#rocketlawyerjade

[shiirakeru]

“JADE!!! JADE!! Don’t make me sound like a meme-loving idiot to the handsome guy!!!”

[haematophiliac-a]

What is to come?

An entire week had passed in a blur, Jax finding himself completely drunk once more. He cradled a three litre bottle of cider to his chest as he walked to Jade’s from the headquarters of the Rocket gang, having already gone through half of it while on the way. He hadn’t drank it within the half hour it took, more rather took his sweet time walking there, stopping to sit on a bench for an hour at one point. He had sat and watched the world pass by in a haze, puffing on a few cigarettes in the mean time. He hated smoking. He hated booze, but that was all he found himself doing recently. He hated it.

If there was one thing he hated more, that was being a burden. He thought himself as one only within the past two days, coming to realize that not everybody wanted a drunken mess in their bed every night. He hated that thought, but still couldn’t stop himself drinking a shit load of booze every day. Jade was someone he had come to somewhat respect... if he had the capability to feel such a thing. No, he didn’t feel anything, but the man had put up with him for a week now lounging about in his home, passing out every night who knows where. He recalled passing out on the floor a few times and waking up in bed. That, he thought, earned the man some respect. Or whatever. He wasn’t sure what to feel if he could feel anything. He wasn’t sure about anything any more. Even the people at work had started commenting on his state. That really rattled him.

The lift took him to the floor of Jade’s flat and he found himself almost falling over as he stepped out, cursing quietly under his breath, holding the wall for support as he edged along. Sipping on the cider he quietly tiptoed to Jade’s home and let himself in, full well hoping Jade was out or at least asleep. The key card let him in and he switched the lights on, blinking in the harsh light.

Nobody in sight. It was eerily silent.

With a shrug and a rather sad sigh, he walked through the living room and into the bedroom and, ensuring the cap was on the cider bottle, passed out face down upon the bed, bottle still in hand.

He was gone to the world.

[shayochism-moved]

rocketlawyerjade replied to your post: “Ahahaha Jax is a grunt.”

At least he knows what a shower Shay, and is out the closet

“Excuse you I shower twi-”

“I’M NOT GAY!”

[vindictivewraith]

Footsteps plodded in a quick rhythm as the figure of a younger woman ran through the streets, hurriedly moving along with her head held low, wet hair sticking to her face. It was with luck that it had just stopped raining but still she was soaked through, even her thick platform heeled boots squelching as she moved.

Which way... which way... Damn, which way was it? 

She panted, glancing around as she paused her dash. There were so many turns and twists she had taken that she felt utterly lost in the maze of the heart of the city. 

Over there?

She looked to the right.

There was a yell. Of pain.

It must be that way, she thought, starting to run in the direction of the ruckus. It was a little distance away but loud enough to be heard, especially as a trash can could be heard crumpling.

Finally she reached her destination, skidding to a halt at the mouth of the alley.

“Oi! Leave them alone!”

[addressyourarsenic-blog]

[ x | @rocketlawyerjade ] 

Satan’s expression was unreadable save for a hint of amusement in his eyes. He was quite right-- Jade would not be a waste of his own time to watch. Keep his eye on. He clasped his hands together and held them in front of his torso, shifting his weight expectantly. 

“You are right to say that I did not come looking for this man. Lucifer will certainly have field day. Or perhaps Mammon. A greedy one full of cowardice.”

Satan stepped over the man and walked closer to Jade.

“That was such a wrathful display, would you not agree? It is interesting...”

He put a hand to Jade’s chin, forcing him to make eye contact.

“I wonder, how much there is that you repress to keep that professional facade of yours.”

[lovelycharmingvillain]

@rocketlawyerjade (continued from here)

Things were still a painful blur, but James’ senses were gradually returning, and he picked up most of what the man was saying. 

“Cops?” he muttered, honing in on the most worrying detail, and then yelped as his mystery rescuer started to run.

Actually, now he took a good look at him, not so mystery.

He’d seen the guy around HQ, always buried in paperwork or chattering to higher-ups; James wasn’t entirely sure what it was he did in Team Rocket, but it seemed important.

“Oh!” he exclaimed suddenly, paying no mind to the instruction to be quiet. “I remember now! We were in the middle of robbing that building and then...” He looked up at Jade mournfully. “Those twerps had the nerve to destroy our robot!” he whined.

James glanced up. Were those sirens?

[pursuitofpxrfxction]

@rocketlawyerjade 

                  ∵ ⋠ ♅ ⋡ ∴ Massaging his shoulder after the long flight from Alola, a sigh escaped Uilani’s lips. He didn’t necessarily want to be here with the man he couldn’t stand, but his father had come to believe this would be a golden opportunity for the boy; if the landed the case of course. What better way for Uilani to break out into the family business than to aid in the defense of one of Kanto’s larger businesses. A crooked business, sure, but they weren’t here to pass judgement.     “I expect you to be on your best behavior, Uilani.”     ❝Of course sir.❞ He rolled his eyes as his father recited the usual script. Despite his defiant attitude at home, Uilani was able to flip a switch and become the perfect son he was expected to be at a moment’s notice when in public. And he did just that as they walked through the door of the meeting room. 

      Lips held in a polite, yet professional smile, Uilani bowed to the others present in the room, awaiting his father’s greeting to them before he himself spoke up in an introduction.        ❝Saitou, Uilani. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, and I look forward to working with you all.❞ A courteous bow was given before he extended a hand toward the other Defense attorney they would be working alongside should this pan out in their direction. His doll-like features and petite stature may have seen out of place here, but the air of professionalism he gave off said otherwise. ❝Do not let my age and lack of face fool you. My father has been training me for some time now, and I will prove to be an asset to this team.❞

[executive-geneticist]

✦ - … Someone my muse admires

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✦ - … Someone my muse admires

When I look at this boy at my feet, I see little more than a spineless maggot groveling on his knees. He doesn’t, of course; no, this one is too proud to beg. I can see it when I look at him. He has the same body language as I did at that age. He’s cocky, arrogant, much too sure of himself considering where he’s standing. I know exactly how this scene will play before I’ve even said word one. I will present the crimes for which he is most damnably guilty and he will let them roll off his back like so much water. He thinks himself unshakable, but he’s never felt the quake of Giovanni Sakaki. Making him tremble would be the least he deserves.

He will not break, this one; no matter how many times I open his flesh or bury his nose in the dirt he’s dug for himself. He will scream, yes, under the right amount of pressure but we will both be the worse for it; he for the damage done, I for the wasted time and… potential. Yes, I can see that, too. Untapped (though he’d scoff and lift his chin to be told as much), unfocused, wasted even in that high-rise laboratory as he slaves for the betterment of his fellow men.

Would it surprise him, I wonder, if he were to find I knew all about him even before he set foot on these foreign shores? That his file was exhaustively researched, his life relentlessly categorized and cataloged, his exact worth measured and weighed against the investment I was making in bringing him here in the first place? Would it shake him then to know that everything he’d done, all his accomplishments, had been at the hand of the man he tried to defy? Yes, perhaps it would, but again I would be left with less than I started. Broken men do not offer true loyalty, dejected as they are in their acceptance of reality. No. Much as it would please me, breaking Archer Apollo would serve no one and I am nothing if not a man who values service.

Perhaps, then, another route is the answer I seek. This one knows– even if he would deny it unto his grave– that he has signed his own death certificate with this foolishness, that he lives on borrowed time now that he’s been dragged here before me. It would be easy– easier still than the crimes he’d gotten away with until he made the mistake of underestimating The Great Machine– to do away with him and be done with it and he knows that, has likely already accepted the inevitable. Now I will give him his life back. Grant him the honor of sitting at my table, the freedom of working towards the goals he’s so long been denied, the power to achieve the greatness he believes is his due.

And he will worship me for it.