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WHO || Desmond Descant, Eterna Jade [Closed]
WHAT || Des agrees to babysit Jade until the concert, which means she's moving in... and he gets a special mission from his serpent pals
WHERE || New Orleans, America
WHEN || Early December (backdated).
HOW || Actionspam.

[ A deal's a deal. Rafael brings Jade back to New Orleans with him, where he very reluctantly drops her off at Des' hotel. When he opens his door, she's leaning against the jam with a tiny bag in hand: no more than a purse. She smiles at him, jerking a thumb over her shoulder. ]

He didn't want to come in.

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How many of them were from our guys? [He kicks the door shut.] Honest question- you run with this crowd too long and you'll be counting successes in how few friendly fire bullets you end up with.

They're probably just not used to coordinating gunfire with other people charging in the middle of the fray. You really have to know each other well, for that to work.

You speaking from experience? [He flops down on the nearest chair.]

[ her smile droops a bit as she shrugs and starts poking at things around the room ] I don't know. Amnesia girl, remember?

Just seems like the sensible argument.

Don't knock it. You've got a lot of crap getting thrown at you for a girl who can't remember much. Learn on your feet and all that jazz.

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Don't knock it. You've got a lot of crap getting thrown at you for a girl who can't remember much. Learn on your feet and all that jazz.

<small.[He shrugs and then abruptly changes the subject.]</small> Why'd you agree to do this?

Maybe you missed the chapter where my home was destroyed? It's not like I have a lot of other options right now.

Nightscape's gone? [Look, no one informed him of that much. He's been busy.]

Gone's a strong word for a place that's bigger on the inside than the outside... but they blew up the entire entrance and I have a feeling they're gonna try not to leave much for me to go back to.

That's a lot of work for talent. [Regardless of what they're using it for.] How much did they fill you in on?

The bare bones version, I take it. Evil cult, that sort of thing. I can always do with a more detailed bedtime story.

[ oh hey des' phone is ringing ]

[It plays "Desperado" just so we're clear on that. He holds up a finger.] Rain check on that?

[He stands up and walks to the other side of the room to take the call.] This is Descant.

[ jade helps herself to a smoke, politely stepping out onto the balcony to not eavesdrop.

a breathy, snake-y voice hisses:

"You'll be making a delivery tonight. Meet at the usssual place, midnight."

annnd it clicks dead. ]

[Des stares at his phone, rolls his eyes, and chucks it on the couch before joining Jade out on the balcony. He leans against the railing.]

I haven't been back here in ages and now I can't get out of it. Life's funny that way.

Maybe. But I'm still not sure who's laughing.

Well, at the end of this, it won't be Chad Becksworth. I guarantee it.

Someone should go explode his house. [ she pulls up her lighter and flicks the top ] What's a little light arson anyway?

We already crushed one of his little lapdogs in an unfortunate elevator incident. And personally, I think watching his entire operation crash and burn is a lot more satisfying than arson. That's just me though.

Hey, a girl's allowed to dream. [ still, she'll flick that closed. and offer him a smoke out of her pack. ]

[He looks like he's going to refuse, because he doesn't actually smoke, but, hey, live a little. He takes one and holds it out for her to light.]

Well, they are the people ruining your life because they're way too committed to sparkle motion. Luckily you've got powerful friends.

Friends. [ she sounds amused as she repeats the word, and leans over to light his cigarette ] Now there's a concept.

[Well, he got a nineteen on his fort save to NOT CHOKE on that cigarette, so good for him.]

Yeah, I'm pretty new to the concept too. But face it you got a bunch of knights, a guy who's crazy for you despite you having no idea who the hell he is, and me. What's not to love about that?

You'll have to let me borrow those rose colored glasses when you're all done with them.

I'm old, jaded, and the best thing that'll ever happen to me is being able to die. I'm allowed to see the good. [He pauses to take another drag on the cigarette. This time he coughs a little (fort save 6)]

It'll get better. Chad'll go down, maybe you can rebuild- hell, you might just learn something. [He gives her a look.] Unless you don't want to.

Am I allowed to not really know what I want yet?

[ she smirks a bit at the cough and leans over the railing, looking out at the shitty view of the city ] It's just... I can't shake the feeling that maybe the reason it's so hard to find out any information about what happened to me is because I wanted it that way. That I was protecting something or...

[ ♬ energy - keri hilson she frowns a bit. ] This is probably gonna sound bitchy as hell, but hopefully you'll get what I'm saying. It isn't like this life I've been living has been extra fulfilling. Constantly surrounded but always alone, always feeling like there's something missing, something I need to fill up this hole.

But what's the alternative? [ she gestures with her cigarette out across the railing ] Rafael's crazy about me, or her, or however you want to look at it. And it's beautiful and all-consuming, and the stuff of storybooks, but it's also a helluva lot to live up to, you know?

[ she takes a long drag, shaking her head vigorously ] Maybe that's why I'm not with him right now. Has anybody considered that?

Maybe it was too much pressure to always be that for somebody. No matter how much you loved them.

Yeah, but the clock's ticking. [He smirks at her right back.

And then he frowns and stares back out at the city lights.] Personally, I don't blame you. Ruffles is a great guy, but he's in love with a ghost. Except all this poetic, flowery crap he keeps spewing about the girl he loved? I can see it in you. But given I know what he knows about you, I can definitely see why you'd want to get the hell out of all of it.

[He crushes out the cigarette.] You want that bedtime story or not?

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ok one more c: DONT TELL.

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