Patrick Jane

This Blog's timeline is set right after Jane lost his memory. He starts in Hive City as a selfish, deceiving Medium. After regaining his memory, everything is normal again Affiliated [Citta Alveare]. Indie-Friendly.

[sassymentalist]

(Just leaving a quick note here. I changed my meds two days ago and have to see how they work now. I've been pretty optimistic this morning, but became so sleepy later. And I had a stupid appointment this morning DX

I have to take the time I mentally need, to do my replies. Yes, I am aware that I'm way behind with replies on my Muses and I apologize to those I am threading with. Sometimes I reply fast.. sometimes not. But I love you all! ,w, Thank you for understanding and for bearing with me)

[sassymentalist]

{Mini with Akagi}

[scatterinthewind-blog1]

" Hmmhmm…  "

Akagi took a moment for decision. He didn’t really have methods nor did he pay much attention to the pack either. He closed his eyes for a moment and opened only other one as he returned the look.

" Three hearts, two spades and ace of clubs, perhaps? " 

[sassymentalist]

Patrick is surprised, but acknowledges the result. There would be no fun about this in denying it. He's showing the other the cards he picked.

"You have pretty good intuitions, I have to admit. But will luck be on your side again in another round?"

[sassymentalist]

{closed with November}

[m16november]

He was nervious, but of course a great deal of shock and panic was natural for someone who just walked into a trap. November had to say he was fairing better then most though. Some people paniced so hard thier flight responce made the choice of leaving thier frozen hand behind for them. The problem was that his rushed and  petty promisis wern’t going to do the trick either.

"You clearly don’t understand the position you’re in. Killing you is a minor inconvenience for a man like me. My consciences won’t be stained in the slightest." November lifted up his other free hand, putting his index finger gently against the mentalist’s head. Even a dunce could determine what would happen if a chunk of their brain was frozen. The result was instantaneous cell death. Not a pretty fate, but that was his threat. Cleaning up would be someone else’s job though. November didn’t really mind leaving messy deaths in this city. This man’s wallet would cover any damages, and also the cost of a new pack of smokes.

November sighed, still feeling like they didn’t fully grasp the actions they needed to take to escape. Humans were so idiotic some times. A contractor in this position would have already made the rational choice and given up. Perhaps February was right in thinking they really were the superior race. “When someone threatens your life, you have two options: either give them a convincing reason not to kill you, or make them laugh. But you haven’t done either one of those things so you might want to hurry before I make up my mind.”

[sassymentalist]

A moment of  tensed silence. Just fixing won't do. Reasoning. Why denying something, that would return to him, anyway? But this a city isn't familiar to Patrick. And there's no one that he knows. The fog hardly leaves his mind palace. Uneasiness. However, there's something he does remember by now. Maybe it's just by instinct. But maybe there's a bit more about it. I can't just die like that. "There's... still something important I have to finish. Something that I alone have to do. I don't really remember what, though. But it has to be something very important. Something I can't just let someone else take care of." Patrick shrugs. Or, he tries to. "Actually, I can't remember what happened, before I ended up here. Was it the doing of those scientists? That I'm here somehow, yes. But not the loss of particular memories. All I did remember when I woke up, was that I worked as a medium. I know something about it has to be wrong, I'm not one to just forget things." Our brain sometimes tries to protect us by making us forget. He's tilting his head, clearly wanting November's finger anywhere but there.

"But Jack, in all sincerety... It's a bit hard to remember it all clearly, when you threaten to sundae my brain, you know? Can't you just  use handcuffs for once, like people usually do, and we talk it out by a cup of tea? My treat. Obviously. Since you want my purse anyway."

[sassymentalist]

Teresa protecting her damsel

[sassymentalist]

{Mini with Akagi}

[scatterinthewind-blog1]

A moment of pondering… The guy was probably cheating somehow, Akagi could tell as much without looking the cards. But since he hadn’t noticed how…. 

" Fine. I’ll accept. "

One by one he turned them around and chuckled. Amusing enough. He wasn’t sure of the trick but all correct. Turning the cards around for the other he continued now:  

" Right right…. However… "

" I’ll double the bet. Let’s do it other way around now! You pick the cards.  I’ll give a guess. It’s only fair I’ll get to try too hmmhm?"

[sassymentalist]

Patrick chuckles. He's not used to people trying to turn the tables, but why not? The cards aren't manipulated. He's just paying attention to them. There's nothing for him to hide about it.

"Of course, why not?" He's curious about the other. Is the other fully aware of a mind palace too, maybe? Patrick shuffles the cards, and draws three. He's got three hearts, two spades and ace of clubs.

"Well?"

[sassymentalist]

{closed with Oleander}

[kxchamara]

Unfortunate as it is, Oleander’s thoughts are exactly what Jane expects them to be. If it isn’t for the blasted schedule the city puts him through, he would have marched back home immediately. But that isn’t the case, and here is he checking his phone every three minutes in hopes that Karkat Vantas texted him back. ( The boy is surprisingly good when it comes to pet care. Its astounding. )

"No, you didn’t forget to refill the water for your Bunny."

“What makes you think I own a rabbit?”

Suspicion reigns supreme, as he does not feel the telltale signs of being around another psychic. His head doesn’t ache or feel probed, or anything like that. It could just be the scientist’s influence, of course, but whether he’s communicating with another psychic or not, it pays to be on guard.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, bub.”

[sassymentalist]

Patrick had spotted straw. Well, one single stalk. Not enough to have the other work somewhere in a zoo or farm. That guy was one to rather talk with a pet, than a human being. Most likely a rodent. But truth to be told, it was mostly good guessing on Patrick's part. And the other denying it vehemently, proves him right.

"Oh, you know what I'm talking about. You where so concerned about it, it wasn't hard for me to tell."

[sassymentalist]

(I know I owe about one or two more replies here on Jane, and a bunch on Riley, Anna & Sweets. I tend to those later today, but I'll try to get all done before Meme Sunday. It's horrible weather here and I'm a bit of a unmotivated couch potato, to be sincere. Not much seems going on here too, but that might be just me xD Yes, that, and the idea of having Jane coming here with memory loss was not as much of a brilliant idea as I hoped first -sweats- Mostly because I had a hard time decididing, whether having him getting his memory back within one Thread, or individually with each character he meets. But I decided now, that I'll let him have a spark on his memory once within one thread and it'll apply generally to all future threads with Jane, because it simply makes more sense. That being said, I'll do a change on his app, once it happens.  Just to clarify that on this part ^^)

[sassymentalist]

{closed with November}

[m16november]

Was this man still after him? November had to turn back around to face him again. Apparently they had gotten reckless and wounded their pride. He would just never understand what that felt like, pride. It could drive humans to do some utterly foolish and irrational things that contractors would never dare. It was quite possibly the worst of the sins that afflicted their kind. November didn’t even experience the wrath that would have otherwise driven him to kill this man. At least, not without a reason to do so. 

"Excuses may help you, but personally I don’t care. Get that through your head." Suspicious, hardly. In fact their purpose was to conceal November’s own eyes, so that he could observe the movements of other is secrecy. In the time since he had turned around, Novembers eyes were not on the man’s face, like any normal polite human. They watched as he thought he could get away with a little thievery. Try someone more trusting next time.

That move was a grave mistake on his part. November looked back to him, expression unchanging, and shook his hand. ”Of course. Jane… ” Red syncratron radiation glowed in his eyes as November used his abilities. Jane’s outstretched hand was frozen solid in a fraction of a second, locked permanently in a hand shake. The freezing wouldn’t hurt, no that just felt like numbness, bristling frostbite. The real pain would come later. November himself was imune to the cold grip of the icey fingers.

"No need for apologies. You were doing very well until you gave me a reason to hurt you. Why don’t you you give me back both my wallet, and yours, and I’ll call it square. I’d hate for you to have a hard break.” November tighten his grip on the man’s frozen hand, showing how easy it would be for him to break off his hand at the wrist like an icicle, if he tried to back away or do anything funny.

[sassymentalist]

How to deal with something you believed to be nonsense? Patrick didn't see this coming. How should he? Magic and the like isn't more than trickery and lies where he comes from. It appears, it's more real here than he wanted to believe. His arrogance caused him trouble, once more now. One can say, history repeats itself. Just with the little difference that he's affected personally this time. Still, he's getting a familiar feeling from this situation. There's the wedding ring on his frozen hand. And there's guilt and sadness rushing over him, for a faint moment. Not now.  He tries to focus on this, well, chilly situation. It's difficult to stay calm like this, of course. He can't move his hand, nor pull it away. The other squeezing it, doesn't make it better. He can't run away anyway, as much as he want to. And he would like to run. He's certainly not the bravest soul around. Not if it comes to such things.

"Okay, how about you release me first, and I'll return your purse?" Yes, he's scared. What else could he do now, than backing off? He's glancing at his frozen hand. At the wedding ring on it. He could dish out another lie. But he just can't bring himself over doing it. Mentioning them through a lie would break him. "I won't run away. Cross my heart."

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[sassymentalist]

{closed with November}

[m16november]

"That’s strange you’re hearing a female voice. My friend is a young boy." A living doll, more importantly, one who rarely spoke. November had only even heard he was this boy’s friend though second hand talk.

"Absolutely true, I have better things to do then waste my time on your lies. Next time, take more care not be exposed as a fraud, even if I’m not the type who gives a danm." Though now this trickster might have to fear being exposed to others by November, he had meant his words whole heatedly. Only the foolish would get caught in a scam like this, and he didn’t have the time to save everyone from themselves. It had been a wonder he had let this man get so far into his little act without stopping it sooner.

[sassymentalist]

Jane isn't sure, where the sudden feeling of anger inside him comes from. Or why he failed to make a correct guess. He doesn't realize that it comes from within a memory, a promise to himself, to stop with this nonsense. To stop stealing from people this way. But he fails to understand, because he doesn't remember it. Or rather, he doesn't want to remember.

"As I said before, Jack, I'm feeling mentally tired." Jane's neutral tone is still not really getting away, how he's feeling about it. "It was a faint, blurred vision." He turns around, back at the other again, because he doesn't just want to leave it like that. Not because he's afraid that Jack could be a threat. It's injured pride. Wrong pride. He'd teach that one a lesson for insulting him that way. "Sometimes the visions are clear, sometimes they're just faint and short." He mumbles, as he went closer to the other, to snatch the other's purse. He's doing it fast and casually, but his eyes are focused on the other's shades. "...but wearing shades in such a weather really makes you look pretty suspicious, my friend." To keep the focus on eye-level.

"But everyone it's own. My name is Patrick Jane, by the way. Figured I should maybe introduce myself as well." Jack's purse is already in his own pocket, within well-practiced and quick movements, when he's reaching out his hand for a handshake now. "I think we've caught each other flat-footed. I didn't meant you any harm, and I apologize if I woke up unwanted memories."

[sassymentalist]

{Mini with Akagi}

[scatterinthewind-blog1]

Akagi turned his look towards the stranger for a moment before turning around. As he did this the first indifferent expression turns into a slight smirk. Not only one but he also grabbed two more after giving the deck a good shuffle.

" Make it three. "

" And get the order right. How does that sound? Let’s check them one by one. "

[sassymentalist]

Jane grinned. "I'm in"

"100 bucks, that the first card you pulled was a spade ace. The second was a ten spades. The third was the king of spades. On the way to a Royal Straight Flush, are we?"

[sassymentalist]

{closed with November}

[m16november]

"Please, call me Jack." Curiously informal for someone who was as formally dressed and mannered as November.

"How fortunate then. My friend was robbed of an ordinary life because of his ‘gifts’, reduced to what you would call a doll, or simple tool. So forgive me when I say this little act of yours is quite insulting to his memory." November said it all with a cold tone, which was exactly how he always spoke, only the slight smile that usually graced his face was gone.

"Perhaps. I have a few associates who I miss deeply, though I’d be sorry to say I’ve never shed a tear in my life for their sake, nor they for me." He was telling the truth. Contractors didn’t cry, though often many wished that they could.

[sassymentalist]

Bingo. But It's not like Jane cares all too much about what the other said. The only thing that really counts to him now, is to keep a good reputation, so he could pull off his show here. He's closing his eyes for a moment. "Well, Jack. Didn't you imply that dead is a relative matter in this place? Why aren't you out and on your way to look for that person yourself, then? Because it isn't so easy as you like to think. The loss of your friend is weighing you in false hopes. She just told me." He's opening his eyes again.

"But I'm tired now and have to rest. Farewell." He turns on his heel and attempts to walk off the scene.

[kouwanhime]

She looked at the man in silence for a few seconds, before turning back to regard the pistol. What kind of human was he? Was he even human. Everyone outside of the Fleet seemed so alien. Males were an odd enough sight alone.

”I know… What it is… But, protection..?”

She turned the bb gun in her hand, before firing a pellet at the ground and watching it ping away harmlessly. There wasn’t even a mark.

”Then… I think it is a joke…" She trailed off as if in thought, before turning her gaze back to his. "I am not… So useless as to shoot myself… But this… Could not hurt me…" But still, she put the ‘weapon’ away.

[sassymentalist]

"A joke, yes." Jane chuckles. But he can tell that she's not sure about him for some reasons. Is it about what he said? Or that he's a man? Most likely more the second. She doesn't care all that much about this stupid bb gun.

"Oh, I didn't meant to insult you. How about you let me make up for my little mistake and I invite you for some tea? Having a good talk is by far more interesting than useless weapons."

[sassymentalist]

{Mini with Akagi}

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Jane pulls out his poker cards from his vest, and quietly watches the reaction of the people around him. There's one that seems interested. He's casually walking over to him and reaches out his cards. "There, shuffle them and pick one card. I bet that I can tell, which one you picked. How about it?"

[sassymentalist]

{Mini with Levy}

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    ❝Yeah, I am. My name’s Levy.❞ A small smile laced her lips as she replied to the male. ❝You are assigned to sector 4 as well? Well it’s nice to meet someone else who is here too.❞

[sassymentalist]

"Nice to meet you, Levy. It's indeed nice to get to know people, that are in the same sector as I am. It doesn't feel so huge and lonely anymore, right?" He's pointing back over his shoulder.

"Oh by the way, I saw there is a cute little bookstore. Inside, they're running a cafe as well. Would you allow me to invite you? I'd love some tea now, but it's boring alone." It is true, he is bored alone. But that's not the only thing he got in his mind. Levy is too young tho, but maybe she knows a few girls that are a bit closer to his own age.

[kouwanhime]

sassymentalist

Why had they given her such a thing? A gun- or rather, a BB gun. Was this an appropriate toy? Did they think she’d like it..? It looked real enough, she supposed. Gripping the weapon from above, her claw like digits grasped the corner of the weapon between the handle and the barrel. Holding it in front of her face, she frowned slightly.

But only after staring in silence for a few moments did she noticed someone was standing nearby. She leaned her head to the side slightly.

”…Oh… It is… A toy..? They gave it to me…”

[sassymentalist]

Jane had been watching people quietly and patiently. That's when he notices a girl with long white hair and a horn. Quite unusual. She makes him think of a unicorn. Just, humanized. She got huge breasts as well. And she seems pretty confused about the bb gun. A thing that Jane had been wondering himself, when he found a bb gun inside of his own pocket. Why would they give him such a thing? But this isn't about him now. Or, not about his bb gun.

"It's a bb gun, if I recall that correctly. Not really useful. I believe, they give them to us for self-protection. It's somewhat of a bad joke, really. Still, you could shoot yourself into the eye if you play around with it like that. I'd suggest you to put it away."

[sassymentalist]

{closed with November}

[m16november]

"Please, allow me." November stepped between the man and the crowd, flicking out his hand to drawn their attention. "You’ll all be quite relived to learn that in this strange city, one hardly stays dead for long. Rather then buried under some false tombstone, I’m sure they are out and about looking for each of you. Go on." There was a murmur of confusion among the crowd. Of course, it was hard to believe unless one was as well acquainted with death in this place as he was. However, a glimmer of hope proved to be stronger then belief in the supernatural. Rational prevailed again today, and most of the crowd walked away to go find their lost loves somewhere else. November turned his green shaded sight back to the man who had been looking to make a quick dime off their worries. 

"Now, that’s quite the load of work off your shoulders. For a medium, you’re much different then I’ll admit used to." Well usually they were much younger for one. The only person to ever refer to him as a friend was a medium as well, though the very real power that dolls possessed in spiritual projection was easily distinguished from fake games of regular humans. "The name is Jack, Jack Simon. British foreign ministry. Though that hardly means much here." Would this fellow be brazen enough to pull the same trick on November as well?

[sassymentalist]

A unexpected turn. Jane hates it when people interfere in his business. Even more so if they try to ruin everything. Yet, there's no sign of anger on him. Of course, because that would give away everything.

"Haha... interesting." He chuckles. "Against common beliefs, I don't consider my gift as a burden, Mr. Simon. And connecting to the deceased isn't the only thing I'm capable of. I wonder what you're hiding behind these shades. Maybe you're in grief, yourself?"