#jumpingjaxx13

[askaceattorney]

Dear Curious Spectator,

I’m still getting to know everyone here.  Most of them go by some sort of nickname, like “Sharky” or “Grey Ghost.”

I was dubbed “Polly”!  It was so polite of them to leave it mostly unchanged, don’t you think?

-Paul Atishon

[wingresistance-archived]

jumpingjaxx13 replied to your post:

Hey! I’m not saying that you’re wrong, because you’re so right. I just want to offer another perspective. While I agree that stunning him was so out of line, I saw the slap as more of a mother/child sort of thing? I mean, it’s pretty much been confirmed that Leia and Poe have a mother/son relationship, and look at how much she loves and worries about him! I saw that as a terrified, worried mother getting angry at her son for putting himself in danger and over-reacting.

  ( while i am all for this close relative relationship they have, i wouldn’t quite call it ‘mother/son’ because we respect and love shara bey here ), but yes, i do understand that they’ve developed a fairly close relationship which i do love as well, don’t get me wrong. but not once in the comics or extended materials has leia ever resorted to physical violence to prove a point to poe, or even for her to prove a point to anyone else.  and in fact she did chastise poe once (for almost the same reason in tlj) by grounding him, a natural step for what a leader should do in a military setting. i think leia, out of everyone, understands most to keep the line between professional and personal distinct. if she chastised him in private, perhaps i can let it slide, but she did it in full view of everyone on the bridge to put him in his place. it cheapens her as a strong leader and given how much poe looks up to her and yes, regards her as an aunt-like figure, it’s not ok. 

[leaper182]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Here is my fic for my @gothambuddyexchange buddy, @jumpingjaxx13!

(I know it’s not finished, but this idea was too good to let slip away. It should hopefully be finished in the next few days or weeks.)

[askaceattorney]

Dear Asher Wright,

No need to be embarrassed or apologize.  In fact, this probably won’t be the last one of these letters we answer.  This news still hasn’t spread to everyone yet.

To be clear, the Mod isn’t technically gone so much as on vacation, but as far as we know, he isn’t answering letters addressed to him right now.  I hope his two new proteges will suffice for now.

Dear tanlerst,

That’s true, isn’t it?  I’m surprised he didn’t at least have a few bruises after his breakdown.

...Come to think of it, where did he even get that statue?

(Song in Letter)

Dear carlcatron,

First of all, thank you for sharing your new song on this blog.  It was very gracious of you, and I appreciate it both as a fan of Ace Attorney and a lover of quality music.

Secondly, this is a pretty sweet remix, to say the least.  I love how subtle yet strong it is musically, and your saxophone playing really gave it a nice overall “flavor.”  In fact, I’d say it all sounded jazzy enough to be a “Layton Brothers version” of that song.  If they ever made a crossover between those two games (which would be awesome), I imagine that’s what it would sound like.

Of course, I’m no musical expert, but I’ve heard quite a few remixes of video game tunes, and I’m happy to say this is one of the better ones out there.  This might not mean a lot for now, but I’ll give this song the Co-Mod Seal of Approval.

(Link in Letter)

Dear jumpingjaxx13,

I’m guessing you wanted us to add this to our list of other ask blogs, so I went ahead and added it.  Let us know if that wasn’t the case.

Dear Southern Corn,

Again, I went ahead and blacked out the plot-revealing parts of your letter, since I enjoyed the game enough to want to avoid spoiling it for others.

The sixth case had a very interesting setup, but, like you said, it was very confusing.  I still don’t get how that “kiss of death” was supposed to have worked, and why it was necessary if Sassina was just going to be stabbed anyway.  The music also seemed out of place, unless they were trying to give that case more of a “spooky” feel than a “mysterious” one, which would just be a weird change to make so suddenly, in my opinion.  I did, however, like most of the pun names, and I can’t help but wonder if Uttar is a distant relative of a certain deceased magician...

The seventh case was indeed short, but I thought it was a nice change of pace to give the player a case that’s not only much easier than the previous ones, but also has a completely different goal, plus you get to visit the actual location instead of using Alfendi’s machine.  It might not have changed much for the player, but it was sure fun to see Lucy and the Prof. do some actual work “out in t’ wild.”

The eighth case was basically a continuation of the cliffhanger in the seventh case, similar to Turnabout for Tomorrow’s continuation of The Cosmic Turnabout in Dual Destinies.  I especially liked the unexpected twist that occurred -- you’re locked in a room, and the only way to get out and discover what’s going on is to solve a fictitious case (based on a real one) without help from the Prof.  I do have to wonder exactly what the point of it was, and why Alfendi’s kidnapper was so certain that he couldn’t be trusted, but I enjoyed how suspenseful the story got, as well as the humorous dialogue between Lucy and the kidnapper.

And the final case, like many of the previous ones, threw me for a loop on more than one occasion.  For one thing, I didn’t expect to see Lucy's happy, trusting demeanor suddenly change.  She’d already come to trust the Prof. in practically everything they’d done together, which was no small amount, even knowing about his behavioral condition, and now she was starting to entertain doubts about him.  Then there was the enormity of the castle, which required an insane amount of searching.  Then we learn the truth about “Potty Prof.,” which I can safely say I never would’ve guessed.  And finally, there’s the culprit, who was probably the last person I expected it to be.  You never know what people do when no one’s looking, do you?  The way he did it, on the other hand, wasn’t that hard for me to deduce, but I’ve still got to hand it to Level-5 for their masterful misdirection.  Good on you!

All in all, I’d say it’s a very fun adventure for anyone who likes interactive novel games and/or the Professor Layton series, and I’d recommend watching it (or going ahead and buying the cases if you love the series that much) to any fan of Ace Attorney, due to how similar the two of them are.  However, if you do decide to watch it, I would not advise watching the videos with voice-overs.  I’m sure those guys are nice people, but when you give a South American a high-pitched, Italian-sounding accent, you’re just messing things up for the viewers.

One last thing -- I’ve started watching 999 and, to be honest, it's been impressing me a lot less than I'd hoped it would (and that’s putting it politely), but it’s still somewhat intriguing, so I’ll reserve judgment until after I finish it.

Dear Southern Corn,

....Oh my gosh, it’s come back to haunt me after all this time...

-The Modthorne and Co-Mod

[kingdomheartsloversstuff]

jumpingjaxx13 replied to your photoset: white-rainbowff: festeringsilence: nspamc: ...

@kingdomheartsloversstuff that was my thought exactly. I put it in twenty different ways, but that was the highest score!! There’s obviously something wrong with it XD

*Gasps of horror* that thing is obviously broken!!!!

[streetsolo]

blind (Chirrut x Baze)

Prompt: Before RO Baze and Chirrut are captured by the Empire or someone and Chirrut has a force inhibitor put on him. He panics because he's so used to being able to see with the Force and now he's truly blind. Baze is there for him though / Could we maybe get a cute little spiritassassin proposal shot? Requested by: Anon / jumpingjaxx13 Characters: Chirrut Imwe, Baze Malbus, Stormtroopers  Word Count: 1825 Click here to read on ao3 

It was bound to happen sooner or later, they just hadn’t expected it to be so soon.

“Let’s go,” the Stormtrooper says, pushing Chirrut and Baze into the back of an armored transport, directing them with the tip of a blaster Chirrut couldn’t see. “You’ve caused enough trouble for one day.”

“Trouble?” Chirrut asks, struggling to find his way up the back of the boarding ramp that he knew was somewhere in front of him. “We weren’t causing any trouble.”

“Oh no?” the Stormtrooper asks, but his voice is dry. “What do you call murdering six of our best troops?”

Chirrut thought about pointing out the fact that they were harassing a defenseless girl, but he knew that wouldn’t mean much to them.

“Entertainment,” Baze scoffs at length, and Chirrut can feel the corners of his lips curve upwards into a happy smile.

“Hold on just a minute.” A different voice, still a Stormtrooper, but different from the one that had spoken previously. He lays a hand on Chirrut’s shoulder, and through the Force, he can feel concern bubbling hot in Baze’s veins. “This one. This is the one we were warned about.”

“You were warned about a blind man causing trouble?” Chirrut asks. “And what kind of trouble can a blind man cause, exactly? I can’t even see.”

“He’s got some kind of connection to the Force,” the Stormtrooper tells the others, making sure to emphasize the last word to show how ridiculous it sounded. “Anyway, they want us to put him in these.”

Chirrut holds up his shackled hands by his face and gives them a good shake. “Are these not good enough?” he asks. He can feel gloved hands grab his wrist as they undo the cuffs, placing new, tighter ones around his wrists before they release him again.

Suddenly, he was alone, very, very alone. There was darkness in front of him, behind him, on either side of him, but this was different than the darkness that usually obscured his vision. This wasn’t darkness, this was emptiness. Nothing. He couldn’t see, and what was worse, he couldn’t feel. Baze had been right behind him, he was so sure of it. There had been people around him, but now it was almost as though he was standing in the middle of an empty darkened room, completely unable to see or feel anything around him.

“Baze?” he calls out hesitantly, and for a moment he wondered if he had truly been transported to another dimension. Maybe the Stormtrooper had decided to have some fun and give him a good knock in the back of the head, and he had suffered an aneurism and dropped dead on the spot.

“I’m right here,” Baze replies immediately, sounding much closer that Chirrut felt him to be. His voice was quiet, but it hardens as he addresses the people around him. “What’d you do to him?”

“Force inhibitor,” one of the Stormtroopers replies. “Was said to work on Jedi, figured it would work on him. Now get in the back.”

Chirrut feels a hard shove on his shoulder and somehow manages to stay upright as he stumbles his way into the back of the transport. He could hear his footsteps echoing off the walls, could use that sound to try to determine the size of the transport they were in to help Baze figure out a way to escape, but suddenly that seemed the least of his concerns right now.

“Take a step back,” Baze instructs suddenly from somewhere in the darkness. “Then sit.”

Chirrut does as he’s told, slumping back against the wall until he slides down to take a seat. He holds his hands out in front of him, waiting until the metallic doors shut with a clang behind him before he dared to speak again.

“Baze?”

“Yeah?”

“Are we alone?”

Baze pauses for a moment as if surveying the inside of the transport, or maybe he was just curious as to why Chirrut couldn’t sense anyone himself. “Yeah,” he says at length, although his voice has more of a reserved edge. “Yeah, we’re alone.”

“I don’t know what they’ve done to me,” Chirrut says, the fear echoing in his voice. “I can’t feel you. I can’t feel anyone.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” He can hear the chains clinking as Baze readjusts his position, as his knees bump against his own as he moves to sit directly across from him. “Here, hold out your hands. I’ll see if I can get the cuffs off.”

Chirrut lets out a snort. “Good luck.”

“I don’t need luck, I have you,” Baze replies softly, and for a moment time seems to stand still as Chirrut can feel Baze’s calloused hands around his own. It’s the only thing he can feel right now, the only thing he’s able to sense, and yet the sensation of just this skin to skin contact was bordering on overwhelming. “Can you try to get free?”

“I can try,” Chirrut offers as he lets his eyes slip closed. “I am one with the Force, the Force is with me, I am one with the Force, the Force is with me, I am one with the Force-”

“I mean actually try,” Baze snorts. “The Force can’t hear you now.”

“The Force can always hear me,” Chirrut replies. “There may come a time when I abandon the Force, but the Force will never abandon me.”

“Well I don’t see that happening any time soon,” Baze replies gruffly, and Chirrut can feel himself relax somewhat.

“Pray with me,” Chirrut says, and it’s both a question and a statement.

“It’s not going to help,” Baze says flatly, but Chirrut just sits there patiently, his expression unchanging, and eventually Baze lets out a sigh as he puts his hands on either side of the cuffs and braces, as if he’s trying to pull them apart. “Fine, let’s do this.”

“I am one with the Force, the Force is with me,” Chirrut chants, his words blending together in quick succession as he repeats the words over and over again, faster and faster, as if desperately willing the Force to return to him.

“The Force is with me, I am one with the Force,” Baze chants, reversing the mantra somewhat, truly proving himself to be Chirrut’s other half. He didn’t need to believe in the Force. He didn’t need to believe in some mystical energy that was said to control people’s fate. He believed in what he could see, what he could feel, and he believed in Chirrut.

Their words mix together in the stale air of the armored transport. It wasn’t a holy place to pray like back in the temple. It was a dirty place, a place of regret and heightened emotions of fear and apprehension, but Chirrut let all those emotions float away from him as he concentrated on Baze’s presence, as he concentrated on being able to feel him again. He was blind without the Force, but through Baze, he felt as though he was still able to see.

And suddenly he could see. Baze was there, right in front of him. He could sense two Stormtroopers in the front of the armored transport. He could feel the size of the transport, could suddenly hear the loose lock clicking against the outside door as it hummed slightly over the ground. Baze could probably break it open with ease. He was strong enough, he knew, and as if to confirm this, his ears suddenly registered the sound of the Imperial binders snapping from his wrists.

“How?” Baze asks, and Chirrut is pleased that he is once again able to sense his friend’s sense of bewilderment. Not awe, it was never awe, but confusion and a mingled sense of respect for his friend and his apparent abilities.

“I am one with the Force,” Chirrut says simply. “And the Force is with me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Baze says, and after a brief moment, Chirrut can hear the sound of his own binders breaking as he pulls his hands apart. Baze was strong, stronger than most, and it would take more than a set of Imperial binders to be able to contain him. “So where do you want to go now?”

“Back to the temple,” Chirrut says evenly, but Baze just snorts in reply.

“The temple’s gone,” he says simply. “If we go back there, we’re just going to end up right back in this truck.”

“Then we best get comfortable,” Chirrut replies, but Baze seems determined to disagree.

“It’s time to give this up, Chirrut,” he says with a sigh. “We need to move on, go somewhere else. We need to find a new home.”

Chirrut frowns as he leans forward, placing his hands on both knees. “The temple may be gone, Baze, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have a home.”

“If you say one more thing about the Force-” Baze warns, but Chirrut simply shakes his head.

“As long as we’re together, wherever we are, that is our home,” Chirrut says, his words ringing out strong and clear.

Baze snorts as he shakes his head, but he can’t help but chuckle underneath his breath, shaking his head from side to side. Such statements of affection from either of them were scarcely heard aloud. They tended to comfort each other with gentle mocking and idle jabs, but sometimes there were words that needed to be said, and this was one of those times.

“Does it matter where we go as long as we’re together?” Chirrut asks him, his voice serious, and it’s clear that he’s waiting for an answer.

“S’pose not,” Baze replies simply as he grunts and gets to his feet. “Back to the temple it is then, if that’s what you wish.”

“It is,” Chirrut says as he also gets to his feet. “That is, if you think we can find a way out of here.”

Baze takes a few quick steps towards the door, and Chirrut can hear the heavy pounding of his fists against the metal. Once, twice, and suddenly he can feel a blast of warm air on his face as a smirk tugged to the corner of his lips. “After you then?” Baze asks, and Chirrut works his way to the end of the transport without a doubt in his heart. He couldn’t see what the ground looked like beneath him, but he was sure that Baze would not let him go until it was absolutely safe to do so. The Force had given him the power to see after all, just through different eyes.

“As long as you’re behind me,” he says as he crouches down, preparing to make the jump.

“Like I have a choice,” Baze replies as he jumps out of the transport after Chirrut. He would always be following after Chirrut, it seemed, always prepared to be there for him when he needed him.

And Baze didn’t mind in the least.

Okay, so I admit that I may have stretched the proposal a little bit there, but I really like the sort of romances where it's just sort of the spirit of, "You and me to the end of the line" and they don't ever outright say how they feel about each other, sort of like Han's, "I know" instead of, "I love you too." But maybe that's just me!! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!! Cheers!!

[streetsolo]

Could we maybe get a cute little spiritassassin proposal shot?

Oooooh, I like it!! I think I can actually work this into the other spiritassassin ficlet I’ve got going on, if not I’ll try to make it its own thing because I need to write more spiritassassin, I totally accept this. xD 

[ahsoka-fulcrum-tano]

jumpingjaxx13 has entered the temple

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” she smiled softly