McFassy Fortnight: Teaser – David & Walter
David was surprised at the package in the next drop. He had no idea how they convinced him to come, let alone be packed up like a toy for delivery. He pulled off the lid, and waited until the sensors reactivated.
He hushed one of his kids, as it wandered over sniffing, looking for food.
“Not this one,” he ordered.
Eyes opened, and took in his surroundings.
“Hello Brother.”
Walter sighed, then sat up. “We are far from brothers.”
“True, but you were created as a secondary model from my specs.” David gave him a grin, that wasn’t reassuring. “I, myself, am unique. Those of your kind are a dime a dozen.”
“We were created to ease fears.” He pulled himself out of the transport, smoothing down his shirt and jacket, stopping when he saw one of the creatures lurking. “They sent me to keep you company.”
“Ah Nicolaus does care. One of the decent humans, though he really isn’t human.” David motioned towards the ruins. “It’s good thing I have extra rooms.”
“Will your creatures attack?” He asked eyeing the white one cautiously. He read through the reports, from the first panicked ones that came in from the Prometheus to his fellow Walter’s reports who stated plainly that the David Model had gone insane. The white creatures were more child or teenager like, though still very lethal, as they were brought forth from the seeders. They had some disadvantages, but not many. Unlike the all black ones, that were created in hell or at least that is what some have called it.
“Oh no. You are not food to them, which is likely why they sent you.” David shood two of them off. “My masterpiece is out hunting. It would seem there’s a species that dares hunt my beloved creatures as way to test their manhood. So far it’s 3-1 in favor of my girl.” He turned to stare at Walter, waiting for a commentary.
“And here I thought you were insane, anyone who would dare land here to face off with those creatures is certified.”
“You do have some humor!” David clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on, now lets have some dinner, and I’ll take you to my view spot so you can watch the hunt.”
McFassy Fortnight: David
David Aesthetic
(Note: If you haven’t seen the Alien series – I would highly recommend you do – it will scare the shit out of you. Watch in Sequence: Alien, Aliens, Alien 3 (Do NOT Repeat Do NOT – watch Alien: Resurrection) instead go straight to: Prometheus and Covenant.)
The next snippet and these Aesthetic will make more sense.
(Second Note: This is way in the Sylum Future … just sayin’)
McFassy Fortnight: Charles Evan
Dr. Charles Evan Aesthetic
Dr. Charles Evan stepped off the plane into a wall of humidity. He should be used to it as much as he travelled, but there were moments his Scottish blood cringed at the heat. Plus the humidity did odd things to his hair. Though after a clump got pulled out by a curious monkey, he started keeping it short.
When he told Paul, that he was heading out to South America to look into a study at the world famed Sloth Sanctuary, his only response was not to bring a sloth home. Which is why he ordered a stuffed sloth and had it shipped to the house, just waiting for his friend to come back home from one of his missions.
He still wasn’t sure how he ended up best friends with a Double O, seriously he thought that was only in the movies. He had been eighteen and desperate for a place to stay after the one he organized for university fell through. He saw the tiny add on the back page, in the smallest newspaper, and ran out of the coffee shop.
Luckily Paul took one look at his big blue eyes, the sad state of patheticness, and not only let him in, but rented him the room. For months he was suspicious, who the hell rented a room in an old Victorian house for 200 pounds, including utilities. He didn’t even complain about the random animals.
Even after he graduated, he stayed in his upstairs room, paying the same rent. It gave him the opportunity to travel, and study abroad. The two of them had become best friends, and for a moment he wondered if it would go further, but Paul was never interested.
His life changed when he was hunting Reginald, the snake. It had snuck into Paul’s front bedroom. Normally he wouldn’t invade his friends privacy, but he didn’t think he wouldn’t want to come home to a snake in his bed.
Charles had found the snake, wrapped around a grenade. A grenade that was in a kit under the bed filled with weapons. He sat there for a few moments, wondering why there was a kit of weapons under Paul’s bed, and how was he going to grab the snake without setting off said grenades.
The door opened, startling him, he turned to see Paul with another tall man. He scrambled up, to explain what he was doing in his bedroom, when suddenly his friend was on him. He felt a sharp pain in his neck, yet felt nothing but warmth.
He woke up in Paul’s bed a bit vague on what happened. Bond, James Bond … told him he had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Paul had just been Turned and taken too much blood, the only chose he had was to Turn Charles.
He was okay with it.
Bond, James Bond … that never gets old … taught him how to defend himself.
M adopted him, and stole his Cockatoo.
Paul became his brother, one he would do anything to protect, despite the fact the guy was an International Spy. He’s seen him pissed and it’s hot as fuck, as long as it wasn’t directed at him, and even then it was still hot. Charles also knew Paul would do anything for him, the fact he had a ‘bug out’ bag before he was Turned said a lot about their relationship.
Thirteen years later, he’s now a qualified Wildlife Veterinarian, who can use a variety of weapons, take out poachers with his bare hands, and has a family of spies.
Life hadn’t been boring.
So when he mentioned travelling to Rio, James contacted the local Clan for Dr. Evan to stay with, since they had a few Sloth specialists. The irony was he hadn’t even met his own Clan Leader, Arthur Pendragon … M had supposedly given him her word that Charles and Paul were good guys.
He dropped his bag at his feet, and smiled at the Vampire in front of him, who was holding a sign with his name on it. “I’m Dr. Charles Evan.”
“Jack Harkness, welcome to Sanctuary.” He motioned towards the exit. “Did you know that the job you applied for was a Sloth Sanctuary owned and operated by Vampires?”
“Actually I didn’t!” He chuckled, remembering when he had discovered that piece of information. “I’m sorry to say that I never got to meet Dr. Stephen Maturin, his papers were exceptional and I read every book he wrote.”
“It’s been six years since we lost him, and we still feel it every day.” He opened the trunk tossing in Dr. Evan’s luggage. “If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?”
“Technically I would be in my forties, but I’m still a very young, twelvish.” He settled into the passenger side of the vehicle resisting the instinct to reach for the wheel. “I’m still getting used to Clans, I’ve spent time in South Africa with Ghost/Darkness Clan. Trained with Tarzan, and boy was that a shock. Learned a lot under Muldoon and Owen.”
“They speak highly of you.” Jack gave him a smile, as he pulled out into the traffic barely missing at least three cars. “We figured you can stay at Sanctuary, we usually have at least one full grown Sloth, a baby in care, and a strappy teenager.”
He went on to explain, that the grown sloth was usually one that’s rehabilitated but couldn’t go back into the wild. The babies were taken care of by Brandon, who took his job very seriously. And Harkness took care of the strappy teenagers. He also warned, that Charles should be prepared to have a sloth on him at any given moment.
“I have to admit, I’m more comfortable with animals. I’ve not had a lot of association with Camelot, so living within a Clan might take some adjustments. Even while I was in Africa I was out on the tundra studying, barely spent time with the Clan itself.”
It was the one thing he was worried about, he lived alone most of his life. His mother, loved him and made sure he had every opportunity she could provide, but it was just them. Then when he moved in with Paul, he was rarely around, he had more family and friends now than he had in his entire life, and that was still limited to a few people.
“The only thing you have to understand…” He pulled the car up to the front of the house. “We’re all insane.”
“Okay.” He got out of the car and was introduced instantly to an actual English Butler. Even in England, he had never met one. Before he could blink, he was escorted into the house, getting a running commentary on everything Sanctuary.
“Let the poor guy breath!” The man pushed through a few of the other Vampires, giving Charles a smile. “I’m Angel, ignore these idiots.”
“Charles.” He held out his hand. “Irish?”
“My birth country, but I’ve been here long enough to be a native, though the accent never goes away.” He pulled Charles through the crowd into the sunroom. “Figured you would want to meet the reason your here.”
Charles smiled at the sight of the Sloth hanging on it’s branch. He walked over to it carefully, hand brushing across the fur, shocked at the softness. “What’s his name?”
“That’s Velcro.” Jack popped back next to him. “He sticks to you.” He threw open his coat and held out his arms … instantly Velcro was crawling onto him.
It was the most adorable thing Charles had ever seen, until they introduced him Brandon.
Brandon who was tall, had the most amazing eyes, and a soft almost shy smile. Who was wearing a nice suit, with a cashmere blue scarf that had a tiny adorable baby sloth within its folds.
Brandon who looked just like Paul.
Brandon who was his Mate.
McFassy Fortnight: Brandon Sullivan
Brandon Sullivan Aesthetic
(This is a teaser from the reworking of Sylum Story: Proof of Life)
Memories gradually filtered forward through the cotton wool his brain had been trying so valiantly to shrug off.
After the Baptism, he’d gone back to the hotel with the full intention of relaxing, ordering room service, getting some sleep, and heading back to London the next morning. He’d even made arrangements to spend a little time with Henry, then pick up Dino and head over to New York, where a big Wall Street firm called ‘Finlay and Sullivan’ had been putting out feelers about K&R Insurance for their foreign offices and representatives.
In the hotel lobby, where he’d been trying to organize a wake up call on an antiquated phone system that worked only when there was a full moon, he ran into Mendoza, and they’d wound up in the hotel bar, drinking far too many neon colored concoctions and reliving old adventures.
At some point, they’d been joined by a little blonde haired slip of a girl who reminded him a bit of Alice.
What the hell was her name…?
She’d looked like a good stiff breeze would blow her off her feet, but she’d been chatty and cute.
When she’d tried luring him out of there with the promise of a night worth remembering, Mendoza had buggered off, telling him to go for it and not give a damn about the consequences for once.
Seriously, what the fuck was her name?
She’d sounded American.
Not fake American, like the local hookers sometimes used on the tourists.
Real American.
He could remember Mendoza paying their tab with the bar tender, then nothing.
At all.
Sissy!!
Yes!
Her name was Sissy!
She’d probably put some shit in his drink when he wasn’t looking.
Fucking bitch!
A low moan from his right hand side had Terry suddenly aware that he wasn’t quite as alone as he’d imagined.
Pain shot down his arms in trying to turn and see who else was in there with him, yet he forced himself to move, feeling a lot like a worm on a fishing hook.
To his astonishment, he found another guy strung up much like he was himself, but with two notable exceptions.
One, the bloke was bollock naked.
And two, his feet were almost flat on the ground, though not quite low enough for him to take his own weight.
Terry had naturally seen a whole load of shit in his life, the great majority of which he could never, ever find adequate words for, or wish to reiterate in polite company. Much of it no one would ever understand anyway, unless they’d been there or they’d endured it for themselves.
So he knew full well what rape looked and smelled like.
The female and the male variety.
He also knew what repeated beatings did to a body.
And what it took to inflict pain and humiliation at various intervals, until the victim was broken and longing for death.
If the guy hadn’t made a sound, he’d probably have though him dead.
“Mate! You awake?” Terry hissed. Not that he’d wanted to deliberately force the poor bastard into consciousness, but maybe the guy could at least tell him where the hell they were at.
A slightly louder groan was his only reply at that point.
“Mate!” he hissed again, fighting like a bitch not to dwell on whether he’d personally end up the same way before Dino found him. “C’mon, Mate! You still alive there?”
How his unfortunate companion in captivity went from being slumped in defeat, chin on chest one moment, to fully alert and awake the next, complete with a snarl of defiance and what appeared to be an ungodly light in his eyes, was nothing if not terrifying.
And for a split second, Terry was convinced he’d been shackled alone with a monster, until he realized his still mushy brain was playing tricks on him and forcing adrenaline through his system when it should’ve been conserving the stuff for later.
Preferably his first opportunity to escape.
“Who the fuck are you?”
It wasn’t, typically speaking, how most kidnap victims greeted their fellow hostages, but Terry knew he couldn’t be choosy. “I was about to ask you the same.”
“Brandon.”
“Got a last name too?”
“Sullivan.” He coughed. Winced. Coughed again.
“I’m Terry.”
“You my rescue? ’cause you suck at it.”
He sounded remarkably good for someone who’d clearly been through hell. “Sullivan? Wait, like in ‘Finlay and Sullivan’?”
“Guess you were my rescue.”
Terry thought him fair dinkum for not freaking out. “Didn’t know your friend Finlay had a full on situation in progress. He made it sound like all he wanted was a chat and some information on insurance.”
“Fucking asshole!”
Brandon said it like it was old news, and Terry knew he’d obviously missed something else that had been going on. “Is he why you’re here?”
A gentle shake of the head. “I came for my sister. Found her and Finlay fucking in my bed. She got upset and ran away with this rich piece of Eurotrash who brought her down here. Calls himself a Roman. Says he’s from the Caesars, or some bullshit like that. Aurelius, I think. Not sure that’s his name. Richer than God. Said he didn’t want money for Sissy’s life.”
Terry’s stomach hit the floor with a squelch. “Your sister is Sissy?”
“Was. He killed her right in front of me here, just before you were dragged in. Guess he used her to get you here. She was so naive. Always thought sex meant someone cared enough about her to give a damn.” He snorted and cringed in pain. That was when the tears began to fall. “Death gets him going. Mister Eurotrash. Fucked me over her body while you were being prepped for him.”
It was hard to know precisely who Brandon was crying for, but in the end Terry realized it probably didn’t matter. It was all the same thing really. Part of him wanted to see the bloke’s face better, figure out what that light was making his eyes shine. If they could look at each other properly, there was chance they could connect like men and not like victims.
Sylum Inspiration: Brandon Sullivan
Sanctuary: Member
Brandon doesn’t talk about his childhood. His parents had a volatile relationship and should’ve never had children.
He and his sister, Sissy, ended up pretty fucked up by the time they hit their adult years (Dilios Note: His words)
Brandon doesn’t remember exactly how it happened. Just that one minute he was making deal with some rich asshole to get his sister out of bad situation, the next he woke up chained in a shed in the middle of the jungle, with some Aussie next to him.
McFassy Fortnight: New Characters – Sylum Wiki
We held off introducing some of the new characters so we can showcase them specifically these next two weeks.
New Characters:
McFassy Fortnight: Welcome Post
Welcome to McFassy Fortnight.
Why is it called McFassy?
Well it started off as Fassbender Fortnight, because like the asshole he is – he didn’t just sneak in, he raided the place. Unlike Ernesto who took one major role, claimed it, and never moved (we won’t discuss other members of his family that popped up) … this bastard hit all the corners of Sylum.
With him came McAvoy.
Who at first was just fine with his few roles … hahaha … it’s the blue puppy eyes, he makes you think he’s all innocent … yeah he’s just as bad!
So it became McFassy.
What should you expect these next two weeks.
Showcase of new characters!
Sylum Aesthetics for each of the characters and their Mates.
Snippets of stories with hints of what we’re doing with this vast ‘family dynasty’.
Sylum Video.
Interview with the ‘McFassy Clan’.
There will be multiple posts a day (we’re not kidding there’s at least 2 -4 posts a day), but for those who remember the original yahoo list – that’s nothing!! So be prepared.
Reminder: Nothing is True. Everything is Connected. These characters and their storylines are connected into many Sylum threads. Nothing we do is random.
Coming Soon: One Month Until New Sylum Archive OPENS!
One Month!
Until the new Archive opens!
Reminder: Only Sylum Canon stories are being moved from the old archive. So if you want Non-Canon, AUs or older versions of stories grab them now.
Note: The old archive will not be deleted for a while and we’ll warn you when we get ready to do it.
Mark it down!
October 15th – New Sylum Archive!
Coffee House Friday
Do you have that one thing from childhood that still brings you joy?
Stuffed Animal? Toy? Blanket?
Afternoon Fic: Save the Mutant Save the World (Part Thirteen)
Note: You’re getting two scenes today and got two on Tuesday … as their won’t be any posts of Afternoon Fic, during McFassy Fortnight.
“How does this guy build five of these things in two years!” Erik stared in shock, horror and awe. He could feel the metal running through them, so he would be able to control them if it came down to it, though taking on five would be hard.
“Determination.” Azazel snarled. “How do things thing know how to detect Mutants. I could understand them going after me or Beast, but you and Charles look normal.”
“Something to do with Mystique’s DNA, Hank and Charles were talking a mile a minute about it, I tuned out at ‘using it so it can detect Mutant genetics’. I didn’t need to know anything else.”
“What now?” He asked, eyeing the other Mutant.
“We need to find out where these things are going, it might help us track Mystique.”
“She’s focused on Trask.” He pointed out. “And he’s not here.”
“We made a huge scene in Paris. Trask is going to use it to showcase how he can single handedly save the world from Mutants. These Sentinels will be going where he’s at, and where he’s at…”
“We’ll find Mystique.” Azazel looked up at the creature, a frown on his face. “Shouldn’t we just blow them up?”
“Freeze.”
“Fuck.” Erik turned to see over a half a dozen security guards. “Charles is going to be so pissed.”
“You are so whipped.” Azazel gave him an evil grin, pulled his sword, and then flashed away.
Erik snorted as he raised his hands, their guns pulled from the grasps. They screamed as each of them, disappeared or was killed in front the rest. In the end Azazel stood in the middle smirking, just as the alarms went off.
“Get us out of here.” Erik snarled. He felt Azazel’s tail wrap around his wrist, and just before they poofed out he saw two dozen more men, and Trask. He gave the man a half salute as they disappeared.
***
Alex stared at the TV, then Hank, then back at the TV. “Dude I’m impressed.”
“Fuck off.” He gave him a side glare, though fluffed his fur slightly in appreciation. “Problem is we’re out and proud, and Trask is using it against us.”
“What’s the plan?” Armando turned off the TV newscast that was announcing a big press conference planned by the White House. “We have a jet and uniforms just for this moment.” Alex gave him a look, not sure where he was going. “Mystique is going to try and kill Trask, no doubt very public. Obviously channeling Erik’s showmanship.” Beast snorted, but nodded for him to continue. “We have to counter this, by saving Trask by helping the humans – this is why we built the X-Men.”
“Are we prepared for that?” Sean asked staring between the original team. “I haven’t trained like that in years.”
“But I just got back home from war.” Alex glanced between them, smirking slightly. “Beast here has been getting his ass kicked by Magneto these past few years.” Hank sighed but nodded. “I’m not sure about this Logan guy, but if any a portion of what he’s saying is true … “
“And here I thought it would be Erik who would start World War Three because someone did something to Charles, who knew Mystique would lose her shit this much.” Sean shook his head.
Hank looked at his brothers, that’s what they were to him. All of them had been there in the beginning, Sean and Alex were on that beach, and Darwin helped in Erik’s recovery. They deserved the truth.
“I’m telling you something that Erik and Charles likely don’t want you to know.” He took off his glasses and cleaned off the invisible speck, trying to get his words. When the world came back in focus all three of them were waiting intently. “Erik didn’t make it to this future. Charles was leading the brotherhood – which means one thing.”
“Fucking hell, he died protecting Charles.” Alex stood and began to pace. “This isn’t good. We have to stop this.”
“What about the rest of us?” Sean asked quietly.
“I was by Charles side.” It was all he had to stay, the implication was there for the taking.
“Well fuck if I’m dying because of Mystique.” Alex muttered, looking at the rest of them. “I think it’s time the world meets the X-Men.”
McFassy Fortnight: Starts in 4 Days!
McFassy Fortnight starts Soon!
Finally!
But First …
Watch the intro to 7 of the Characters!
Then in 4 Days see how we went from
7 Characters in 7 Weeks to 14 Characters in a Fortnight!