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RE: Bode, Interrupted - Jaxen Marveet - 11-27-2025
Jaxen let the glass stay where it was, a symbol of his momentary surrender to the ridiculousness of the situation. Bode handed the key off was almost admirable. It was a level of commitment to chaos he could appreciate, even if it meant climbing a few more metaphorical mountains. "A heist," Jaxen repeated, testing the words on his tongue. Adrenaline and bad decisions, two of his favorite things.
The Emissary's presence had momentarily faded. She didn't want the key back; she wanted a show. “A peek,” he drawled, mimicking her innocent tone. “Always just a peek with you types. Like saying you only want one bite of chocolate. We both know that’s a lie.”
“You’re talking about the Sanctuary, right?” he asked, his voice a confidential rumble.
He let his gaze wander over the plush room, the dancers, the oblivious, moneyed patrons. It was an utterly gloriously stupid plan. And that was why it was perfect.
“Okay,” he sighed, a dramatic flutter of his fingers accompanying the sound. He made sure the reluctance was visible, the irritation clear, the Marveet of it all on full display. “I’ll play along.”
He pushed himself up and out of the curved booth. He extended his hand, palm up, this time not as a command to give, but as an offer to partner.
“Here’s my deal,” he said, his smile finally widening. It was the smile that launched a thousand rumors and usually got him exactly what he wanted. “You are my little black book for this. And you’ll watch, yes, but you’ll also be the distraction, the bait, the getaway driver, whatever I need, whenever I need it.”
He tapped the Hello Kitty sticker on his chest.
“And when we’re done, you don’t just get to walk away. You’re going to open that puzzle box for me. I want to know the trick, and I want to know exactly what the hell was inside it that has our Emissary friend and a bunch of fanatics shitting themselves to get it back.”
The Emissary’s presence flared, a sudden surge of disapproval. Jaxen ignored it, his eyes fixed on Bode.