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Time ticks back, back, back. Back to before the doors locked. Before an angel found her love again. To before the Sins got lonely.

It would seem, this is a reset. A fresh start, another chance to do things right. But will you take it? 

[the-silent-screamer]

Seven Septic Sins Part 1: Jameson Jackson Chapter Two

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Word count: 618

Characters: Jameson Jackson, Ella Frances (original character) 

Warnings: none

Tags: @seven-septic-sins-arg @goldenlips-silvertongue @fortified-chests (Please send in an ask if you would like to be tagged in this fic series)

A/N: Whoooo boy this took WAY too long to write- vacations and VBS stuff came up and since I’ve started my own ARG I’ve been doing my best to balance everything out- but let’s crack on with this

Jamie hoped that he wouldn’t be recognized by one of the audience members in the large theater- he was wearing his bowler cap, and made sure to mostly keep his head ducked down. Normally, he would be happy to meet any fan of his work, but right now, he was a man on a mission. He found his seat and quickly sat down, making a focused attempt to not engage in any nearby conversation.

The crowd’s murmuring began to evolve into applause as the curtains began to open. On the stage, a woman in a bright red dress stood beside a piano. Her dark brown hair was cut into a short bob, framing her face perfectly.

Jamie did have to admit one thing: she was rather attractive. But her looks would not be able to compensate for her voice. Jamie smiled smugly to himself- there was no way she could compete with him. 

...until she actually began to sing.

The knot that had been forming in his stomach suddenly tightened. As soon as he heard her voice, he could tell that the reporters had not been lying when they claimed her voice to be angelic. It was beautiful… and she…

She was better than him.

The thought left as soon as it came, but it seemed to leave an echo in his head. She was stealing his spotlight- the spotlight he had rightfully earned! Who did she think she was?

He didn’t realize how long he had been in his own head until he heard applause begin to erupt from the rest of the audience. He quietly clapped along with them; he didn’t want to look out of place. As soon as the curtains closed, he stood and made his way toward the doors; he wanted to be the first to meet her.

As he entered the main lobby, he looked toward the large staircase that descended into the room. He could see Ella, now wrapped in a white fur coat and holding a black bag, making her descent. He quickly made his way to the stairs and climbed up them, which quickly caught Ella’s attention.

When he was close enough, he took off his hat with one hand and offered his other to her. “Miss Ella, it’s an honor to meet you,” he said as he ducked his head down in respect.

“Well, hello sir,” Ella replied as she offered his hand to him. Jamie took her hand and kissed the back of it before looking up to her face. Her light-green eyes peered back at him; he felt his heart skip a beat when her gaze met his. She was even more gorgeous in person.

“Might I say, your reputation precedes you,” Jamie said. “I read about you in the paper the other day. I myself am quite the lover of music and vocal talent.”

“Ah, I think I know who you are. You’re Jameson Jackson, aren’t you?”

He couldn’t help but smile to himself; at least she wasn’t completely ignorant of his talent. “Yes ma’am, I am. It would seem that we both have quite the reputation.”

“Right,” Ella replied with a little laugh.

“Well, I won’t keep you here- I know that there’s always a crowd after a show. Perhaps our paths will meet again soon?”

“I certainly hope so, Mr. Jackson.” Ella smiled to him before descending the rest of the way down the stairs to join the crowd in the hallway. Jamie took a moment before heading down himself. As he made his way through the crowd, one thought prevailed his mind. 

“She’s better than you. She’s better than you. She’s better than you.”

He now knew what he had to do.

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Invitations

You are handed an envelope. It feels silkier than a standard one, and has your name written across in exquisite calligraphy. The inside holds a standard invitation, which reads as follows:

You are cordially invited to a party, hosted by the Kings of the Seven Sins.

We look forward to your presence.

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The Seven Septic Sins

All seven egos stand in a line, shoulder to shoulder. Some smile, others are stone faced. There doesn't seem to be an order to this.

"Hello. I'm Jameson Jackson, Head Sin of Envy. I am the oldest, by far."

"Yup. You all know me, but I'm forced to do this. g̀OD̢ ̡ḐA̵MN͜ YO̡U͟.

After a moment, he straightens up and fixes his tie.

Ahem. Anyway, I'm Antisepticeye, Head Sin of Wrath."

"I'm Jackieboy-Man. I want a pizz- Oh wait. I'm Head Sin of Gluttony. Can I get that pizza now?"

"I'm Marvin. Head Sin of Sloth."

"Chase here! I'm Head Sin of Greed, probably because I keep-, WHO KEEPS PUTTING STOVES IN THE COMMONS?!"

"And I am Henrik Von Schneeplestien. I am Head Sin of Pride!"

"Last, but nowhere near least, is me. Mercury Schneeplestien, Henrik's fraternal twin. I prefer Mercury, though. Or Merc, whichever suits you, darling~"

"Get back to your introduction and stop flirting for five seconds"

"Sorry, Jameson dear. Anyway, I'm Head Sin of Lust."

Jameson bows, Mercury blows a kiss, Jackie stuffs his face while Chase steals his phone. Marvin lounges across Jameson's piano, and Anti and Henrik stay standing, smirking.

Once again, they speak in unison.

"We're the Seven Septic Sins."

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Birthday For A Lost Hero

Jackie wakes up with something under his pillow. 

“What the...” He sits up, grasping the item under his pillow. It’s a chicken drumstick. Needless to say, he’s bewildered. 

“Well, it was left for me. May as well eat it!” Jackie takes a bite, climbing out of bed. He found a note on his door, and he picks it up to read it. 

“Jackie, there’s food scattered about the house. Find it all, and then find us!” There was no name left, but he knew Chase’s chicken scratch better than anyone. 

Jackie finished the piece of chicken in his hand, tossing it into a trash can, and opens the door. He’s greeted with smells all over the place. Some is simple, like chicken or beef, others are harder to pinpoint, or are sickly sweet. He smirks, taking his old running stance and holding it; charging himself up.

“Wanna play food hide and seek? Let’s play!” Jackie takes off, running around the house. He grabs the items as he finds them. Ribs, steak, cotton candy, sodas, even. All laid out for him. He savours each bite, which is unusual for him. Then again, all of this is unusual. 

It takes him about four hours to find everything. When he does, he finally wanders his way into the formal dining room, and is greeted with his six friends, decorations, and a large cake on the table. 

“Happy Birthday, Jackie!” They all say. Marvin summons some glitter and confetti canons, letting them go off and cover the birthday boy. Jackie gives a big, warm smile to them. 

“Thank you, guys. It means a lot.” He presses a hand to his mask. Totally not crying. Nope, not even a little. 

“Of course, dude! Not everyday you turn three!” Chase gives a goofy grin, running behind him and pushing Jackie towards the cake. 

“Time to make ze wish, Jackie” Henrik smirks, taking a glance at Jackie and back to the cake. German Chocolate, the entire thing. Of course it was his.

He steps in front of the cake, closing his eyes. He says something under his breath, and blows out the candles, smiling brightly. The Hero finally felt a little less lost.

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*Sends each of you a pink carnation.*

Jameson: I appreciate the flower. Thank you

Mercury: <3

Marvin: Lovely, very lovely!

[the-silent-screamer]

Seven Septic Sins

Part 1- Jameson Jackson

Chapter One

Words: 523

Characters: Jameson Jackson, Ella Frances (original character)

Warnings: none

Tags: @seven-septic-sins-arg @rosezeultrawolf @fortified-chests @goldenlips-silvertongue

“Thank you for coming!” Jameson called as the last couple left his home. He closed the door behind him as he took a step away. He sighed and walked back to the living room, turning on the phonograph that sat on the coffee table. His own sugary-sweet voice drifted from the horn, the sound bringing a smile to his face. In just the last few years, he had made a name for himself in the music industry; he was a magnificent piano player, and he took pride in that, ue he was most proud of his voice. Many critics had claimed that he was one of the best musicians of their times- and he was greatly inclined to agree with them. Was it so wrong for him to be grateful for such a gift? He hardly thought so.

It was even more incredible that he had found fame at such a young age; he had first been noticed for his talent at the age of twenty-two, when he had been playing the piano in his family home while a visitor was present. That visitor just so happened to be the owner of the theater he now worked with. He impressed the man, and he had been working at the theater ever since then.

He sat down in his chair by the crackling fireplace, picking up the newspaper that sat on the floor. After flipping through the first few pages, he found the section he had been looking for: the article that had been written about the theater for it’s twentieth anniversary. He had been interviewed when the reporter was there, and he hoped that it would be included.

He quickly skimmed through the article, trying to find the interview he was in. When he neared the end, he came to the realization that his name wasn’t there. As he skimmed through the article, he read a name that he was not familiar with: Ella Frances. A frown crossed his face as he continued to read.

“Her voice is that of an angel,” the article claimed, “and she is sure to quickly rise to international stardom.”

Jamie’s eyebrows furrowed as he reread the sentence- again, and again. A knot began to form in his stomach, and every time he reread the sentence it became tighter and tighter. His name was not mentioned once, but hers was there, over and over again. Instead of his name, or any mention of his talent, he only saw the name Ella Frances, and how great she was- he wasn’t mentioned even once.

He began to crumble the paper into as small of a ball as he could manage, then stood and threw it into the fireplace. The flames quickly consumed the paper, turning to ashes in a matter of seconds. He then huffed as he crossed his arms over his chest and exhaled sharply from his nose.

“She must think she’s so wonderful,” Jamie muttered. “I bet she doesn’t even hold a candle to my talent. Who does she even think she is, taking my rightfully-earned place like that?! I’ll be the judge of your talent, Miss Ella.”

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Okay not a question for the egos but I was wondering if this was a public arg and if it’s on discord or something? The description said there may or may not be a link to the game so I was just wondering :)

((Yes, it's public! It's set up on a discord server, but not opened right now. We've decided to hold off until around August or September before starting. There will be an update for that put here. One ooc, and one in character. Thanks for asking!))

-Mod Rose