03-17-2023, 11:35 PM
((Fixed. *Grovels and Grins.))
And with that, Jaxen brightened like a flower in the sunlight.
His grin beamed with pride. The Cabaret was his masterpiece. Such a fucking brilliant good night. On retrospect he might have skipped killing the lamb on stage. Too gross. And also might have smuggled Boda out of town. The old queer would have been pissed, but kidnapping him and throwing his old ass in the back of a truck might have saved his life. Still, knowing Boda, he went out doing what he loved. If only they could all be so lucky.
Too bad the Cabaret was basically erased from existence. He would know. He checked a shit ton of times. Voxel checked too. He might have asked Wicked Truth to dig up what he could, but he knew there was no point. The Custody was pissed, which meant Ass-candy himself knew about the performance. Jaxen almost giggled with delight just to imagine Ascendancy seeing it for the first time. So no proof it remained, butut memories lasted. There had been hundreds of people in the audience. They all walked out with images in their heads not so easily deleted. And apparently the tale had snaked its way to the ears of the girl in front of him now.
He shifted to pluck his chin on his fist, elbow propped on the ledge that separated them. That cheesy grin hovered.
“If you know who I am, then you know the answer to that,” his eyes rolled toward the stage. He stared at Nox for a minute, then licked his lips and summoned the Ancient Power.
He looked again at Nox, eyes narrowed just a little. After about 20 seconds, his face rearranged into that of the star. There was no blue flaming hair because frankly he needed to get a closer look to see how that was done, but the effect was obvious.
He winked at Zephyr, whose name was pretty badass, then glanced over his shoulder. Pink hair lady looked up, glimpsed the fake-Nox, then gasped quite appropriately. When Jaxen looked back at Zephyr, his face was his own again.
“See?” he then reached out to snag the glass of vodka. The crystal bubbled with condensation on the outside, ice cold. He took a long drink then gasped satisfied afterward, licking the drips from his lips as he did.
And with that, Jaxen brightened like a flower in the sunlight.
His grin beamed with pride. The Cabaret was his masterpiece. Such a fucking brilliant good night. On retrospect he might have skipped killing the lamb on stage. Too gross. And also might have smuggled Boda out of town. The old queer would have been pissed, but kidnapping him and throwing his old ass in the back of a truck might have saved his life. Still, knowing Boda, he went out doing what he loved. If only they could all be so lucky.
Too bad the Cabaret was basically erased from existence. He would know. He checked a shit ton of times. Voxel checked too. He might have asked Wicked Truth to dig up what he could, but he knew there was no point. The Custody was pissed, which meant Ass-candy himself knew about the performance. Jaxen almost giggled with delight just to imagine Ascendancy seeing it for the first time. So no proof it remained, butut memories lasted. There had been hundreds of people in the audience. They all walked out with images in their heads not so easily deleted. And apparently the tale had snaked its way to the ears of the girl in front of him now.
He shifted to pluck his chin on his fist, elbow propped on the ledge that separated them. That cheesy grin hovered.
“If you know who I am, then you know the answer to that,” his eyes rolled toward the stage. He stared at Nox for a minute, then licked his lips and summoned the Ancient Power.
He looked again at Nox, eyes narrowed just a little. After about 20 seconds, his face rearranged into that of the star. There was no blue flaming hair because frankly he needed to get a closer look to see how that was done, but the effect was obvious.
He winked at Zephyr, whose name was pretty badass, then glanced over his shoulder. Pink hair lady looked up, glimpsed the fake-Nox, then gasped quite appropriately. When Jaxen looked back at Zephyr, his face was his own again.
“See?” he then reached out to snag the glass of vodka. The crystal bubbled with condensation on the outside, ice cold. He took a long drink then gasped satisfied afterward, licking the drips from his lips as he did.