Jacques Crevette

26 year old french guy returning to Swynlake.

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Changes Ain’t Changin’ Me || Timon&You (Open)

[jacquescrevette]

hakunamy-tatas‌: 

Timon shook her head. The guy was cute - eager, maybe, but cute. That would have to make up for his awkwardness, at least for her purposes. Or he could be gay. That would track - the guy she ends up talking to only caught her attention because it set off her gaydar. Time would tell.

And then he asked for a Cosmo. Yep. Definitely gay. Not that it was a bad thing, just meant she maybe wasn’t getting laid tonight.

“No, a Cosmo is fine. Would have told you if there were limits to what I was willing to buy. Besides, sometimes they give me a friends and family discount. At least, if I’m lucky and the right person is bartending. Do you come in here often?”

She definitely didn’t remember seeing him around, but that could be her fault and not his. If he was new, it was clearly her job to make him feel welcome. 

Jacques blinked. Friends and family discount? That was convenient. And incredibly lucky for Jacques. He didn’t have that much to spare on drinks, though he would have splurged a little anyway. Maybe not gone the cosmo route, but still. It was nice to see the kindness of a stranger.

“Thank you very much. You’re incredibly kind,” Jacques enthused, a big smile spread across his face. He was very happy that he had decided to come out to Pixie’s. 

He shrugged his shoulders. “Not as much as I might like. I cannot afford drinks too often.” Jacques admitted this with no shame. It was no one else’s fault but his own for not getting a steady job. He couldn’t help himself. He wanted to help people without costs or benefits considered.

“I like the atmosphere though.”

[alittleshocking]

Good Time (*) [Open]

[jacquescrevette]

alittleshocking‌: 

Oh, wow.  That had actually worked! Shock usually went for the sleezier blokes. Not the ones who looked like they buttoned their shirts all the way up, but alright. Okay. Maybe this guy would prove to be useful. Give her some cred, y’know, like–look, I’m nice! I hang out with Nice People™. He sounded foreign, that helped too. Foreign people, in her experience, were much willing to be nicer. (And yeah, she was ‘technically’ foreign here in England, but Americans were their very own breed.) 

“Nice to meet you too,” she told him and boy did she mean it. “I’m Shock and I would love an Old Fashioned. Or whatever’s on tap. A girl can’t be picky when a handsome fellow is buying them a drink.” 

Jacques nodded. “I am sure that they can bring an Old Fashioned. But I would not worry too much. Today is an indulgence for me as well.” He was quite content with it, ordering himself a cosmo and her the old fashioned she asked for. It was nice to have company, and he quite liked company that was so friendly. 

“Well Shock, it is lovely sharing a drink with a stranger. One time I had a very interesting experience this way in the states.” Jacques had met all kinds of interesting people when he’d had a brief adventure in LA. Drink companions and other fun companions all around. Sometimes he missed the lively energy. Though Pixie’s was a good time too. “You just never know what can happen.”

[jacquescrevette]

How to succeed at healing without really trying | Healers Squared

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baenxietydad‌: 

“Oh, you’re going to— um.” He said he was fine, he was positive he was fine, but that sounded so odd to Marlin. He’d only just been out cold!

But all right, fair. He was a healer too, and his body was his, not Marlin’s. It still felt weird to just send him on his way, but what can he do?

“Uh, right. Right, you do that. If you say you’re good to go…I have to admit, I was not expecting you to pop right up unaffected, so I’m. Reacting very strangely, I apologize.”

Jacques blinked. “Oh. Yes I’m sorry. This happens all the time,” he replied cheerily, shrugging it off as he did most of the times that he fainted. “Well okay...not all the time. I certainly don’t get healed when I collapse.” 

He shrugged his shoulders, a smile spread across his face. “But I promise I am well. More than well thanks to your help. If it weren’t for you I might still be a little dizzy or confused.”

[alittleshocking]

Good Time (*) [Open]

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alittleshocking‌: 

“Ain’t you sweet,” Shock purred at this man, giving him a smile sweet enough to rot her teeth. 

He looked the soft, sweet type. Definitely not the kind to sell drugs to, but maybe the kind that everyone liked. Those were always good to have in your pocket. Or, well, Shock assumed so. She didn’t really know. Growing up in Hallowtown, everyone had known Shock on sight and as soon as they clocked her coming, they knew to batten down the hatches. 

“Does that sweetness extend to buying a thirsty girl a drink? Or at least flagging the bartender down for me. They never pay attention to the unpretty girls.” 

Jacques shrugged his shoulders. He wasn’t sure if he was sweet or not, but he tried to do the right thing. And the right thing would be try to make room for someone. Even if there wasn’t much room to give.

“Well...I suppose I have a little money...” He hummed, considering it for a moment and nodding. “Oui. Tell me what you would like and I can get it for you...though I think that is a rather outrageous statement.” He didn’t think her unpretty at all.

But then, he thought everyone was rather beautiful in their own unique ways. “I am Jacques by the way. A pleasure to meet you.”

[rhythmstarfruitcitrus]

HAPPY 36th BIRTHDAY, AARON!

↳ Aaron Kyle Tveit | October 21, 1983 | Middletown, NY

[alittleshocking]

Good Time (*) [Open]

[jacquescrevette]

alittleshocking‌: 

Shock was at Pixie’s, which was one of the few haunts in this town that was actually worth its salt when it came to a party. There were university parties, but that was harder to sneak her way into. She needed an invite, to give her some proper clout. Which meant–networking.

So, she stood near the bar, looking for a possible victim. When she spotted one, she slunk up next to them, brushing shoulders.

“Sorry!” she shouted over the music. “Man, it is crowded in here. You think they’d give a girl some room, eh?” 

Jacques had been wanting a fruity drink. It had been a little while, but he was finally in Pixie’s again, smiling to himself as he sat at the bar. He loved the atmosphere of the place, settling happily as he glanced around the room. He’d managed to save a little money since rooming with Cornelia, enough that he could indulge a little.

He was just nodding along to the song when someone brushed up against him. “Wha? Oh! Yes I suppose it is. Here. There is not much space over here, but I can try to offer you more.” He shifted a little to offer more room next to him. “Does that work?”

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Sugar Rush; (OPEN)

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ariel-the-rebel‌: 

“Swynlake can be like that I guess,” Ariel shrugged. No one ever really left. It was hard to escape. “But glad to have you back!”

She sounded absolutely delighted despite just meeting this man. He was nice though, so she didn’t see the problem. And a Magick! She wondered what else he could heal or if it was just scrapes and cuts. Like, what about the flu? Or a stab wound?

“Here, help me up,” She said, extending her hand to him. 

Jacques grinned from ear to ear. He was just as glad to be back. Though he did miss some of the people he had known before, he still loved this town. “Merci. It is good to be back! I love this town.”

He leaned over to take her hand and gently help tug her to her feet with him. “There we are. All better, oui?”

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Sugar Rush; (OPEN)

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ariel-the-rebel‌: 

Ariel watched with wide eyes as her scrapes and bruises healed. Like - she was a comic book character or something! Well, maybe more like he was a comic book character. But still!

“Oh shi - I mean - “ She cut herself off as she looked form her now healed legs to the man. “…bloody hell that was so cool! What’s your name? I’m Ariel? Are you new in town? You look new.” 

Jacques beamed, absolutely delighted that she thought it was as cool as he did. Jacques loved healing people and the impact he could see he had on other people. It was incredibly satisfying. And people got to feel better. A great win was being able to help the most people.

“Ariel? A lovely name. And a pleasure to meet you. I’m Jacques Crevette. You could say I’m old and new to town. I have lived here once before,” he admitted with a cheerful smile. “I simply could not stay away.”

[jacquescrevette]

How to succeed at healing without really trying | Healers Squared

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baenxietydad‌: 

Merci. Merci? French? He was French! Marlin cocked his head to the side, wondering if he should attempt to reach into the annals of his brain to locate the passable French he once used about once a week in Seoul at the fancy-ass tourist-frequented hotel he bartended at, but when the younger man seemed even more confident in English than him he decided not to bother. He’d only embarrass himself more and make this weird..er than it already was.

Wait, what that? He could barely hear Mr. French Guy over the sound of his own self-loathing.

Healer? Did he say healer?

“Oh! That must be why you came to so quickly.” He snapped his fingers. “Like that, so sudden, I was expecting to actually have to make an effort.”

Marlin tsked his tongue at him and instinctively brushed dirt off his sleeve. “How inconvenient for you. A broken arm can make you clock out?”.The word he was looking for was conk, or maybe knock, but in his defense, he wasn’t speaking his most comfortable language. And neither was Mr. French Guy, so for once, he wasn’t terribly embarrassed. “It would take much more than that for a healing talent fairy, but also because we mainly handle big stuff in groups.”

But for a healing talent, a broken bone was nothing. Arms and legs could be tiring, yes, but a nose, rib, or finger? Child’s play.

“Aish, how many people walked by you without helping for you to be still laying here?” He asked rhetorically, casting a mild glare over his shoulder and the hypothetical passersby.

“Selfish bastards,” he muttered in Korean. He’d never say such words in English, where people could understand him. “Are you all right, though? I have to admit I wasn’t expecting this so I’m not sure what to do. I don’t feel right just sending you on your way without making sure you’re all right even if you have healing magic.”

Some might say what happened to Jacques was inconvenient. Jacques however felt that it was just something that allowed him to help other people. If he was a little uncomfortable, or if he collapsed a couple times that was okay. As long as Jacques was able to help someone.

“Ohhh I see. You have fairy magic. How incredible!” Jacques enthused, utterly fascinated by the idea. He’d never really spoken to any fairies last time he had been in town, which he thought was a bit of a shame. He thought fairies were incredible! 

Jacques hadn’t even thought about how people had ignored him there. Honestly it was a bit of a relief. He didn’t have to wake up in a hospital and potentially pay a bit of a fee for wasting their bed space. No, he preferred it that people hadn’t bothered with him. “Hmm...who’s to say? But it’s alright. It’s better this way!”

He glanced himself up and down a moment just to make sure that he was in fact okay before he turned to smile at his companion. “I’m just fine. Thank you for the help. It is very appreciated.” Should he get some groceries now? Or maybe go explore the park a bit first? Something light and fun. “I’ll probably head to the park for a while.”

[jacquescrevette]

How to succeed at healing without really trying | Healers Squared

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baenxietydad‌: 

“Omo!” Marlin exclaimed, jumping as he stayed knelt over the other man on the pavement. That awake? Already? Who is this guy?

He realized his hand was hovering over the poor guy’s chest, so he could probably deduce he’d been touching him. Wait. What if he got the wrong the idea? What if he- what if he thought he was pickpocketing him or worse? 

Oh no, no, no, no. That wouldn’t do at all, that- he had to- to explain! Yes, yes, of course! He just had to explain and hopefully honestly would prevail.

“I- you-” he gestured between the two of them as a stammered. “The- the pavement. You- oh! I helped! I helped you. See, look, look!” Marlin moved the hair that covered the pointy bits of his ears so Mr. Passes-out-in-public could see. “I’m a healing talent fairy and you were all, you know-”

Marlin stage threw himself onto the pavement and popped back up. “Like that. What happened? Did someone beat you up? No, no that can’t be right. There weren’t any bruises. Nothing seemed wrong with your heart-” the next bit, was barely audible, as he was talking to himself and thinking out loud. “-I had my hand on his chest, it was fine…I don’t understand.”

This was a headscratcher, and Marlin hated headscratchers. He hated mysteries and problems he couldn’t solve. 

“Anyway.” He cleared his throat. “What were you doing? You’re lucky a nice person found you, I could have had evil motives.”

Jacques couldn’t help but stare. He was bewildered as always, on waking up, and more so because this time felt a bit more like a jolt awake than a gentle return to consciousness. Strange, but oh well. He was awake, and he should probably let his roommate know he’d helped someone and that he was fine.

He let the guy talk, a dazed little smile on his face as he peered at his ears and nodded, even though he wasn’t sure he had caught everything. Oh well. The important part was this guy had tried to heal him...wait. He’d tried to heal Jacques? 

How absolutely whimsical.

Jacques jumped to his feet and moved forward as if to try and embrace him. “Oh merci! It is very ironic that you would do this, but merci merci!” He beamed, patting his shoulders cheerily and then stepping back to put his hands on his hips. “I too am a healer,” he declared with a big grin, absolutely delighted by this turn of events. 

“You see, there was this boy who injured his arm...I helped heal it, but you see...” he gestured vaguely with his hands. “When I heal there is always a impact on me. I faint sometimes or pass out.”

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Sugar Rush; (OPEN)

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ariel-the-rebel‌: 

Ariel perked up a little at that. Though being a mermaid, magic was always so fascinating and new to her. Maybe it was because she was forced to hide hers, or maybe it was just that there were so many types out there to see. But either way, it never ceased to amaze her.

Immediately, she took his hands, smiling brightly up at him and clearly excited. “Yes! Of course! Do it, do it!”

Jacques lit up, glad that the girl was willing to allow him to help her. He didn’t like to see anyone hurt or in pain. She took his hands and he smiled, squeezing them lightly before he closed his eyes and concentrated, drawing up the magic from within and allowing it to go through his body and into her, specifically letting it focus on moving down and toward her scraped knees.

He waited until he saw that the scrape was completely covered, skin as new and perfect as before she fell before he let go of her hands, a smile spreading across his face. “There. All better right?”

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How to succeed at healing without really trying | Healers Squared

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baenxietydad‌: 

Marlin was minding his own business when he stumbled upon a very passed out man on the street. He tilted his head from side to side as he worked out what to do. Crouch down and help, or step over him and be on his way?

If he was passed out drunk, he’d probably turn him over onto his side to make sure he didn’t choke on his own vomit and then walk away. If it was medical, of course he’d try to regain his consciousness. 

He knelt down and stared at the man long enough to determine he definitely wasn’t passed out drunk, so that meant it was probably medical. What healing fairy wouldn’t help in this situation?

He placed a hand on the man’s chest and concentrated his magic into the palm of his hand – only to jerk his hand back when much sooner than expected, the man opened his eyes and seemed perfectly fine.

“Uh…hello?”

It was always such a bewildering feeling for Jacques, waking abruptly after passing out. This time was more abrupt than usual, him jerking up like a jolt went through him and riled him all up and his magic with it.

Jacques’ eyes went wide, and he glanced around in confusion, trying to remember just what had come to pass before he’d passed out. He had helped someone. He was pretty sure he’d helped someone. Their arm had broken and he’d...well hopefully he’d done enough.

He blinked, startled as he took note of a man who had...well what was he doing there? He looked awfully close all things considered. Though he supposed sometimes surprise moments like this could build interesting friendships. Jacques tilted his head. “Oh bonjour!” He smiled up at the stranger, waving at him because...well why not?

“What are you doing out here?”

[jacquescrevette]

Something Good | Open

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color-me-unique‌: 

Reed’s eyes widened when he felt the warmth prickling over his face. It wasn’t a painful warmth like before. It felt like fireplaces and hot chocolate and fuzzy blankets and Reed knew that was a very weird thing to feel when someone he didn’t really know had taken his hands. He should be uncomfortable and maybe even a little bit afraid. 

But he wasn’t. 

He was safe. 

After a a moment, the man let go of his hands and asked how he was and Reed’s fingers brushed over his own face, his eyes still wide with wonder. It didn’t hurt anymore. 

This man was magic! He could heal people! 

Reed’s face lit up and he smiled brightly before holding up his hand and signalling a thumbs up. Wow! His day was actually becoming rather amazing. 

Jacques smiled, relieved that he could make up for having startled this guy so much with his enthusiastic dancing. He was never on the normal side, that was for sure, but he hadn’t meant for his ridiculous antics to cause any harm.

It was nice to see the guy smile like that. What a relief! “Oh good. I really didn’t mean to hurt you I swear. I just...” he shrugged his shoulder, sheepish smile replacing the relief. “I am very passionate about music. I tend to sing wherever I go. I did not think my dancing would be...” he gestured vaguely, careful to keep his hands more contained to himself.

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Sugar Rush; (OPEN)

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ariel-the-rebel‌: 

Ariel had been too busy trying to stop herself from face planting to pay attention to people calling to her. And was definitely not paying attention to calls in foreign languages. 

But as a man made his way over, she looked up from inspecting her palms and knees to see a cheerful face looking down at her. Though obviously concerned. She sighed, doing a once over herself. Nothing broken, nothing sprained - thank goodness for that.

“Yeah…just some scrapes and bruises, but I’ll live,” She shrugged. Then looked back up at his offer. “Oh - do you have bandages or something on you?”

Jacques shook his head, kneeling down to study the scrapes a bit. These would be nothing to heal. It really wouldn’t take much at all, as long as she was willing to let him hold her hands briefly. Any kind of touch would work really, but he found the connection worked best if he held someone’s hands.

“Non...er...I am a magick? I can heal with uh...me,” he tried to explain, though he was fairly sure he was doing a terrible job of it. He held up his hands in offering. “It is like...if I can touch you, just the slightest bit the connection will allow me to use my magick to clean or heal your wounds. Scrapes or worse.”

[jacquescrevette]

How to succeed at healing without really trying | Healers Squared

@baenxietydad

Jacques had left the place he shared with Cornelia early that morning. He had wanted to do something useful. He’d thought at first maybe he’d try to get Corny a pastry or a coffee or something, but then realized he was really low on money. Maybe he would see if anyone needed help with something.

Admittedly, he was far too open to just helping people because they needed it, than to get paid...so he likely wouldn’t do all that well. The thing was, Jacques probably needed to actually try to get hired by someone. He just...didn’t think he could stick with the structure of a strict schedule.

So instead here he was, looking around for any sign of someone in trouble. It surprisingly didn’t take long, as he saw a dark haired boy attempting something that was objectively dangerous. Before he could call out and try to suggest the boy try something else, said boy took a skateboard (borrowed from his brother) and rode it up a makeshift ramp. And as Jacques suspected...he went flying.

Jacques hurried over, grimacing at the awful sound of a crack and then the cry of a boy in pain. He had broken something. Well Jacques would make sure it wouldn’t be for long. Breaking bones was painful, and healing it was challenging, but Jacques didn’t care. Jacques was going to help him. He knelt down by the boy, carefully studying where he was hurt. “Don’t you worry, I can help patch you up.”

The boy seemed skeptical at first, but Jacques reassured him, offered up his hands and when they had that connection, he closed his eyes and let himself focus. The healing magic swept through his body and into the boy’s, wave after wave of it going over the injury repeatedly until what was broken was mended. Once he knew it was done he cut off the connection, though as soon as he did it felt like all the energy had left his own body and he passed out on the ground there.

The boy was wide eyed and muttering ‘oh shit oh shit oh shit’ and took off, not wanting to be implicated in somehow hurting this dude. So Jacques remained awkwardly collapsed on the ground.

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The Interview Process; Corny Shrimp

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thornoftheveil‌: 

Cornelia’s face reddened a little at that. Gosh, she wanted to move on from her little moment of vulnerability. She waved her hand at it all, hoping to dismiss whatever pity he was taking on her. Because she didn’t need or want that. 

“Good idea. I need to know what my new roomie eats,” She said as she smiled and grabbed her purse from the couch. Like did he have any allergies? She felt that was important to know.

Plus, she just needed to get out of the house. She was tired of being holed up, and locking herself away. Halloween was almost here, and that was not the time to be hiding. Even if there were scares coming her way.

“Lets get moving then,” She opened the door. “And when we get back we can get started on the exciting paperwork we have to fill out and make this official, okay?”

Jacques beamed, utterly thrilled to go along with it all. He was lucky to have found someone like her who was so ready and open to having him as a roommate. This was the best luck he’d had in a while. He was so grateful to her.

“That sounds wonderful. Thank you again for being so delightful.” He was overwhelmingly lucky and he was going to show that gratitude by shopping for groceries and at the least being helpful arms to hold the bags for her. “Let’s see what we can find at the store.”