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“Well, too bad, isn’t it.” He sounded not at all sorry, obviously, still looking rather tense. “Was there anything else you wanted to waste my time with, or...?”

His upper lip curled. “If not, I’ll be going back to work, then.”

“Huh.” Paige looked at his ears with a curious frown. She wondered if it had been a professional job, she couldn’t even tell they had been cut.

“Elves are lucky enough for that, I guess,” she said with a huff. “Fairies are too physically different from humans for that.”

She wished she could change herself permanently, she had never been happy with her true appearance.

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a-real-paige-turner:

“You’re in my territory,” she stated, as though it were obvious. She didn’t outwardly seem hostile about it, though, but that could change. “I’m a fae and we don’t take well to unwanted guests.”

She cocked her head curiously at his answer and hummed. “I suppose that explains why you feel so familiar. He’s more saturated than you are,” and at least now she knew why. Sportacus didn’t exactly try to hide what he was, but she’d barely ever had a single conversation with him so she’d never had the opportunity to ask about it.

“What’d you do?” she asked, leaning forward curiously. “To hide it, I mean, I can tell you’re not wearing a glamour.”

Anton frowned. What he did was... pretty brutal, all things considered, really. There were probably better ways to achieve what he wanted, but.... He ran a hand over the curve of his ears.

“They’re cut.” He said curtly. “An easy fix, really. No glamour needed if I can just make it... a little more permanent, hm.”

He hadn’t actually met fae, though, and thus ended up being more curious than he should be, considering the situation right now.

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Anton pulled a face. Oh, good, she was actually going to ask that question. He hated it - hated that other magical beings could still tell he wasn’t human and that all his efforts were for nothing. He glared at her.

“What are you?” He shot back, lips curling in indignation. “You’ve got some gall asking me-”

If she actually did know- and there was a high possibility she did - there was no point in trying to keep it from her, either. Anton rubbed his temples. “Never mind, I don’t care. I’m an elf.” He paused. “...I assume you don’t know your local hero is one, then, since he’s my brother. Hm.”

If he was going to be exposed, at least he’d ruin his brothers’ day as well.

Paige looked back at him over her shoulder and frowned. With a huff, she slapped her own book closed and dropped it on the desk before turning back around to stare at him blatantly, with crossed arms. She could feel his magic mingling with the charged atmosphere her own magic had left behind after the last year and it was making her twitchy.

She clucked her tongue and considered the man, sneering at her like she’d just pissed in his coffee or something, and considered the predicament. She didn’t normally like other magical beings in her library, it was a threat to her territory and she was thus far unable to ignore that aspect of her nature.

“What are you?” she finally asked, deciding it would be easier for both of them if she just asked the question. “You reek of magic. Why?”

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bluesportaelf:

“ Sure. ”

Was his simple, harsh reply, actually shoving past the other and flipping away before he could even be stopped, stiff in his movements with anger clouding his mind. A quick work out should loosen him up, and of course playing with the kids. But until Anton left, far too many things would be plaguing him in the back of his mind.

Luckily, playing a game with the kids did in fact lighten his spirits, and it distracted him from the negative emotions and situation that were currently going on. Then again, when didn’t the kids make him feel better, even in the lowest of times?

Anton didn’t actually show his face again until after nightfall, just before eight. He knew Sportacus would be going to bed very soon, and thus, would be easy to find.

If he could figure out where that airship was, of course.

When he did find it, he waited - hopefully, Sportacus hadn’t gone up to the ship just yet

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a-real-paige-turner:

Paige snorted derisively at him, but didn’t otherwise comment. She picked up the book and leaned back in her desk chair, burying her face in the pages and pretending to read while sneaking glances at him over the top. There really was something oddly familiar about him, something she recognized, but couldn’t place, through the buzz of repressed magic that flowed off him.

For all intents and purposes, he looked like a perfectly normal, if overly snobbish, human. Nothing about his features hinted at him being anything but - cold, human eyes, blond hair, round ears; but then, Paige was intimately familiar with the ability to hide inhuman traits.

She didn’t say anything, but when she realized she’d been staring at him for a full-on minute she snapped her eyes back to her book and turned her back to him, the chair squeaking with the force of her spin.

His usual response would have to try and shut her up - most people that stared at him were up to no good, and she was no exception. He just felt that, just maybe, his brother would be... very slightly upset if he resorted to these means.

So he sat, glaring holes into his laptop, hoping she wouldn’t ask stupid questions. If she brought up the idea he was not entirely human... which made him think, did these people know Sportacus himself wasn’t really human, either...?

“..c.an I help you?” Anton sneered over the edge of his screen.

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a-real-paige-turner:

Paige snorted derisively at him, but didn’t otherwise comment. She picked up the book and leaned back in her desk chair, burying her face in the pages and pretending to read while sneaking glances at him over the top. There really was something oddly familiar about him, something she recognized, but couldn’t place, through the buzz of repressed magic that flowed off him.

For all intents and purposes, he looked like a perfectly normal, if overly snobbish, human. Nothing about his features hinted at him being anything but - cold, human eyes, blond hair, round ears; but then, Paige was intimately familiar with the ability to hide inhuman traits.

She didn’t say anything, but when she realized she’d been staring at him for a full-on minute she snapped her eyes back to her book and turned her back to him, the chair squeaking with the force of her spin.

He sat up when he realised she’d been staring for a minute or so now. His hand slammed the laptop shut, and he glared.

“What do you want.” She had better not - no, this was ridiculous. Anton sneered, sitting down again. “Would you mind - I’m trying to work.” He said, but did not move the laptop back up again. “You’re being very, very rude.”

If anyone ever brought up the fact he was not as human as he liked to present, he usually shut them up quickly. He just feared that his usual... means.... wouldn’t quite work.

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(I keep clicking this instead of the original but like. This is Anton’s channel, isn’t it?)

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bluesportaelf:

While the other jogged, Sportacus went faster, putting a cold distance between the two of them very promptly. He doesn’t answer for a minute or so, tense, silent until they arrive at the house that was to be given to Anton. Only then he speaks, and he does so stiffly.

“ Why would you care that I am worried.     They are kids. They are kids that I care about and take care of.  So yes, I worry. Here is the house. Enjoy. Don’t cause trouble.”

He couldn’t take trying to put on a nice facade with the other man anymore, he just couldn’t do it. If anything he made himself grow cold, not making eye contact and beginning to walk away. This was entirely against his morals, but if Anton couldn’t bother, not even since they were kids, at least that Sportacus could remember, then he wasn’t going to bother either. It was a waste of energy. Regardless it would be easy enough to hide his inner turmoil from the kids. If they find out about Anton, sure, he can find a way to deal with that. But from now on he’s denying he’s his brother. As if he ever had one.

“ Welcome to Lazytown. ”

He took the key, but did not make motion to unlock the door. “You misunderstand.” He said, coldly.  “I never said I’d harm the children - unless they decided to mess with my affairs. In that regard, they’re no different than adults to me. They should know better than to-”

He sped up, almost running after his brother.

“Teach them manners, and I’ll be the most civil person you can imagine. Fail to do so , and-” He stepped around Sportacus, blocking his way.

“They’ll regret it. Simple, yes?”

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a-real-paige-turner:

“Mhmm, research?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, leaning her weight on her right arm. She was tempted to ask what exactly he was researching, but she found she didnt really care to know. Whatever it was couldn’t be good.

“The wifi here is crap, just so you know,” she told him eventually, turning her attention the the book on her desk. It was the one thing she hadn’t bothered to fix - she certainly never used it, and no one ever came in to. The database was internal as well, and didn’t require internet access so she didn’t see the point.

It had a bad habit of going out at random, generally at the most frustrating times, and could take a few minutes, to a few hours to come back on.

Anton did not deign her with a response. He wasn’t really using the internet, just kind of ... moving files around. Honestly, anyone using barely-encrypted wifi for business affairs was asking for trouble. And he was not an idiot, thank you very much.

“Good. It fits the overall tone of the establishment, then.” He snapped, selecting a string of text. “And its host, what a coincidence.”

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bluesportaelf:

“ I went as fast as I could.”

He shoves the key into Anton’s hand, rigid. He’s more stiff than he was before, watching their surroundings and slowly crossing his arms. Sportacus had a million things nagging at the back of his head, but he’d deal with them later, by himself. He’s done everything by himself so far that was personal, and that wasn’t going to change. People needed him, and he couldn’t risk to have it the other way around. The very few times the kids had to save him had him at the highest point of anxiety, and though he was very thankful, and he would never stop being thankful, he had to focus more to make sure it would never happen again.

“ Here is the key to the house.     Follow me, I will take you there, you can get situated.”

“You know, that means very little. You can go as fast as you can and still take a while.” He slips the key into his pocket. “I’m hurt. If I wanted to ... harm anyone, they wouldn’t be here to complain about it anymore.”

He did break into a slight jog, following his brother, even i he was still pouting and looking every bit like a child that didn’t didn’t get his way.

“Why are you so worried?”

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acedia-epicure:

Vail’s eyes have been meeting his or close enough to the entire encounter, but at the question she averted them, not wanting him to see the answer in her expression. Also grateful that he’s not so in her face anymore. 

“W- uhm, y’know, they’re, neighbor-y, enough, I dunno I don’t like talking, to them, kinda reclusive haha, you know. Nothing really happens round here. Small- small town.”

“Hmm.But you didn’t answer my question.” Leave it to him to sound threatening still, somehow. “What is it they do? What - I want to know what they spend their time with.”

Why was it so hard to get answers out of people.

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bluesportaelf:

He doesn’t fully respond, but he stiffens, pausing to look back at him before he leaves, heading at full speed, as fast as he’s able. He tries not to think about it. He tries his best. But the anxiety rising in his throat, and the hundred different scenarios rushing to his head didn’t help him in the least.

When he talked to the mayor it was quick, rushed, and urgent. The attitude alone made the man not ask questions and lend the key to Sportacus for as long as it was needed. He couldn’t thank the mayor enough but there was no time for that.

Within a few minutes he was already rushing back to deliver the key to Anton and get him to a house to stay in hopes it would distract him from interacting with the kids. If he hasn’t already.

He hadn’t come across any of the kids while waiting - luckily, to say the least. What he had been doing was mostly stay in the same spot, slowly getting more and more put off. Why Sportacus had to pretend like he was somehow something dangerous that had to be contained when he was’t even aiming for that was beyond him - he hadn’t even pulled his gun.

Yet.

He pulled a face when Sportacus returned. “You took so long.” He complained.

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bluesportaelf:

“ Always the dumb little brother, yes?”

Sportacus actually allowed a chuckle at this, head down as the platform lowers, the ladder thankfully already dropped. Quickly, he gets on it, getting himself down to ground level. Perhaps he had become smarter in terms of meeting up with Anton. He’s learned that it’s best to just… Not. At least. Not talk, not care, not show emotion, to just not. It helped everything just get over, and Sportacus was slowly coming to terms that he didn’t… Have a brother anymore.

He hero could get shot and his friends would care more. Even Robbie.

He shakes the feeling off, planting his feet on the ground.

“ … I will go get a key from the mayor for one of the empty homes…     Just… Wait here. I will be right back. And if the kids approach just…   Tell them Sportacus said not to talk to you. ”

With that he was gone, flipping off as quickly as he could to do as he said he would.

“As if you’ve ever been anything else.” Anton replied, coldly. At being told he was to stand there and tell anyone passing by his brother did not want him to talk to them, he raised a brow. 

“...you cant stop them, you know. Besides, they’re not a threat.” He adjusted his cuffs, then his suit jacket. “They’ll be fine as long as they behave. And...”

He moved closer to his brother, the faintest idea of a smile on his face. Sportacus may have wanted to cut ties with him as soon as possible but Anton wasn’t quite so keen on that anymore.

“You can’t hide me forever.”

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bluesportaelf:

“ Al… Right… Uhm…     There are a few free houses that are not being used.   I… Will ask the mayor. I will tell you are… A good friend. ”

He stares at the other for a second longer, a little offput by his tone. Geez. He then flips to grab his backpack, and over to the platform again. He sighs, lightly giving the panel a stomp to signal it to go down.

“ Come on then.     I doubt you enjoy being here,     so let’s get you a place as soon as possible, yes? I will warn you, there is nothing fancy here, no nice wines or rich complex foods. I hope you can deal with that.”

“You are right. I hate it here.” There’s not even the attempt at making it sound nice - he hated this, and he made it abundantly clear. Coming to Lazytown didn’t have to mean he would enjoy it, not by a long shot. “I’m glad you picked up on this so soon, really. Saves us a lot of trouble.”

He joined Sportacus on the platform, making sure to stay as far away from his brother as the limited space would allow. “Maybe you are smarter than I gave you credit for. What a surprise.”

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acedia-epicure:

The chanting of ‘fuck’ in her head grew louder. “Lazytown - well - it’s pretty shitty, honest. Um, I don’t- I don’t like talking to the neighbors, because, something always seems to go wrong.” Her laugh was loaded with hysteria, and bit off too soon.

“People here, really like to be active. Running and playing and stuff. And it’s always so, sunshine-y? Everyone seems to like it here, but I don’t - I dunno - maybe it’s something wrong with me–” There’s no reason to justify anything to this guy.

“Ah.” That seemed to be about what he had expected, really - a lot of sunshine and happiness that he wouldn’t be able to do anything with. So, nothing out of the blue. He let go of her and actually physically took a step backwards.

“...so.... you don’t like your neighbours.” He began, still somehow sounding threatening. “Why? What do they do?”

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bluesportaelf:

He doesn’t press, instead looking away and towards the ground, head down as he slowly picks his apple back up, moving to take a bite but… He’s suddenly not that hungry. He throws the apple away into a garbage disposal in the wall.

“ I… I’m sorry.     I know you do not like that…  Forget it. ”

Sportacus manages a small smile, attempting to make peace as he fills a glass of water for himself, downing it quickly. He needed that. Rubbing his chin and dragging his hand over his mouth, he tries to think of something to switch to.

“ You… are welcome to stay here if you wish.      Lazytown doesn’t have… Hotels or anything.  I can set you up a place, if you wish.     It is the least I can do, if you do not want me doing anything else.  ”

“It sure did take you a while to figure that out.” He snapped, sounding a lot more angry than he feels. There’s always a it of a disconnect between the way he feels and acts, anyway, since he tends to over-exaggerate more often than not, an unfortunate side.effect of the job, so to speak.

A place would be nice, especially since he didn’t plan on staying in the airship longer than he had to, Anton shrugged.

"If you have a house, then yes. Otherwise, I will stay.” He sure did manage to make it sound like a thinly-veiled threat as he said it, though.