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i feel awful abt this given the wonderful response ive had to jazzy, but i have to retire this blog ... while his muse exists, i find it almost impossible to write him in the context of tumblr rp, and any joy i get from here is really short lived. ive loved the interactions ive had here - which is the reason ive stuck it out this long - but as much as i love them, i still can't keep writing here. the blog is going to stay up for posterity, but i put the retired stamp on it. feel free to unfollow; i hope everyone understands!

#✯ UNLEASHED.#i h8 myself for this but this blog is...so stressful #catch me ovr on @ohfiendangelical which is my rp home base.#groans

( TRAUMERIIN. )

❝Did you know this when you left?❞

❛ Yes, but I was young and proud and foolish and wished for more. Shameful, really. ❜

#traumeriin

( TRAUMERIIN. )

❝And why is that?❞

❛ Once you leave, you cannot go back. There are ways out, but there is no way back in; it is, unfortunately, a one-way trip. ❜

#traumeriin

( ZEITLOSLEBEN. )

⊰✙∬ “Yes, perhaps you’re terribly boring, but so far I haven’t found you so. Also, who are you to decide that I find boring or interesting in a person?” The conversation had been going for quite a few minutes now and she was still as amused with her presence as she had been from the second they met. She secretly hoped that she wouldn’t find anything in him that would make her change her mind about him. “For starters, I wish to know how did you get here? also, with how many others I should share your attention with?”

❛ Well, my dearest lady, I am not a terribly well-known individual; there are very few who know me, and fewer still require my attentions. If you request my companionship, you need not worry that you will ever be denied on account of another --- or denied at all, really; I do not make it my business to deny ladies their due. As for how I have come to be here --- well, that is a complicated one. I have come upon you and this place by chance: I was wandering and felt a delightful presence which caused me to stop. In a broader, more philosophical sense, as to how I have come to be in the world, well! That involves quite a lot, most of it boring and long-winded, but know this: I come from beyond the stars. ❜

#zeitlosleben

( TRAUMERIIN. )

❝It sounds like somewhere my sibling would be fond of. They don’t like the mortals very much.❞

❛ I am the same. Mortals are very unpleasant. It would be quite nice to return home, but alas, that cannot be done. ❜

#traumeriin

( TRAUMERIIN. )

❝Then which world are you from…?❞

❛ That is rather complicated. There’s not really a name for it. A different world. There are no mortals, and everything is vast. ❜

#traumeriin

( AMOIRE. )

❝ that is still incredibly boring. ❞ an ever so dramatic sigh as arms stay crossed over her chest. if someone was to kill her they should at least put some flair into it. though the only way she could be killed was rather gruesome no matter what. but the thought of her death being matter of fact ? that was ridiculous.

she hated the idea. she wanted and deserved more than that. she wasn’t just some filthy monster who fed on the dregs of society. she had class. she was a classy girl and she wanted to be treated that way.

maybe that was why she had clung so long to matteo. she had thought that he would give her that. he hadn’t , he was just as bad as the dregs of society. filth in a suit with a big dick. ❝ what else do you do , besides kill ? ❞

❛ A fine question, Madam, a fine question, ❜ Jazzy tittered. ❛ If I ever find an answer, you will be the first to know. ❜

Really, there isn’t much he does. He kills, he makes deals, he travels the world aimlessly with an insatiable hunger for ---

--- for ---

--- for????

He doesn’t quite know. What he does know is that the hunger is there, and it refuses to go away. Perhaps it’s another side effect of entrapment. He needs something, and perhaps that something is everything, to make up for all of the nothing in which he was trapped.

#amoire

( TRAUMERIIN. )

❝It isn’t that clear for most people. I’m assuming you’re not mortal?❞

❛ Oh, heavens, no. Can you imagine? How horrible. No, no, I am not of this world. ❜

#traumeriin

( DUMBSTCR. )

❝It wasn’t a very original joke.❞ She responds bluntly while maintaining eye contact ( she isn’t blinking, when she is focused she often forgets ) . There is something about him that’s unnerving and considering how Eve herself is quite unsettling, making her feel uncomfortable is an impressive feat. ❝Who are you?❞

Well, of course it isn’t an original joke, he wants to say. It’s biblical. It’s an ancient joke. That’s why he assumed she would understand it, machine or not.

But, it seems they’ve already moved on.

❛ I am Jazzy Casanova Martian. Hello. ❜

#dumbstcr

( AMOIRE. )

❝ that’s boring. where is your pizzazz ?! ❞ a small huff as she takes a step back , arms crossing over her ample chest as she looks at him , interest ever so slowly fading. she was rather sadistic in her immortality but she wasn’t cruelhearted. not yet , maybe not ever. she never wanted to be like matteo. that was the very last thing that she wanted , but to not want blood , guts and gusto when you’re killing ? absolutely preposterous.

obviously he was a very boring soul. at least matteo had pep ! about his murders. she could give him that even if she couldn’t say anything else nice about him. because she really couldn’t. he was pretty , all brains but his soul was long gone. as well as any ability for romance. and that was what jeannie craved but apparently being romantically maligned was part of a contract she signed when she handed over her mortality.

but she didn’t regret it. not yet anyway. she hadn’t even hit a hundred yet , was it time to give up ? no.

❛ I understand where you’re coming from, dear; really, I do. However, not every kill can be glamorous. If it was, the glamour itself would cease to exist altogether. Sometimes there is no room for it. Sometimes one simply has to get the job done and save the fun stuff for a later time. ❜

Jazzy did love a dramatic, theatrical murder, but sometimes it simply wasn’t practical. Sometimes it was better to get it over with and move along.

Either way, it was beside the point now. There would be no killing whatsoever; she wasn’t human, she didn’t deserve it, he had no desire to kill the beautiful monsters of the world.

#amoire

( DUMBSTCR. )

She nearly blurts out that he is in the laboratory but she manages to keep her mouth shut. With the recent success of their first A.I. they have begun working on a second who they’ve cleverly named Adam. Eve isn’t exactly excited for her “ sibling’s ” arrival but thankfully she doesn’t have to worry about him for another few months. ❝I don’t have a partner. There is no time.❞

❛ I was only joking, dear. ❜

He wonders if she --- it --- has been programmed with the various nuances of the organic flesh and blood she’s fashioned after. Can she comprehend humor at all? Sarcasm? Voice inflections? If so, she’s even more advanced than he thought possible. He wouldn't go as far as to say that he underestimated the abilities of mankind and their technological prowess, but ---

#dumbstcr

( TRAUMERIIN. )

❝If you don’t mind me asking, how did you know wha—…who I am.❞ From what she can tell, he is not a personification like herself so she really does wonder how he managed to discover her so quickly. After all, it’s not like she wears a sign around her neck saying who she is.

❛ I know when I see the sun, I know when I see the moon; when I look upon a mountain, I am aware that is indeed a mountain. One is what one is, my dearest Rosie. Think of me as a lucid dreamer: I know what I am faced with when it is happening. ❜

#traumeriin

( TRAUMERIIN. )

❝That’s quite the name.❞ It reminds her of a cowboy from a romance novel, and he even looks like one too. Well, maybe more like a western figure with a hint of science fiction mixed in as well. ❝No, I don’t go by dreams. My name is Rosemary Brunhilde Schenck but just Rosie will do.❞

❛ Rosie! That’s peachy, Rosie. Absolutely lovely, ❜ he says, looking quite satisfied by her response. She has a good name. In this world, names are very important. They hold power. A good name can make all the difference.

He doesn’t know why that is. It seems silly; where he comes from, names are frivolous, unimportant, a too-proud attempt to lay claim to and label what cannot be contained. It was quite the culture shock when he first came here.

#traumeriin

( DUMBSTCR. )

❝Well I’m not strange, I’m perfect.❞ The starlet snaps back at him bitterly as she crosses her arms. She is tempted to tell him she always goes around hitting strangers so she can take out some of her anger, but she manages to hold herself back. Dr. Cohen has asked her to act out less and she is trying to comply for his sake. ❝And I have a name, it’s Eve!❞

❛ Eve? Oh, how suitable for a “perfect” woman! Dare I ask where your Adam is, dear? ❜

There’s a twinge of irony to his tone. He doesn’t quite know how to feel about her. She is not human, which would normally score her points in his favor, but she was no doubt made by them --- and it appears she was created very much in their image, overblown ego and all.

#dumbstcr #he's so...rude smh

( OFLIMELIGHT. )

it ISN’T rare for jackson to develop an ATTACHMENT to someone FAIRLY quickly. in fact, it happens a LOT more often than jackson would like. he’d even form UNHEALTHY attachments to people who HATED him – an absolutely AWFUL feeling, craving their attention & getting NONE in return. but THIS ONE, hopefully, would be DIFFERENT – after all, jazzy & jackson SYMPATHISE with each other in a way. two CELESTIAL beings, at last UNITED – or, WAS it REUNITED ( ?? ) – on earth. jazzy feels FAMILIAR. maybe they HAD met in the cosmos. jazzy’s voice APPEARS to hold sentiment & truth. jackson HOPED so. eventually, jackson realises he STILL hasn’t let go of jazzy. he does, STEPS back, & smooths out his jacket. “ – yes, TERRIBLY missed. is it RARE for someone to WANT to see you ?? an ODD case … ”

❛ Not odd at all, really! This may come as a surprise, but I am not as pleasant with others as I am with you. ❜

He’s softer with Jackson than most, but it’s impossible not to be. The other is terribly sweet, seeming to require a sort of tenderness --- and it’s terribly rare that Jazzy comes across his brethren in this world. His usual brash and carelessly unstable demeanor can and will be used on everyone else, but not Jackson. Not if he can help it, at least.

#oflimelight #not at all! yr perfect!

( AMOIRE. )

❝ oh. you mean my cross ? it’s a family heirloom. i’ll part with it one day. pass it onto one of my cousins. they thought i died in the war you see. they didn’t know i disappeared to have an immortal life with an unmarried spanish man. the scandal. let alone the fact he is a vampire. ❞

was she telling a stranger her life story ? practically but it wasn’t as if she had children to impart that story to. she would always be childless. a living dead corpse. but a damn pretty corpse at that. at least she had that going for her. her head tips to the side as she moves that little bit closer.

her hand reaches out to run down his vest , a small amused smile on her features. ❝ a shame. i would have hoped it would be rather painful. they’re good at feeling pain after all. it’s nice when they suffer. sometimes i like to keep them alive before i swallow them whole so they know exactly what’s coming after they’ve been partially drained. ❞ she speaks slowly , savouring every single word. wants him to know that she means it. he speaks so bluntly of death , she likes to make it that little bit more sensual.

So much touching, so much closeness! It must have been this way before; after all, his latest entrapment wasn’t terribly long at all, and the world cannot change too much. Still, he finds it strange to be approached and touched so freely and openly. He simply can’t remember this part: it throws him off every time, if only for a moment.

Of course, he doesn’t find it difficult at all to enter the personal space of others, poking and prodding at them. He does it without a thought. He doesn’t think about it. Perhaps that’s the way it is with them as well, though he can’t imagine his own codes of conduct applying to anyone other than himself.

He is still adjusting, he supposes. Being confined in nothingness can have its lasting effects.

❛ That’s one way to do it. One way works just as well as another, really. Whatever will get the job done. ❜

#amoire

Old Man Jazzy™ has specific reasons as to why he claims to hate humans. there was a time when he loved humans very much, and there’s an entire backstory behind his disenchantment with the human race......but it’s a lot more fun to continuously hint at it in the prose rather than actually come out and explain it or allow jazzy to tell the story (as if he would)

#me: knows every inch of this character's story and psyche #also me: let's keep all the details as a secret for a laugh....also bc it's more rewarding storywise #✯ UNLEASHED.

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