Balance and Justice

Alexander 'Lex' Locke, son of Nemesis thirty-one, aspida, lawyer

[lawyerlocke]

unholyrod​:

well, it’s a nice-looking grin he’d won, for his efforts. “RIGHT. that guy.” there’s clearly more to constantine than what he remembered, but he knew enough to start. more than he knew about nemesis, at least, but lex seemed amiable enough to fill in the gaps. there’s a slight tinge to his cheeks, and a nod, at the title.

“oh, no shit?” brows up. he could almost see it, lex with a sword in one hand, and scales in the other. “you do any stuff with blindfolds, or is that all like, a ‘motif’?” rod didn’t tap into any of the sorrow in the aimlessness, content to meander. “hopefully time forgives you. we can shoot the shit instead, save that time from your ruthlessness.” smoothing things over was his deal, his skill, his long-running habit. “who you are, who you were, whatever’s on your mind, man.”

He’d heard the title thrown around a few times after the underworld, just figured it was one of those things. Never seen much of a reason to look much further in to it than that. There was a lot he didn’t really know about, even after being in camp for a while now.

“Pretty sure that’s more of a Daredevil thing than me. More of a sword and shield guy.” It was strange not wearing his armour and having his weapon of choice close at hand. Strange feeling unprotected. He wasn’t sure he liked that feeling any more. The weight of metal against his frame had grown comforting. Of course, the other’s suggestion earned an easy laugh, head tilting toward Rod and purposefully rolling his shoulders.

“Who I was, huh? Before I came here, I was a lawyer. English equivalent of what you guys call a public defender. Been working my way through the office for nearly a decade now.” God, he’d turned thirty one at camp, nearly forgot that. “But that promising law career’s kind of come to a stop. Still doing the whole defender thing though. Aspida, house of the tanks.”

[lawyerlocke]

baggressive​:

“Maybe?” He squinted, trying his best to recollect his fight with the beasts. “I honestly was paying closer attention to those nasty fuckin’ claws. Those are what got me so damn good.”

“You think you know me, huh?” He grunted the words through the discomfort of being tended. The grin gave away that he was only teasing. “I mean… you’re not wrong, usually. But the whole not being able to walk well part of it kinda makes me think I should probably follow directions.” A shrug. “Just this once, though.”

“Understandable, really.” Lex’s words were easy, continuing the task at hand with care. Cleaning up what he could, checking some of the deeper wounds as he went. Wanting to be sure of what damage had been done, fully aware of Josh’s proclivity for not wanting help regardless of how bad a situation was.

Which is why he was pleasantly surprised at the other’s admission.

“Well damn, you think you know a guy, huh?” His tone was teasing, but he knew better than to push too much, instead giving a quick nod and thinking of the best way to do it. “I either lift you bridal style or you can lean on my shoulder. Your choice. I’d say which one I’m expecting but you just keep surprising me today.”

[lawyerlocke]

unholyrod​:

a second (and third, and fourth) look at the demigod before him had rod thinking. brows low, lips pulled in, until there’s almost a light bulb over him. “wait. wait wait wait, I know this one, I swear,” and he’s snapping his fingers, trying to jump start his brain…

“the magic guy! like, with the suit, and the cards, and the lighter, I swear I know it.” he was reaching, but no dice. “ugh. just tell me, sorry. but– don’t worry, man. you look great.” the words were genuine, and he reached out to straighten the man’s coat.

“lex, got it. never heard of nemesis, but that’s a whole word with its own deal, so I’m filling in the blanks.” enemy, opposition, rivalry. lex didn’t seem like that, but rod didn’t see himself as a prince of the underworld, either. “what’s next on your schedule? for saving my ass, you’ve got a hanger-on for a while.” he grinned, warm and wide, meaning it as much of a gift as he could make it.

Lex could almost hear the click and then fizzle as the other tried to get to the right answer. Honestly? He was impressed with even just getting that much out of it, and the smile that settled on his features was a plentiful enough sign of that.

“John Constantine. Or Hellblazer, that as the title of his initial comic release.” A beat. “Which is ironically fitting considering Prince of the Underworld right here.” An easy chuckle, not quite the laughter from deep in his stomach that had initially escaped at Rod’s position, but still present. Still easy.

“She wasn’t really part of the big pantheon thing from what I understand. More of a... Force of Nature. Retribution against those who showed hubris. Although she’s got some links to Justice, too, considering the woman holding the scales you see at courts has some influences from Nemesis.” Funny what you found out through being a lawyer and a demigod. Of course, the next question had him pausing, and offering a soft shrug of his shoulders. “Didn’t really have much of a plan. Was kind of just... Killing time.” Seemed sad to be heading back to the Aspida cabin already but he didn’t really feel the whole Halloween Spirit, either.

[merlinsprat]

[lawyerlocke]

baggressive​:

“Nah.” The disappointment was clear in his voice. Josh would love to be able to pull a you should see the other guy moment but that wasn’t the case. “I got them both pretty good and then they just… ran off.” He gave up the cloth and immediately ran a hand through his hair, trying to quell his frustration. “Huge. Hairy… but also had feathers. kinda moved like a bear but also was on two legs most of the time.” The description sounded ridiculous so he left it at that. “Some weird ass shit out here.”

Yeah Lex definitely would not have made it back to camp if the things had turned up on his scouting sessions. On the one hand, it’s a relief that it wasn’t him, but at the same time? It was his job to end up looking wrecked from a fight stopping other people getting hurt.  “Did they have beaks like an owl?” Because if fucking owlbears were real he was gonna be keeping his distance from those damn woods. Either way, he set about cleaning the wounds with methodical process.

He wasn’t trained, but you picked things up over the years. Occasionally reaching over to squeeze out the worst of it. “I think I know you well enough to guess we’re going back to your room rather than seeing somebody who knows how to patch you up, right?”

[lawyerlocke]

unholyrod​:

“…woah.”

rod held his arms out, looking down the length of one, than the other. wisps of…something…were coming off the nearly invisible plates. they seemed solid, but then again, not. was it real? he blinked a few times to be sure.

then wiggled where he sat. the ground was kinda soft. looking down, it was a crotch between his spread knees. oh, oh shit. he jumped up, whirling around, facing his rescuer with all but a nervous chuckle. “thanks for the save, man – even if I did kinda, sit on your pecs, for a minute.” reaching out, he knocked the demigod’s chest with the back of his knuckle. “firm,” with a nod.

then that hand was offered in greeting, and hopefully in peace. “rod maza. hades guy. no clue what I’m doing.” as if that wasn’t clear enough already, standing there in a wolf onesie and ghostly armor, the latter fading away.

Okay, yeah, no, the laughter was back just as quickly as he’d managed to control it at the combination of the look on Rod’s face, and the situation itself. He remained on the floor for a few moments longer, just taking the opportunity to check out the other’s costume. His own was, well.

You had to know to know. Most people didn’t, but that was fine.

By the time he pushed himself to his feet, he’d managed to hold back some of the laughter. A quick nod at the thanks, and then the tap to his chest prompted a wider grin. “Well damn, and here I was aiming for soft and squishy today. Gonna need to keep working on that.”

The shake he gave was professional, never quite getting out of the habit. Handshake’s were all part of the introduction with him. “Alexander Locke, but just. Call me Lex. Nemesis’ son. No clue either, mostly just been winging it.”

[lawyerlocke]

baggressive​:

Josh heard Lex’s voice before he saw him. That was mostly due his eyes being closed- some of the marks from his fight were deeper than others. Cleaning them up was painful and for whatever reason pain was easier to handle when you weren’t looking at it. Probably not the smartest thing to do when tending to your own wounds but no one every said he was a genius. 

“Big ugly thing. Two of ‘em.” His words were slurred a bit from exhaustion, his eyes only half open as he looked over at Lex. “No clue what they were ‘cause I don’t recognize half the shit that we find in these woods.”

Lex idled for a moment, even as the other continued trying to clean up the wounds left by whatever had caught him. Eventually allowing the tension to ebb from his shoulders, the immediate spike of need to... What, pay back whatever had managed to do this to a guy he’d seen behead three giant crocodile things? The attack at night had given him too much of an ego for his own good.

“You take ‘em out, at least?” His words were steady as he instead dropped in to a crouch in front of the other demigod, holding a hand to try and get the other to hand over the damp cloth. “Describe ‘em for me, see if I can shed any light on it.”

[raveyn-an-ort]

Aesthetic: Nemesis | Greek goddess (11/…)

[lawyerlocke]

baggressive​:

Restless might’ve been a good word for how he’d been acting but reckless fit it even better. Joshua had stepped up on his patrols of camp’s perimeter after the last attack but he wasn’t exactly stealthy. He also wasn’t the type to bring backup with him. It was only a matter of time before he would run into trouble and, of course, it was a lot for just him to handle. 

Covered in cuts and scratches, he managed to get back to camp in one piece. He just… needed to take a break by the lake and rest before trying to get any further. Leaning against a big rock, he sat down and started cleaning the worst of the wounds while contemplating taking a quick nap to try and get some energy back for the walk to his room.

Idle hands made the devils playthings. It was a saying he’d heard a lot from his parents, because Lex had never really been the sort to function well with nothing to do. Camp had proven... Difficult to contend with in that regard. There was only so many times he could repeat the same actions without it growing in to a routine, and then in to something close to stagnation. Rinse and repeat.

It’s bad to view a bloodied Josh as something different, and concern was still his first response, but beyond that? It was at least a break from the normality.

“What happened to you?” It’s palpable in his voice. Concern, curiosity, just bordering on questioning whether he’d finished the job or not. Because hey, Lex could take a beating better than most but he was still fully prepared to kick somethings ass even if it took longer.

[georgevilliers]

[lawyerlocke]

unholyrod​:

just as his body had settled into its position as he’d given up, rod perked up at the voice – almost comically, with how his butt seemed to bounce up a bit, as he shoved himself backwards a bit through the opening. “am I making a good impression yet?” he asked, waving to the side. hey, if it got him the help he needed.

but that was just before hands were gripping low on his sides, and something in those curling fingers threatened a strength he almost couldn’t imagine. “go for it–”  that was until the pull.

it’s lucky rod had the sense to throw his trapped arm forward, otherwise there’s no telling what’ve happened to his elbow or his shoulder, with how hard he shot through the opening. already folded over, the pull on his waist had him bent in two as he shot back – right into the man’s core, whoever he was.

in a new burst of power – power he didn’t know was his own – he’d tugged on his connection to the underworld, calling a few spirits to take the worst of the coming blow, surrounding himself in dark, ghostly armor.

“It’s definitely a memorable impression, I’ll give you that.” The amusement was still palpable in the Demigod’s voice as he figured out the best angle to try this from. Considering where the other’s shoulders were, it was definitely going to be anything but a straight pull.

He probably should’ve considered his strength before he pulled.

It’s definitely a good thing the arm went forward. The armour was unexpected, and not a skill that Lex had encountered before. New guy? It’s an idle thought, but mostly just distracted by ending up on his ass with Rod pretty firmly placed on his chest.

“Okay?”

[lawyerlocke]

unholyrod​:

rodrigo thought it would be funny to try and enter the doggy door of the likely haunted mansion. ambrosia said it was a better idea than it actually was, leading to a real attempt. his shoulders were square. his chest was firm. his arms were thick. and he got one arm and his head through, before he could get no further, the soles of his boots scraping as he slips and ends up on his knees.

ass up, the tail of his fox outfit raised.

he scrambles to free himself, pushes and tugs, but gets nowhere. it’s visible when he deflates, giving up.

rod, son of hades, could use a hand.

There was a pretty expansive list of things Lex would have expected to see on Halloween. A huge list of expected results, and a guy stuck in a doggy door was absolutely nowhere to be seen. He’d have made some attempt to figure out who it was but he hadn’t really gone around staring at guys asses all that much. Definitely not long enough to tell from this exact position.

Instead, he’s damn near belly laughing at the view for a solid minute when he catches sight of the other’s entire frame just slumping in defeat.

“Alright, alright, let’s get you out of there, mate.” Easy words, not even sure who was trapped, but shifting in closer regardless. Hands hooking at his waist, and getting ready to give a pretty strong pull once he had the go ahead.

“Ready?”

[lawyerlocke]

Lex Locke as John Constantine

There was always something a little freeing about Halloween. For somebody who spent every day walking within he lines of the law, it was one night a year where he had the opportunity to play a character, if only for a night. Seeing as camp was heavily favouring DC if what he'd seen and heard was anything to go by, Lex figured he'd join the crowd. Although a little more out the normal. Trench coat, slacks, white shirt with a red tie loose at his throat, hair just possibly more blonde than before, and even playing up the Liverpudlian accent with each greeting.

What lawyer wouldn't want to be the sod that could sell his soul to multiple devils and get away with it?

[lawyerlocke]

@btchcrft​

      While Lex had been inside the temple a few times, he’d never really taken the time to worship how he assumed most would. Instead, he talked to her. About his life before camp, about the few battles he’d seen. There wasn’t really anything he could think of as an offering to her. Flowers and Jewels seemed more like acts of bartering, seeking favour with a goddess who sought out justice and delivered punishment. Empty gestures.

      Back to the central dais, staring up at her statue, he paid little attention to the comings and goings of others. Almost as if he was in a conversation, rather than rambling about his first case. New to the office, new to the role, new to everything. He could never be entirely sure he hadn’t made a complete tit of himself, but it was certainly interesting to learn from it.

      It was only after he finished his story that he registered at least one person had been sticking around, gaze finally shifting from the statue of one of his mothers to instead glance toward Kian with a sheepish look.

     “Sorry.” Apologizing was probably just in his nature at this point. “Never really figured out something physical to give ‘er. After this place nearly got broken, figure it was at least good to share some stories.”

[lawyerlocke]

rldlnghood​:

laying on the lawyer was better than laying on the ground in concept, but metal bits were starting to dig. getting a laugh or two was worth it, at least. watching lex relax, be at ease with someone like himself sprawled overtop.

reaching down, he lex’s wrist to keep that arm around him as he shifted – knees forward, body upright – setting lex’s hold to rest low on his back, or on his ass, if he let it. straddling lex now, seated forward, ivan pulled his shoulders up, stretching with his arms, making an elongated view for lex underneath him. “easy doesn’t seem like the word for either of us,” he offered, bringing his hands down to push on the chest of the demigod’s armor. “as much as I might like to tease.” cue a little roll, his hips bumping forward a bit.

If Lex had been planning on ending up in this position with Ivan after training, he definitely would’ve started ridding himself of the worst of the armour if nothing else. But that would’ve required the forethought that it could happen.

This? This was entirely unexpected territory, but it wasn’t unwelcome. Far from it. He soaked up the physicality of the exchange, and the unmistakable warmth from the son of Hestia. He knew next to nothing of him, but still felt more calmed in his presence than most he’d encountered. Each breath was slow as Ivan began to shift himself in to a position that seemed more comfortable for them both. Palm settling just at the hem, thumb daring enough to run against it. Almost bordering beneath fabric, but still holding himself back from breaching that barrier.

“Can I really say anything on the teasing front considering the massage?” The bump of the other’s hips was mirrored, free hand instead reaching up. Cupping Ivan’ jaw, thumbing against the bare skin there. Some form of contact.

[lawyerlocke]

bxsh-wxck​:

   The night were levels of hell for the smith-son, having found himself stoking the fires of the forge into the early morning. Tired eyes hold bags of sleeplessness, Bastion found himself nodding back at Lex as he spoke. “—You know you might have something there.” When was the last time heard an alarm clock? Phone screens had been switched for tomes and the son of Hephaestus almost forgot about the mundane features he let go of since he had arrived here. “I hope we can get electricity here sometime soon….cause this shit isn’t going to cut it.” With a pause, followed with a yawn, he quickly held back a laugh at the though of resting in his armor. 

      “Truthfully I’d be smothered by mine…I couldn’t imagine.” after all he was getting used to heavy armor. 

     At last Lex was used to sleepless nights. Enough to function, to not make a mistake in a courtroom, but beyond that he devoted too much of his time to other projects to ever really consider himself a good sleeper. Adjusting his position to glance toward the forge son, he eventually pointed to a handful of locations. “Perimeter bells, and a big one in the temple, maybe? At least then somebody can run for one of them than just hoping we can hear the screaming.” He was just glad to be quick enough to react before the skeletons could really do too much damage.

     And that the repairs weren’t exactly horrendous to work through. He didn’t have much experience, but he followed direction well enough.

     “I was kidding. Pretty sure I’d end up stuck in bed if I actually slept in this. Even worse when I can upgrade to that fancy lookin’ plate.”

[lawyerlocke]

tellmeinstorms​:

credence was at the ready to ask ‘just a minute?’ but the son of nemesis’ added comment made a small smirk bloom on his face. he’d come out to amble around camp, only to find the other by mageia’s doorstep like some adorable golden retriever – it was the blonde hair – with its tongue out. “are you doing research about the one that’s nested up right next to our home?” credence chuckled, then leaned in to whisper into the ear of the stone hydra guarding the entrance. soon, the mahogany doors creaked open. “if you see some weird spills or items or anything that looks off … maybe don’t touch it.” the storm witch went in first, hoping the other would follow. 

Not the first time, and unlikely to be the last, that the comparison was made about Lex. Loyal to a fault to the people he cared about, generally pretty open with his affections to friends, definitely more of a dog than a cat. But, it suited him fine, and made his job a hell of a lot easier. Nobody expected the ruthless aspects to the pursuit of justice to come from somebody who smiled with such ease. “He piqued my curiosity for the subject, yeah.” An easy shrug of broad shoulders, even f he shot a cursory glance out toward the mountain peak he knew Miseryn had claimed as his roost. “Even if it looks particularly dangerous and potentially deadly? Damn.” He did follow behind the other, gaze already drifting around the house as they moved.