Out of Character Information for Journal

A brief-ish history of what the fuck is happening in this journal. Alec is rather free with his history. Half the time he makes it up as he goes along. Inhabiting this journal are several versions, or alternates, of Alec. One or two are sort of meta-aware of the others. The rest exist on their own. Also as this journal is for a character who is actively having his history built as he's a character in my novel series, facts about his past, present and future change. For Alec aware of these things, all of them are true and he finds it mildly amusing.

The best example of this is in regards to his love life. Currently he's had several lovers since the start of this journal. It began with his wife, Verra verra_rose, and Lorac lorac_seriph (Yes, I know real creative journal names.) Lorac was/is his insane soul-mate as it stands currently, though this is in flux. Then there was Jono cutting_visions, Alec's old lover. In several RPs back listed, he's been shown as an abusive and possessive lover. However, in writing the novels, he just didn't work like that, and I discovered that he was actually madly in love with Alec and while being an utter prat he's still not abusive. In fact he took over Verra's role who while they were friends I couldn't really feel any romantic chemistry with. (But this is a very recent development)

With me so far?

Then! In the course of the Role Playing Alec met a fire god name Kairos who was played by someone else and they started up a relationship. And it was good. There was much sex. However, Alec being an utter flake, flirted with anyone who came by (male and female) upset Kairos' player and she retconed their relationship. Alec wasn't too happy about it and he cried for a while, but got over it. And he met another nice man named Michael and they dated for a while and then shit happened and they sort of didn't break up. I tried to restart Alec's continuity.

It didn't work. The bastard refused to restart. This is what you get when you have a meta aware pup.

SO! Currently Alec is back to his beginning state of being marvelously self aware of the fourth wall to the point of ignoring it entirely. However, never fear, he'll not break it for your pups in a role-play. He'll just present himself as a rather spazzy individual with too much power; which he'll freely admit to having, and somewhat of a (sort of homeless) drifter through the multiverse.

He does have some homes per-say. There's the Passages Inn, which he doesn't really use any more and then his canon home which he acknowledges its existence but doesn't really live there because he as he is now doesn't fit.

He is trying to start up a relationship with Phoenix ashes_ascending and if things go well, try and crash there. So far things are going well.

There will probably also be bits and pieces of story bits that I throw up here as they occur to me.
suit I see you

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Well, I changed my user name. After ... years of being just my name I decided to go for something actually descriptive of what I am. Admittedly this is more my canon me, but I think it fits. And besides, chaos is totally an element if I want it to be.

My brother got a new account all together. troven_tinkerer, but all the details haven't been filled in yet. Mostly because Kips never really used his old account so why not make him a new one? I suppose that means Lar should get one too. Jono's already works with cutting_visions . Personally I think it was fifteen bucks well spent on my name change.

But of course I do. I'm vain like that.

So. Yeah. New name, same old nut.

Oh! And I got to talk to Michael after AGES.

Twin flames

Scariest thing on purpose.

daemonmuses prompt. Week Four

The scariest thing you've ever done on purpose.

Oh this one is easy. Defy the King of the Fey. In the middle of the Wild Hunt.

If there's one way to get yourself easily killed is to do that. But he'd turned a woman into a doe for sport. She had been on the crossroads on a misty night, which is never a smart thing to do. But she was still a woman. I could see her daemon, it was a ghost-deer running along side of her. Gave me chills to see it.

The fey don't have daemons you know. They can fake it real well if they're pretending to be human, but the don't have them. I guess it's because they're not mortal. I mean, my family's daemon's have always been a bit off. Never really quite settling like others. They could not change form for years and then, just for a second, they will. I think it's the fey blood in us. The Fey are mutable, timeless, and so just a tiny bit of it is us. Even more than what fives me the pointy ears.

But I had been dragged onto the Wild Hunt by the King and we were out chasing this woman. And she was terrified beyond measure. Huge dogs with red eyes and black horses without horns and glowing black eyes as well - like fire. All I could do was hold on.

We - no the Hunt- cornered her in a small boxed in area in the woods. There was no way to escape. And so I... I attacked the king, pushing ahead of him and putting myself between him and the woman. Trey was big, in his phoenix form, I guess that's about when he mostly really settled, flying around her not letting the dogs get close.

The King... He was enraged. Have you ever seen a storm, I mean a real storm that makes everyone hide inside, lighting flashing and thunder booming for hours on end and you're sure it's the gods coming to destroy the world? It was like that. His anger just seem to encompass the entire world.

I didn't move.

I was scared to death.

I was sure I was going to die.

But I didn't move. I couldn't move. I couldn't let the woman die like that.

He tried to strike me down, but suddenly I had a sword in my hands. The sword in my hands. The Sword of Dragons. It chose me as its champion. It left Marlina.

After that there wasn't anything he could really do to me.

Well except break my arm and leave some nasty scars.

The important thing was that he let the woman go.

That, that was the scariest thing I ever did on purpose.
Flickering flame

Just Can't Mix it Up.

daemonmuses prompt:

Something you've tried to learn, but were never good at.

The exasperated sigh that Marlina let out made Alec cringe. She looked like she wanted to throw her hands up in the air and stomp off to go yell at something. But instead she took a deep breath with her eyes closed and calmed herself down. Putting a hand on Alma she stroked the patchy colored hound's fur before looking at him.

"Let's try this again," she said. "Hold out your hands."

He obeyed her, following her through the exercise they'd gone through a hundred times (at least it seemed like it) before today. Hold out your hands and call the four elements to you. When you had them all together, merge them into one song. She made it look easy. He could see her do it.

She said it was the basic building block to using elemental magic properly. It was the merged energy that made them special, that let them do things that other wizards couldn't do.

But he just couldn't do it.

Every time he tried, the energies would swirl together, they would twist together, they would loop around together, but he just couldn't get them to become one.

Staring at the four of them, he could hear the song of them whistling in his mind and he tried to get them to melt together. They pushed at each other like bubbles and then just popped.

Groaning Alec put his head in his hands. "I'm sorry," he said.

Marlina sighed. "It's all right. You're coming into this too late. You just need to work on it. We'll try again tomorrow. Go take a break."

Alec stood up and held out his arm, letting Trey land on it. The daemon fluffed himself up and walked onto his shoulder. He looked like he was settling on a phoenix form, but sometimes he took a few others - always flying creatures - but generally a phoenix. It made sense a lot of Trovens had Phoenix daemons. Once done, Alec walked off towards one of the quiet gardens in the fey palace grounds.

"It's not fair," he said when they were out of earshot of Marlina.

Trey clicked his beak. "She's right. You came into it late. We'll keep on practicing. You'll get it."

"Maybe," Alec allowed.
Twin flames

A winter celebration

Snow started falling months ago. Winter always came early in the mountains. The nights were long and the sunshine short, if non-existent. Several storms came through the mountains covering up the sky and making the days a dull and miserable gray and the stars hidden at night. Even on the Night of Walking, the cloud cover didn't relent. It made the candles on the paths glimmer with odd halos trying to not beat back the night by the fog and clouds.

It was long past midnight as Alec crunched through the snow, bundled up against the cold. Here he was man than not and the man got could just like anyone else. Most of the candles lining the path were low, but they still were lit. In the now empty cemetery, some where actually out. Alec pointed at them to his companion, a rather cold and miserable Phoenix. The two of them came alone, long after any one was still here.

"You see, as long as candles are still lit the dead can find their way here, if they want to. When you've finished speaking with someone, you blow the flame out so that the dead can return to the other side. Sometimes, if they don't want to come, you can't light the candle."

Phoenix nodded, looking all around. He'd never been to Alec's world before, for which Alec always felt a bit guilty about. After all, Phoenix had shown him his home. But he wasn't really him here and there was story waiting to be done in written, story he didn't wish to cross. He would have liked to have come when he actually wasn't in the city, when he actually wasn't his age. But, then he'd be younger, for he couldn't be in two places at once.

Here he was with Jono.

Which is why he'd come long after the others had left.

"And we're coming to see your mother?"

"Yes. I thought you'd like to meet her." He then gave a bit of a shrug. "I don't know if she'll come to see you though. But I wanted you to see a bit of my life that no one really does. I only share it with people important to me."

A bit of memory flashed as he remembered the last time he'd brought one of his outside lovers here. That relationship ended in a disaster. Hopefully this one wouldn't. Judging from his older self, it wouldn't. But reality was mutable.

Smiling, Phoenix said, "I'm glad you wanted to share this with me."

"It's important. Sometimes personal is the same as important."

The Troven plot was deep inside the cemetery, at the center really. The place reserved for the First Families. A single red obelisk marked the grave with platform at its base where years of melted wax had grown into a miniature valley landscape. One candle still burned, lighting a series of names. They didn't actually bury people, but cremate them sending their ashes into the winds. Here they built memorials for memory. Testaments to their lines, family trees. Their importance and immortality, Alec supposed.

Dipping his thumb in the wax, Alec then smeared it across a name, "Sela" before stepping back.

"Now what?"

"Now we wait and see."


Title: Of two worlds
Fandom: Alec fan fic - JLA/Avengers
Rating: G
Notes; I haven't written an Alec fan fic in a while and I'd just reread JLA/Avengers recently when this popped into my head. This is the sort of fan fiction I would write for Alec way many years ago.
Disclaimer: JLA and the Avengers belong to DC and Marvel respectively. Nate also belongs to Marvel. Alec belongs to me.

Clearly that had been one of Alec’s stupider moves. Obviously it’d been intelligent of him to pop into Kronos’ hideout made from Galactus raging with chaotic energy and start poking around. Why else would he have done it? Curiosity killed the cat, or in this case got him popped in the jaw. While his fantastic powers afforded him protection from ranged attacks, in regards to physical attacks he had the same protections as any mere mortal. He even reacted like any pure mortal getting punched in the jaw as well: crumpling like a puppet with his strings cut. Something must have happened afterwards, what, he didn’t know. But it did.

Why else was he stuck on the JLA watchtower after the whole crossover with the Avengers with the JLA claiming that he was the ‘child’ of their two universes created at the moment they split?

Not that this was one of the weirder things that happened to him. Being the embodiment of Chaos led for all sorts of interesting things happening to him.

For now, while he recovered, he had to play along. Not that he wouldn’t in the first place, he liked doing it. It just got kind of boring at times.

“Are you all right?” The Martian Manhunter asked, coming up behind him. “You’ve been staring out the window for a long time.”

Alec turned his head from the magnificent view of the moon that the watchtower afforded and gave a slight smile. “Yes, I’m fine. Just a bit stir crazy.”

“I can understand the feeling. However we still can’t let you out.”

They couldn’t, really. Alec saw the video of what happened when he had been on Earth. His powers fluxed out of control causing all sorts of havoc. They’d been able to create a field that contained the energy, but it wasn’t that big, only big enough to cover the Watchtower, which they felt was the safest place to hold him. Away from any potential super-villains and people who wanted to have their very own chaos bomb. What really bothered Alec, though he didn’t say so, was his apparent regression to a seventeen year old. Normally he looked to be in his early twenties. Now he looked like a raw seventeen year old boy not even out of high school yet.

At least he wasn’t a child this time around.

He hated when that happened.

“Yeah, I know. I know,” he sighed.

Turning to the window he could see his supposed mother in the stars. The embodiment of this universe was a woman, the embodiment of the Avenger’s universe was a man. Some how they created him. No one knew exactly how, just that they did. He knew how. His chaos powers were warping the reality to make them accept this tiny flaw of consistency, to make him belong to this world. To give them an explanation to how someone like him could exist.

It was sort of like a camouflage; letting the universe accept this strange parasite into it without too much problem.

“We are working on a way for you to leave the Watchtower. No one should be trapped anywhere, even if it is a place as beautiful as this. We’re also working on getting you a civilian identity. Do you have any suggestions for a name?”

Ah yes, a name. They’d been calling him ‘Chaos’ since he got here. Apparently that, they were told, was his name. Born of chaos. Technically true, but he did have a name. Which he took this opportunity to tell them: “Alec. Alec Troven.”

The Manhunter blinked. Clearly he didn’t expect him to come up with a name so quickly.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” Alec said as an explanation.

The other man(?) nodded, accepting this. “Very well, Alec.”

Alec smiled at him, inwardly wishing his powers would hurry up and resort themselves out. Or at least have something interesting happen. He was terribly bored.

Perhaps he could bring Nate over…
Straight ahead

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Do you know what's horrible? When your mun decides that they'd rather pay attention to other voices in their head than you.


However, I did get a tattoo. It's of a phoenix and it's on my right shoulder blade.
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