkour out your window? :P

KAZ @ktotheatothez
Actually, off the roof :))




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2014-05-22 02:06 am

character relations | let them fall where they may





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2014-02-09 01:47 pm

Party after the Baptism By Shadow ; May 12, 2063 - 10:00 PM

[Kaz is fiddling with Oswald's Cross. Having come out of the Vault after a long, interesting talk with Elaine of all people - beings - people. They said it was time to party but Kaz is still a little overwhelmed. His Seven consisted of three Malice Kings, the Bishop and a Cardinal of the Brotherhood, and one of their highest level operatives. It really is a "YO MAN" moment for him, even now that it's all done.

He's looking at Alistair Mordechai, Hikaru Shinta, Aidan Clayce, Maes Mordechai, Paolo Inojosa and Marissa Inojosa at the table, fiddling with the necklaces, the cross tucked away in the pocket of his jacket.

Won't I have to put this on a chain? And then there's the uniform...

Oh he thinks it's bad-ass, no question, even if Hikaru looks so uncomfortable in it. He snickers now, grabbing a glass and pouring himself a drink. He's actually starting slow: vodka mudshake
.]
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2014-01-23 12:39 am

First Night

The biometric lock on the door clicks open and the hydraulics on the door of Kaz’s Safehouse (a condo unit on the 27th floor of a high-tech condo in QC which his grandfather may or may not own) swoosh open.

He dumps his bags onto the floor of the studio with a sigh, remembering the conversation he had with his parents in their study before they reluctantly let him walk out of the door.

“It’s a sabbatical, Ma, lots of kids take one.” he reasoned, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“Yes, when they’re much older - not fifteen and have barely gotten their feet wet.” she replies, arms crossed, her blue Netsach coat gracefully draped over them.

Having an Inquisitor for a mother had never been an easy thing, and that was compounded by the fact that his grandmother, and, in fact, most of his extended family happened to be hunters affiliated with the major Conspiracies. It all made for very, very large shoes to fill - never mind the fact that also he happened to be a Zobel de Ayala of those Zobel de Ayalas.

Karlo Antonio Zobel de Ayala. It was the kind of name that opened doors, that got you what you wanted (something his older sister Nicolette knew very well.) His family being one of the many reasons he called himself Kaz.

“Kaz. Anak, why now? I’ve read reports about you in school - you’re doing well enough.”

His father has rarely ever questioned his decisions, accepting that the fact that his son had a mind of his own and that he rarely needed guidance. But he was here now, a hand on his son’s shoulder.

“I need the break, Pa.” is all he offers.

He doesn’t tell them that it’s hard to be a Zobel de Ayala at St. Quincy’s. It’s hard to be fifteen and not be exceptional at everything; to be third in one class, sixth in another. No, the distinction of number one never appealed to Kaz - but then, it did to everyone else - and by (the) God(dess) it was a pain in the neck to deal with. The fact that he was also aware that his mother kept regular tabs on him had begun to really rain on whatever parade he had going.

"I don't see what the fuss is about. You're my son. This shouldn't be a problem." His mother quips, looking quite pointedly at her pristine fingernails.

Kaz is on his feet before he realizes it, his voice raised in defiance.

"THERE! THAT'S EXACTLY THE PROBLEM, MA! I'M NOT AS GOOD AS YOU, I WORK AS HARD AS I CAN AND SOMEHOW, IT'S NEVER GOOD ENOUGH.

He's hardly paused for breath, and he knows he's pushing at a sore spot.

The only reason I'm at St. Quincy's is because of what my last name is. Being around all those elites... It doesn't work out so great all the time. I don't have Ate Nic's brains, or the twins' talent... I just... I'm so tired."

The silence of the study is deafening. It feels like an hour before anyone speaks.

"How long do you need?" His mother asks quietly.

"I... I do-"

"I need to know how long a sabbatical you need before you decide whether or not you want to continue at St. Quincy's, Kaz."

There's sadness and acceptance in Alexia's voice, and Kaz almost wants to take it all back when his father speaks up from his desk.

"Six months, Karlo Antonio. That's the maximum we can get you with St. Quincy's before they terminate you as their student."

Kaz looks at his dad questioningly, because rarely ever has he interfered on his son's behalf. Antonio only ever put his foot down when it came to Nicolette's lifestyle choices, and the use of both Kaz's names makes it perfectly clear that this is a serious matter. But there is only worry in his dad's voice and none of the dismissive cadence that his mother had employed.

"Well, I can see that a decision has been made. I suppose you’ll be staying here the entire time?”

The ice is replaced with resignation - though he’s very aware that his mother will want to push, want to make him go back, or worse. She’s already got door of the study open, striding out - presumably to head back to the Falner Estate.

“No. I’d like some time on my own, Ma.”

She turns around, shrugging her coat on as she does. The next thing she does - with a sigh - is lay down the rules that they’d long-ago discussed when any of them wanted time away.

“You will text us as soon as you get to your safehouse, then your grandparents; You will come home every Sunday for dinner at the very least; If you plan on going out at night, you will let us know where and with whom. Are we clear?”

She fixes him with the same stare that’s always clearly stated 'I love you' before leaving him with his father. He prays it doesn't turn into a fight between them later.

"That went well, I think." His dad quips, "Don't be so hard on your Ma, Karlo. She didn't say that you're her son to make you feel bad."

His dad gives him an affectionate hair ruffle and sends him off to pack, saying that he has to let his Mamita know what Kaz's plans are.


And that was how he ended up at his personal safehouse. All the children of Antonio and Alexia Zobel de Ayala had one - and his was the most secluded. He'd shot off texts to his family once he'd settled in, stripping out of his uniform and mucking about his favorite pair (read: really worn) jogging pants and a tank top that had seen better days.

'This is the right thing to do... Right?' He thinks, sprawled out on the couch.

It had gotten to be a little too much... Training, studying, competing, and living up to the expectations of the people around him. Kaz was well aware that the friends he had at school were only his friends because of his family, which stung, really - because the things they did weren't his style. But it was the only way to survive, until it wasn't anymore. He'd really just had enough of all of them, and those were his last thoughts as he drifted into sleep.

Kaz starts awake a little after ten in the evening, because it’s dark and his phone is ringing off the hook: it’s his big sister, probably calling to offer to take him out with her friends.

“Ate, it’s late” he snarks.

“On a Friday, little brother. Honestly, are you fifty? We should be enjoying ourselves. C’mon… I hear you’re on sabbatical from school, how’s about we hit the clubs and find you a boy to distract you from Ma?”

He almost says no.

He almost hangs up on her and stomps off to bed.

He almost doesn’t sigh and open his mouth to say “I could use a drink.”

Almost.

Nicolette swung by unaccompanied, because her brother should look the part if they plan on going out, and if he plans on getting a guy to notice him. Kaz is nicely built for fifteen, but the glasses and the general air of “nope, nope and nope” tend to diminish that.

“Oh God, do you not have ANY fashion sense at all? You’re gay for crying out loud. Dadi Dan is always so well-dressed and you look like a hobo.”

To be fair, he hadn’t expected she would be nearby, ready to swoop on him (and how the hell did she get access to his safehouse), and he’d just woken up - a fact that he informs her of.

“Excuse you, ate. Kakagising ko lang.”

He harrumphs and she smiles, sauntering over to the closet digging out the really skinny black jeans she’d bought for him out of the pile of jeans stored in his closet. How she does that, Kaz will never know. After some consideration, she also digs out a black shirt that has the words “Where Did the Party Go” written on it, and a cream colored cardigan, with red and blue bands on the cuffs. She nods and then whips around at her brother.

“You. Ligo na! Allie and Jacks are on their way here.”

She shoos him into the bathroom and tells him to scrub everywhere, and that he won’t be wearing his glasses tonight.

Relik has changed very little since it first opened half a century and some change ago. From what Kaz was told, it was pretty much the same, only smaller. Screens float around, matching visuals to the beat that the DJ is dropping; friends mill around each other, talking, drinking - bouncers flit around making sure things are okay - one of them is actually tiny, as opposed to her
colleagues - and Kaz wonders if she’s something.

Being a minor, he isn’t allowed alcohol, but that not stopping his sister (eighteen, supermodel sexy, and much to his horror, friends with the owner) from slipping him a cocktail or two across the table of their booth (there’s way less alcohol in it than normal anyway, but she’s not telling him that). The place is still quite mellow as far as most clubs are nowadays, but the beats are great, but… This really isn’t where he wants to be, he realizes. So that’s what he tells his sister, a few hours into the night, when he’s switched to milk to ward off the mild tingling of the alcohol in his system.

Kaz steps out into the streets alone, content to let his sister have her fun - though he reminds her that she’s got stuff to do tomorrow. It’s not all that warm, and there’s a light breeze blowing through the trees as he walks on, not quite intent on heading back to his current home just yet.

So now what?’ he thinks to himself, and he sighs, because he really has no idea what to do next. The contact lenses sting but maybe that’s because he isn’t used to it yet. The walk he takes is long and brings him further away from the clubs, into the quieter stretches of BGC - well, quieter at night. The first thing on his mind is how his mother had reacted to him asking to take a break from St. Quincy’s, how his father had interceded, and how he would probably be hearing from one - or all three of his grandparents - soon.

He’s flagging down a cab when he sees four motorcycles roaring down the street, their riders dressed in midnight blue coats flapping in the wind.

“Netsach hunters…” He mutters, not without a hint of curiosity in his voice. He smiles, because at one point, he imagined himself among their number, but now he’s not so sure. The taxi he finds is nice, and the driver amiable, so Kaz tips him nicely when he gets dropped off.

It’s four A.M., and he’s sent off text messages to his family stating that he’s home and he’s safe. He falls asleep sooner than expected, the TV set on low, just noise in the background.
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2013-12-15 09:35 am

March 2063 (excerpt)

Hikaru Shinta is an idiot. I learned his origins at his request and I accosted him in the Great Hall. The Weapon. The Wolf. I acted... Inapproprately. Oddly, I like Hikaru. Not like-like, but I do think of him as a friend - a friend who looks my age but is a couple of thousand years old, in reality. A friend who's actions have somehow brought me together with an Obrimos Mage, a Bladian, a Sin Eater, and a Changeling. My Blade.

I believe my Blademates are disappointed in me (except Brianna, but I don't quite know how to read that girl yet, and she wasn't around). They have every right to be, but at the same time, I think they might understand me more. I feel like I've been selfish - and immature, throwing a tantrum like I did. I knew what Hikaru was when he first spoke to me weeks ago. I knew he was dangerous. In spite of that, and I suppose because Balamb has changed me, I started to regard him as a friend. Right now, I wonder if that is a mistake.

I've been told that Hikaru never does things at random. There is a rhyme and reason to the things he does. Perhaps I need to talk to Mamita about Hikaru. Or perhaps... I need to let it lie. After all, I have a long way to go before I can ask El-Inquisitor Tagabigay if he'd be willing to teach me Lightning Song. Maybe I'll ask Alistair to teach me Seth's Storm when I'm ready. And when I can shoot a gun properly, because let's face it, I'm really bad with a gun.

I mention that Hikaru is an idiot. I say that with much affection, even though I should probably be more appropriate around him from now on. He is, after all, an Inquisitor. My boss. My better. Hmph. It'd be easier if he were a crochety old man and not twenty-one.

Now I wonder... and I know I shouldn't. How long does he have left in this lifetime?