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He had to wonder how it was that, if no one save a very, very select few could leave Whitechapel, he kept ending up elsewhere. Indeed, this wasn't the steam-driven, smog-choked section of city he called home. This was somewhere else entirely - and startlingly modern in comparison to the Victorian England he was so used to.

It was unseemly of him, but he found himself staring - tall buildings all steel and glass towered over him, and over that lay the clearest sky he'd seen in his entire life. The sun was bright, brighter that it had ever been in Whitechapel, with its constant overhang of smoke. All the better, he supposed, that he was wearing his usual attire, complete with dark glasses.

Alabaster stood alone on the street, a tall figure in smoke black stark against the clean, polished world he now found himself in. There seemed to be no one around. This city, if it was indeed a city and not some ludicrous dream, appeared to be deserted.

He reached into the pocket of his coat, fishing out a pocket watch. In this alien place, was Grandfather Clock - his God, and God over Whitechapel - still watching him through the clockface? Or had the connection been severed with his sudden disappearance?

Such things would be answered in due time, he told himself. For now, there was only the question of getting back. It wouldn't do to have Grandfather Clock's elite agent up and vanish in the middle of a rebellion, now would it?

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[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

"Three actually; I've got two brothers and a sister, and Calliope and Orion are older than I am. Loki's the youngest out of all of us." She neglected to add that her little brother most certainly lived up to his name-- watching over younger siblings was a chore on its own, but when the younger sibling could cause explosions whenever he was bored, it became less of a chore and more of a catastrophe.

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Alabaster arched a brow. It would stand to reason that, in their very, very brief visit before, he hadn't bothered to learn much about her. Now, though, it seemed like his stay was going to be a bit... extended, and he'd admit he was a little curious. "Do all of them collect runes, or is that just you?"

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

"No, that lovely duty belongs solely to me." Saga managed a smile, thinking back to her siblings' choices and hobbies. "It's more a responsibility than anything else, since I'm the only one with the aptitude for it. Everyone else has their own area of expertise."

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"I imagine all of you together must make quite the spectacle." He too managed a bit of a smile before leaning his head back and fixing his eyes on the ceiling. Even conversation got to be a chore in his current state. Perhaps he should have taken Saga's advice and gone back to bed.

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She only snorted quietly in response. Saga didn't like to complain, so that small sound was her only way of saying that his comment was one of the biggest understatements she'd heard in her life. There was a reason why the Laskaris siblings didn't get together very often. They'd caused their parents enough grief when they'd been growing up; things just tended to happen when they were together.

She leaned forward now, a little closer to Alabaster as she studied him. "... Hey, are you sure you're all right? You still look exhausted."

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"Mm." He sighed, shutting his eyes, but not moving otherwise. "I can certainly say I've been better." After a moment, he regarded her with a sidelong glance and a small, tired smile. "I think I will go back to bed after all."

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

Being tired was infinitely better than being dead, and she was once again relieved that whatever had intervened on Alabaster's behalf had possessed the sense to bring him here; she was starting to believe that there was only one force who would have been that deliberate.

I'm going to have to have a talk with him when I see him again...

"Are you good to move on your own?" She voiced her thoughts this time, still very much concerned. "I don't mind helping out."

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"You've done more than enough," came the reply as Alabaster hauled himself off of the couch. He grimaced slightly, his body was still protesting movement, but sleeping on the couch didn't seem like a good idea. Not that he enjoyed taking Saga's bed, but he'd gotten oil on enough of her furniture. No need to add another casualty.

Slowly, but surely, he made his way to the bedroom, pausing just long enough to say, "Thank you." And then he shut the door behind him.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

How ironic, she couldn't help thinking, too comfortable on the couch to budge after he'd left. Her mother had been on her case for years about bringing a man home, and now she had one not only taking up residency in her apartment but sleeping in her bed as well.

Somehow, she didn't think that was quite what her mother had in mind, but the thought of it brought a grin to her face all the same. All that was left to do was to wait for him to recover a little more.

Well, that and get some festive decorations up.

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Never in his life had Alabaster been glad to be completely and utterly exhausted. Had he not just passed out the second he hit the pillow, he knew he would have dreamt about his final battle. How it went, how it could have gone, how it should have ended. But no, unconscious claimed him and held tight for another couple of days.

When he finally came to, he was substantially less sore and substantially less exhausted. And also starving.

He lifted himself from the bed, with considerable improvement over his last attempt to do so, and headed for the livingroom.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

It had been a normal living room once. And yet, in the span of a few days, it was no longer normal. No, instead there were stockings attached to a wall, adjacent to a giant Christmas tree which was currently sporting strands of tinsel and assorted ornaments. The tinsel was also adorning the rest of the apartment, and the one unfortunate enough to have tried to wrestle it into submission.

"Next time we get a smaller tree," the victim was now telling the cat (visible only because of the Santa hat on his head), balancing on her toes on top of a chair just in an attempt to set a silver star on the very top of the tree. "Or maybe I'll be taller next year. What do you think, Duff?"

The low, skeptical meow wasn't very reassuring.

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Alabaster let out an amused chuckle, mostly because he was indeed amused, but also to alert her to his presence.

"It is that time of year, isn't it?" he mused, moving across the room with more ease than he had done previously. That last nap had been good for him.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

"The most wonderful time of the year," was her distracted reply, and Saga willingly accepted the opportunity to stop her precarious balancing and jump off to more solid ground, tinsel included. She looked Alabaster over then, satisfied, beamed at him.

"And look at you! You're actually standing up straight!"

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"Yes, well, at this point I should be thankful that I heal quickly," he said, absently picking tinsel out of her hair. "It seems you went all-out with the decorating. Not many people would decorate themselves in addition to their home."

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

The brunette sighed, but held still for her de-tinseling and tried not to look too embarrassed about being tidied up by someone who had originally seemed so detached from everything else. "It wouldn't be festive if I didn't deck myself out too, right?" She joked, almost belatedly. "And besides, I think it brings out my eyes!"

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He gave her a grin in response and deposited the tinsel on the tree. "I don't suppose," he remarked at length, "that you happened to keep those clothes from our last adventure?" His own clothes were pretty much ruined beyond repair, thanks to the beating he'd received.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

Had he just-- no, he couldn't have-- but he had. She couldn't remember if she'd ever seen him smile wholeheartedly, but Alabaster's grin proved her theory that she hadn't; she wouldn't have been so surprised if she'd seen it before.

Still, she couldn't stand and stare for too long, so she saluted instead. "They're actually in my closet. I thought about giving them to Duff for his bed, but he's spoiled enough as it is."

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Alabaster arched a brow. "Thank you for that, I suppose." He wouldn't have blamed her if she had. It's not as though he'd planned on returning, after all.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

"I tend to keep things I pay for," was the nonchalant response as she headed into her room to pull out the clothes and look them over. They were a little wrinkled, but nothing too noticeable, and they were bound to be better than what he'd been wearing when he'd dropped on her floor.

"Oh, and if the doorbell rings, it's probably the carolers. None of them can really carry a tune, so you'll just have to grin and bear it."

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

"Carolers, hm?" Now there would be a sight. This certainly wasn't the grimy, low-key Whitechapel Christmas he was used to, and somehow he was okay with that. At least, that's what he had to keep telling himself.

Alabaster took the change of clothes from Saga with a small nod. "Would you mind if I took a moment to clean up?" He asked, nodding towards the bathroom. A good shower and the chance to actually stay clean were not luxuries he normally had, but he didn't want to start treating Saga's house like it was his own, so he figured asking would be the polite thing to do.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

She shook her head, returning to the half-decorated tree. "Feel free to take as long as you want. It might take the water a little while to heat up, so just be warned, okay?"

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"Duly noted," he replied, and vanished into the bathroom. A little cold water was a small price to pay, after all.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

There were all sorts of things weird about the situation, but Saga had decided long ago not to dwell on them that much. It would only give her an unnecessary headache, and she got enough of those without having to do anything at all. Alabaster was here, for however long that might have been, and she'd have to figure out what to do with him before too long.

But not right now.

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Alabaster finally emerged, slightly damp, but clean and changed, holding the remains of his prior outfit in his hands. It was headed for the garbage... as soon as he rifled through all of his pockets and made sure he wasn't forgetting anything.

He made for the couch and began doing just that. Pocket watch, pistol, a knife or two, spyglass, a few other odds and ends. Just because his primary weaponry was the mechanical limbs on his own arms didn't mean he couldn't be prepared otherwise - for all the good it did him, apparently.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

Saga lifted an eyebrow as she watched him, slightly awed at just how much his pockets could hold. Any serious Girl Scout would have been impressed. However, since she'd flunked herself out of the Brownies as a precocious child, she was more amused than anything else.

"I'm surprised all of that didn't weigh you down."