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Congratulations, Bee! You’ve been accepted as your original character, The Adevist — Elias Hadley, with a face claim of Tom Austen!

Like I mentioned just a few moments ago, I’m thrilled to be welcoming a couple of patrons to the group, and I couldn’t be more excited about the dynamic that’s coming to life between Elias and Jacqueline. I love me a good god complex, and Elias manifests one in a way you can’t help but adore. That combination of charm and depravity is one that’ll come to life in all sorts of fascinating ways here, and I can’t wait to see what kind of havoc Elias brings to the Moulin, both by his dastardly self and with his equally devilish wife by his side.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Name/Alias: bee

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 20

Timezone & Activity: PST, my activity fluctuates heavily – i’m in university, under the school of engineering so i get swamped sometimes, but i’m always on my computer and i try my best to communicate my activity levels to the main/players i write with: anywhere from 4-7/10, i would say!

IN CHARACTER

Character Group: Patron

Character Title: The Adevist

Name: Elias Hadley

FC: Tom Austen

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 35

Occupation: Transportation Mogul/Import and Export of Luxury Goods

How long has your character been around the Moulin Rouge? On and off through the better part of a couple years. Elias was first introduced to the Moulin Rouge by Jacqueline when they had been in France for business, and it quickly evolved into a tradition of sorts, to spend time together and yet separately there. It’s not about the sex – it never is. It’s always about the power, and all the characters he interacts with.

How did the fire impact your character? To say that anything other than his or Jacqueline’s wellbeing matters is to fundamentally misinterpret him – he cares little for things not directly his or hers, and less for things that don’t belong to them at all. The fire was unfortunate, and the lives lost even more so, but it presented a undeniably good business opportunity to invest and to ply his trade – not as much as the main investor, but little tidbits here and there to lay a claim, to possess even just a minor part of the Moulin Rouge: after all, a man in imports is always a good connection to have.

Biography: You are not a religious man – nor was your father, nor his before him. The family, of course, has always laid claim to that title of Christian, because no matter the generation, you are always people of appearances, and “good” is an important mask to wear. But the masks you wear are not to be confused with self, and that is an important distinction to make, and one that many forget to. You have always lived in constant denial about gods, if there exist any other than yourself: you fundamentally disagree that there is any higher power other than yourself in your life. You are your own master: this is what your family has impressed upon you from a young age, growing up in as godless a place as the imperial west. You have the good fortune of being born into it, but before the Hadleys were anything, they were nothings. Your family makes their fortune in gold in the 1850’s, as many people in the west do in that day, but they refuse to slink away even after they gorge their weight in gold; no, they stay and they begin paving the way to connect their fortune all over the continent. First, they own the trains, snaking through plains and mountains, conquering the states – and then it is the ships, starting the slow web around the globe. Your father tells you: never forget that we came from nothing, but never let anyone else remember it. It is something you take to heart. So you continue through your life, eyes and hands raised to the heavens, reaching, ready to grab them and swallow them whole given half the chance – you are as desperately ambitious as a starved man, even as you dress in your tailored suits, and eat the finest foods. This sort of inborn tenacity makes you a difficult man to stomach, and makes it more difficult to achieve your ends, so you add a slick sort of charm to your repertoire, adopting whatever gambit best suits your needs; soon, people cease being people, and become games, become things that you can win at depending on the sort of strategy you approach them with. You have scarcely had a need or want that wasn’t fulfilled, so you’re not entirely sure where the satisfaction in owning things comes from. You know where your deadly pride comes from; it is a family heirloom, carefully passed from generation to generation, Lucifer’s descendants perpetually beholden to themselves. But you suppose possession is another form of pride, and simply accept that people will ascribe it to greed. You do not mind being misunderstood; it is simply fact that you are too much to grasp, sometimes. Eventually, it comes time for you to take a highborn wife to add to your family’s fortune. It will be a marriage of mutual benefits, a mere obligation – the very idea of it bores you, as do most of the potential women you are to wed with. There is nothing wrong with them, per se, and it is not disrespect and disinterest on a personal level; you simply bore of just about everyone and everything. There is a parade of women through your family’s salon, each one different from the last, but no less transparent. You give up on the idea that anyone will ever understand you. But then you hear your parents discussing a new choice quietly in a salon: this change interests you. Words are passed around: French, beautiful, difficult. Each of these things piques your interest: despite the family business of transportation, your father does not like to risk his heir and saddle you anywhere, and the idea of someone from anywhere outside of California is mildly interesting, at the very least. Beautiful, of course, because beauty is of worth to you, but most of all: difficult. This is what ultimately catches your attention, because the well-behaved, docile types that have graced your salon can’t hold a candle to difficult. She is different from the rest, and for that, you think she may be worth a second of your time. When you meet her, it quickly becomes apparent that you were wrong about her, and yet, you have never been so happy about being wholly wrong. Jacqueline is not just worth a second of your time; she is worth all of the seconds you have ever had, and all of the rest to come. She is of a rare sort, and you fancy yourself a collector – this is not to say you are her owner; no, you would hate that. You’re an owner of many things, and to lower her to that sort of banality is an offense to her and an offense to you: she is a rare equal, and thereby, you enjoy having the bits of herself that she allows you to possess. Wife. It is a fine word indeed. And she owns a portion of you in return: husband. You had long since resigned yourself to the word, but she breathes new life into it – it is no longer an empty new moniker for you to add to your list, it is a title you bear with pride, to represent the fact that now an integral part of you is her. Your wedding ring never leaves your finger – you never want the world to forget the woman by your side. Cherchez la femme. Look for the woman. You are sure you love her; there is little you can say to express the appropriate amount of love you bear for her. You have never once believed in a higher power than yourself, and yet, with the introduction of Jacqueline into your life, you see yourself slowly become a religious man, worshipping at the altar of her: she alone lays claim to your zealous devotion, she becomes the religion you grew up without. She challenges you, and she irritates you terribly sometimes, but it never fails to make you love her more than ever – each day is a lesson in how much more you could possibly appreciate her. She introduces you to the Moulin Rouge one day, and it is a whole new component to your marriage, a new facet though it is already multifaceted and unendingly interesting to you. You soon realize it doesn’t matter who you or your wife toys with in the Moulin Rouge, and it becomes a playground, a hunting ground. You still never take your ring off, and it glints with your depravity. Your wife won’t mind? Someone asks. Mind? You laugh. She’d sooner join us than mind. This is a truth for both you and her: it matters little who occupies your time in there, as long as you return to each other, and you always will.

Potential Plot Points: Elias is supremely self absorbed, but has a bit of a nasty habit in appearing he’s not and he has a preternatural love for toying with anyone he sees fit with little to no concern over their well being. I can see him fitting in with all sorts of people simply because he’s amused by them; alternatively, he’s all too happy to take a backseat and watch whatever his wife is doing at the moment: their cruel amusement feeds off one another. Then again, he’s also wont to partake in the same amusements as well.

#accepted #accepted: the adevist

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thorne93 · 7 years

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Past VS Present (Part 2)

Prompt: Imagine being best friends with Loki, but this wasn’t always the case, since you’d grown up with Anakin Skywalker. And when Anakin needs your help one day, it starts a wave of events.

Word Count: 2427

Warnings: language (later in series), drama...? idk

Notes: This takes place like right before Thor 1 and after-ish Revenge of the Sith (without Anakin turning) Thanks a million to my beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes I couldn’t have finished this without you. and @queendivaofthedark you were amazing, thank you so much!

Crossover of Thor (Loki) and Star Wars

Tags (let me know if you want added or removed): @phantomgirl2298 @munlis

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After you traveled through the vortex, and landed at the foot of the Jedi temple, you ran throughout it, trying to find Anakin. You asked every face you saw for him. Finally, they pointed you in the right direction and you found him in a meditation room.

“Anakin!” you sighed with relief as you ran to him. It was in that instant that everything else was forgotten. The past three years of Asgard, Thor, Sif, being a warrior, your status, your duty to your new land...Loki, all of it was forgotten. All you cared about in that moment was Anakin Skywalker.

He stood, grinned widely at you, and hugged you tightly, the feeling of home and comfort surrounded you.

“Y/N,” he greeted and you two quickly left the meditation room.

“I got your message. What’s troubling you?” you asked as you held his hands. By the Force, he had gotten handsome. If you weren’t so worried about him, your cheeks would be red as you stood before him. His hair had grown, it’d become wavy, his face had matured, his jawline more defined, his lips more plump. He’d turned into the image of pure handsomeness, so much so your breath halted in your throat once you took him in.

“Come, not here,” he instructed as he pulled you to his room and shut the door. Once you settled on his couch, he asked if you needed something to drink.

“No, please, Anakin, you called out for me, tell me what’s going on,” you pleaded as you gestured for him to sit. He obliged and sat next to you, pulling one leg up so he could face you.

“It’s good to see you,” he informed, his deep voice so full of emotion you almost melted.

You were about to burst from anticipation however, and your feelings could wait. “As it is you, but Anakin--”

“Yes, yes…” He waved you off. “I--uh--I feel a pull to the dark side,” he said suddenly and your stomach dropped.

“Anakin,” you breathed, touching his shoulder, your brows pulling together. “Whatever for?”

“My visions. They...They’re of you,” he said quickly, his dark eyes on yours.

“Of me? What of me?” you questioned.

With a pinched face and a pained voice, he told you, “Just like the ones of my mother, you’re dying in it.”

You took a second to process this. Anakin’s visions had always proved true. There was no reason to question them now, but to your knowledge, you were in no danger. You slowly shook your head.

“Okay, Anakin...I believe you but as far as I know, I’m in no danger...so what does all of this have to do with the dark side?”

He waited a moment, pursing his lips, and his robotic fist curled. “I...Well, I confided in Senator Palpatine that I was worried for you and he told me that...that a Sith had the power to stop death.”

You sighed. “Palpatine? You should not put your faith in him, Anakin, I do not trust him,” you said.

“I know. I know you don’t. But what choice do I have, Y/N?” he asked as he whirled off the couch. “I can’t let you die,” he said.

You stood as he faced away from you.

“Does your vision show you where or how I die?”

“No, but if it is anything like my mother, it will be soon,” he answered while he spun to be face to face with you. “I can’t have that happen. I’ve already lost so much, please don’t let me lose you too.”

You pursed your lips.

“What if I stayed for a few days? To show you that I’m not in harm’s way?”

“But my vision--”

You silenced him with a finger to his mouth. “Anakin, your visions have always told the truth, so when the time comes, we will deal with it, but promise me you will stay away from Palpatine and any darkness.”

A moment passed between you two, your finger still on his mouth. You knew this worried him, it must if he was considering going to the dark side just to save you. The fear fell off him in waves and ebbed into your own Force aura. You wanted to wash his fear away, but there was nothing to do but you knew going to the Dark Side was not an option.

He nodded and you lifted your finger from his mouth. He finally broke the silence. “Very well.”

He led you back to the sofa by the hand.

“So how has your new life been?” he asked in a more cheerful tone, a smile playing at his plump lips.

“It’s been very good.”

“Where did you end up?”

“Asgard. I am King Odin’s warrior. I fight with the Princes, as one of the top ranked fighters.”

“Is that so?” he asked with a grin. “Well congratulations. That sounds...fulfilling.”

“It is. And you? It must be so nice to be a Master!” you said excitedly as you beamed at him.

He had a half smile on his face. “I wouldn’t exactly know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” you demanded, irritation in your voice. “Surely they’ve granted you the title of Master by now.”

“No, Y/N, they haven’t,” he sighed as he answered.

“But that’s preposterous! You deserve to be master more than anyone!” you objected. Anakin was the best Jedi the Force had ever seen and to deny him his right as a Master was ridiculous.

“The council doesn’t think I’m ready,” he tried gently.

You scoffed. “The council. Hah! You’re more than ready. See, this is why I am happy with King Odin. With the Jedi there are so many...rules.”

“Ah yes, the rules. Is that why you left?”

You shrugged. “Partially,” you answered with a slight sigh. “All of the politics and the rules and guidelines, surely you must understand my desire to leave.”

“I know the Jedi are strict but it’s for a good reason,” he countered.

“While that may be,” you started, “they don’t allow for a normal life, Anakin. Your entire life is devoted to them. That isn’t a life. I needed freedom. I can not be chained to a religion or practice. I need freedom to go where I wish, live where I want...love who I want…”

“Love? Have you found love?”

You laughed awkwardly at the question, Loki slamming hard into the forefront of your mind. Thinking of Loki and sitting next to Anakin felt entirely alien. A bout of guilt built itself in your stomach.

Much like earlier, when you forgot of your beloved Prince, you remembered that for your three years in Asgard in Loki’s presence you’d let your memory of Anakin slip. You’d told Loki of him when you first started to become close years ago. Loki had asked about your previous life, where you came from, your family, all of it. Of course, Anakin was the subject of most of your stories and memories, Obi-Wan making a guest appearance often, but mostly Anakin. However, once you stayed longer and longer around Loki, his memories took the place of the memories of the Jedi and Anakin.

How could you let the man you’d grown up with slip from your memory?

“Uh, no, not quite,” you answered and left it at that. “And you? Last I heard, you and Padme had found love with each other, is that true?” You weren’t sure why but you were hoping sincerely that he wouldn’t say yes. Something gnawed within you.

“Senator Padme? No,” he replied, shaking his head with a small laugh. “That would be highly inappropriate and neither of us feel that way about each other. We are simply friends.”

“Ah, good.”

“Good?”

You realized what you just said and scrambled to correct it. “I mean that...uh...it’s good because otherwise you’d have to hide your relationship or leave the Jedi so I’m glad you’re not in that position.”

“Ah, right,” he agreed with a slight nod, looking a little dejected.

Anakin couldn’t….no...no, he couldn’t...care for you like that, could he? Surely not. He was a Jedi, forbidden to love. At least, forbidden to admit they were in love.

Furthermore, why did you want Anakin to want you? He was your best friend. Your childhood companion. He wasn’t allowed to love you and doing so would destroy his career as a Jedi…

For the life of you though, you wanted that. You wanted Anakin to want you the way you wanted him. You wanted that romantic flame to ignite between you two….

But...hadn’t you wanted the same thing moments before Anakin filled your mind? Loki was in the middle of a request, question, or something rather, and you had been filled with optimism and hope that it was for the same thing you were wanting of Anakin now.

In fact, if you thought about it, you’d had these feelings for Anakin for a long time. Right before you’d left, you had wanted to ask him to run away with you. You wanted him to join you on your quest for a new life, but between the war, and Padme, and the guilt of making him leave the thing he was destined for, you decided against it. But at that time, you suppose you felt more than friendship for him, and another part of leaving was that feeling those things shouldn’t have made you feel guilty, but being a Jedi it did - so you left. You knew the only way to get over Anakin and to have the freedom to love someone would be to leave the thing holding you back.

You and Anakin caught up a little more, him telling you of recent missions, you telling of yours. You mentioned Loki, Thor, and the others and life living in a palace. Before long though, he suggested you come say hi to Obi-Wan and the others.

Obi-Wan was teaching so you came in and stood at the top of the stairs until they were dismissed. You observed him. He had grown more handsome as well, his hair growing out and he had filled out even more, looking more and more like an adult. He was possibly the best master anyone could hope for. He stood at the bottom for a moment, collecting his things before he glanced up, sensing the presence in the room.

“Anakin, what’re--Y/N?” he gasped, his eyes going wide.

“Hello, Obi-Wan,” you greeted sweetly.

“My goodness!” He dropped his things and ran up to hug you. “It’s been too long, Y/N! How are you? Are you returning? How long have you been here?” he asked, volleying so many questions your head started to spin.

“I’m just visiting, Obi-Wan,” you answered, quieting his excitement, trying to ignore the pang of guilt that assaulted your stomach as you saw his face fall.

“Oh, I see. So what brings you to us?”

“My visions,” Anakin interjected. “I told her.”

Obi-Wan’s gaze shifted to his Padawan. “You told her of your visions. Anakin,” he sighed disappointedly.

“No, I’m glad he told me,” you assured, touching Obi-Wan’s arm. “I am. His visions haven’t been wrong yet. I plan to stay a few days to see if that eases things, to see if his vision goes away.”

“Very well. Well, would you care to grab some dinner?”

“I would be delighted,” you said with a soft smile.

“Excellent!”

Obi-Wan gathered his things and you, him, Anakin, Master Yoda, and Master Windu had dinner together in the temple.

“So, Y/N, how is life outside of the Jedi?” Master Windu asked.

“It’s...liberating?” you said cautiously. “Forgive me, it’s just--”

Windu held his hand up. “No need. It’s not for everyone. We’d rather you leave on good terms than to reject our ways and turn to the Dark Side.”

A glance was shared between you and Anakin as you sat next to each other.

“I’m glad you see it that way,” you said softly. “It really is good. I work alongside the Princes in Asgard as one of the head warriors.”

“That’s a respectable job,” Obi-Wan commended.

“Did you expect something different?” you questioned with a laugh before taking a sip of your drink.

Obi-Wan grinned and responded matter-of-factly, “No, in fact, I expected just that. How did you manage that?”

“Well, once I left here, I had heard King Odin was looking for a new warrior to help lead his army so I came to his land. I told them I was looking for the position, they informed me I would be added to the list of 1000 contenders. And so I was. We would have a battle royale of sorts, fighting each other in small rounds, the victors moving on to the next round, so on and so forth until eventually, I defeated them all.” You shrugged slightly. “King Odin saw me fight, seemed impressed, he seemed to enjoy the fact that I could use the Force and gave the honor of serving among his men and sons.”

“And do you enjoy it?” Obi-Wan asked.

Oh absolutely. I’m helping people, I am fighting, I am free to read, learn, travel a little, and I’ve made great friends.”

Everyone at the table smiled at you.

“It would seem that leaving the Jedi was the best choice for you then,” Obi-Wan noted.

“I wouldn’t say that,” you sheepishly said.

The rest of the night was wonderful, as your old friends filled you in on all of the happenings, events, good and bad, updating you on all things as you did the same for them with your new life. Certainly, nostalgia was brought on, just being in the Jedi temple brought back feelings of home. Anakin and Obi-Wan and the other Masters had saved your life more than once on different occasions, and you for them. They were your family when you never knew what a family was.

Yoda, filled with so much wisdom, he reminded you of the King and Queen. Windu with his wit reminded you of Fandral. Obi-Wan reminded you of Hogun with his responsibility. You’d missed them very much, but while they were an amazing group of people to be around, so were Thor, Loki, Sif, Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg. Not to mention the King and Queen and all of the acquaintances that came with them.

Your past was just as good as your future. The only difference was that there was freedom in your future.

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