#jezzell

[jasleh]

4 and 7 for jezzell because i like that name a lot

ooh, one of my lesser known ones!

4. Has your character ever been hurt or betrayed by someone they thought they could depend on? What happened?

I would say not really? Because Jezzell has largely spent her life “knowing” that she can’t depend on anyone. At least in some ways...

when she was 5, her older brother dumped half the responsibilities he’d been shouldering on her because she was “old enough to take care of the others now.” (this left him to focus on running interference with their parents - who were not deliberately abusive, but were extremely neglectful and prone to putting their children in dangerous situations when they remembered they had them) she managed... because she had to... but she was always pretty bitter about that. Once she decided her youngest sibling was old enough to fend for himself (... he was 14 if I remember correctly and absolutely wasn’t, but that was still a lot older than when she had to start fending for herself) she fucked off to become a pirate.

she does depend on her shipmates to a certain extent? It’s something of a necessity of ship life, but she mostly does it on the assumption that they are not, in fact, dependable. 

7. If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would it be and why?

... oh man...

well, when I asked her she said “Razzix.” That’s... that’s harsh Jez. 

so apparently the answer is the older brother that dumped everything on her when she was 5 >_> I can’t entirely blame her for that, but he was doing the best he could and it wasn’t exactly his fault. Their parents are already dead though, so I guess he’s the only target left. I don’t know if she would actually go through with it though.

[jasleh]

FFxiv 30 day writing challenge

Prompt 25: Obsolete

“Ah, so this is where you two have been hiding.”

Chechejava and Chechejala straightened guiltily at their sister’s voice, trying to look like they had absolutely been working on a legitimate project and were only over in this hidden corner of the workshop because it was … handy. Right, very handy back here. Nooooo shenanigans happening at all, no sir. Perfectly ordinary work.

Jajaza strolled into their little area, hands behind her back. She began circling the device they had been working on, poking it occasionally here, and opening a hatch there. Java and Jala exchanged nervous glances. How much trouble they were in would depend largely on her mood and how amusing she found this particular potential prank to be. So far, she was giving no indications. Finally she stopped circling and stood facing them, a stern expression on her face. The twins tried to look innocent.

“If you are going to make a magitek tomato cannon, the least you could do is not make it out of shamefully old parts.”

Java and Jala exchanged another glance, then Jala spoke up. “We… uh…” She waved him off before he could finish.

“Had to scavenge parts from decommissioned machines, I can tell.” Finally, she cracked a small, sly smile. “I can get better ones.” The twins broke out into grins. Yes, she wasn’t going to chew them out. Or turn them over to Raza… or Jessie, who would be much worse. “We’ll test it on Raza.” The grins grew a little manic at that. Oh, they were dead. They were very dead. But what a way to go.

[jasleh]

Chazzwik hummed softly to himself as he made his way towards the docks. He was in an unusually good mood. Not only had he managed to find work this morning, they had paid him what he asked for without fuss. What's more, a ship had just come in, and pirates new in port were known to be loose with coin. Some of them were bound to need the services of a healer. Small victories, perhaps, but he'd take it. He bought some hot food from a street vendor to celebrate, and headed towards where his wife worked. They could eat lunch together. He turned a corner, and caught sight of Jazzy in her usual fishing spot. "Hey, Jazzy!" he called to her. The docks were pretty busy, and he was hardly the only one yelling, but she heard him all the same. She turned and waved, smiling at him as she put her fishing hook aside. He waved back, but froze mid-wave as he heard an unmistakeable voice yelling from somewhere behind him. He turned around and searched for the source of the friendly-sounding insults. (Such a strange tone of voice, had she ever spoken to him in such a tone? If so, he couldn't remember it.) If the voice hadn't yelled again, accompanied by a wave from one of the newly-arrived pirates to another, he doubted he would have spotted her. A pirate. Jezzell was a pirate. Jezzell was alive. The near-decade since he had last seen her had left it's mark. Her face was far more weathered than he remembered, and also considerably happier looking. She'd picked up a few scars, but was otherwise whole. He couldn't believe it. There had been no word of her since the day she'd kicked him and Zellix out of their house, sold it, and left Kezan. Everyone assumed she'd died. He could do nothing but stare at her, dumbfounded. Unfortunately, she noticed. "And what th' fuck're you starin' at?" She stared back confrontationally, but it was clear that she didn't recognize him. "J.. Jezzell?" It came out as a squeak, and he cursed himself for a fool. He should have apologized and left. Too late now. Jezzell blinked at him, tilted her head consideringly, blinked again, and then finally... "Chazzwik." It was not a question. Her tone dripped with disappointment. How little had changed in nine years. He wanted to disappear, to melt into the ground and escape, to run - but her eyes pinned him, as they always had. She looked him up and down and her lip curled in a sneer. "You ain't made much of yerself, I see. Can't say I'm surprised, though I'd think even you'd be able t'afford somethin' better'n those rags you're wearin'" He straightened indignantly at this. His robe had been a gift, and while it was beginning to look distinctly well-worn, he was still very proud of it. "It's better'n what you're wearin'!" Not entirely true - her clothes were weathered, but also looked quite sturdy. "I've been workin' on a ship. What's yer excuse?" She spat back, then shook her head at him. "Worthless." *** "He is not!" The interjection startled both goblins, as neither had noticed Jasdralinda's approach. She had arrived just in time to hear the last part of the exchange, and was not about to let such a statement go unchallenged, no matter how much confrontation went against her nature. Fists clenched at her sides, she stepped up beside her husband and glared down at the goblin woman. The pirate glared right back at her. "He is not worthless!" She repeated, forcing herself to meet the other woman's gaze. "And who are you, anyway? What gives you the right to judge him?" Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Chazz glance up at her with an expression she couldn't quite decipher, then back down at his feet. "His sister, Jezzell. Who raised 'im. I'd say that gives me every right." Jezzell said flatly. Jas jerked back a bit in surprise, recognizing the name. Chazz had spoken of this sister before. The opinion she had formed from his stories had not been flattering. "I can't say I think much of your parenting methods," she said coldly. Jezzell's eyes narrowed in anger and her hands went to the hilts of her swords. "Don't you dare, don't you dare judge me! I started takin' care o' my siblings when I was five years old! If it weren't for Razzix an' me, most of 'em would'a died. We did the best we could. You say you value 'im?" She gestured at Chazz. "Then you should be thankin' me. If it weren't for me, he'd be dead. I gave up my childhood an' more so he could grow up ta be th' waste'a space that he is. An' who the fuck're you?" Her voice had started low and dangerous at the beginning of the rant, but had steadily gained in volume until she was nearly yelling. Jas had backed up a few steps, but forced herself to stop and stand proudly as she answered. "His wife." That shocked her, alright. Or at least surprised her. It didn't last though. Her expression quickly faded back to contempt, and she looked the blood elf up and down, then turned to Chazz. "Figures. What goblin'd marry you?" She spat at his feet and walked off, leaving them both speechless.