J4X

The challenge of being the child of a famous person was, more often than not, the media. Every journalist, every photographer, every column writer was out to get you one way or another. Interviewers want your opinion on scandals or politics. Celebrities want to have your support (financial or public opinion) or they wanted to drag you down just to get the spotlight. Collaboration with the wrong person could get you cancelled. Leaning towards one side ended up burning your reputation with the other. It was a dangerous game of chess. Move one piece without thinking it thoroughly, and you'd be in deep shit.

There was also the danger of being kidnapped, which would be the case right now.

Granted, this wasn't in his plans for the weekend. Neo believed that a night out at a party would just be another Saturday night—getting drunk, maybe getting laid or just dragging his sorry ass back home to nurse a hell of a hangover in the morning after.

Then he got his ass knocked out and dragged into some random warehouse. A bunch of guys surrounded him from all sides while he was stuck, tied firmly to a wooden chair, curls a mess, a nasty rag between his teeth and sporting a black eye on his right. He was pretty sure he also had a nosebleed. There were a few that wore masks to hide their faces, but there were two that didn't care about being seen.

Ransom, they told him in a mocking tone. They wanted mapa to give them money. He imagined it would be to buy someone's bail or some shit, there was no knowing nowadays about how one would spend money on things. If they were a gang, then they probably wanted to help out a buddy that got locked up, or even grab the money to split evenly and get themselves some nice things.

Oh, well. Mapa wasn't answering the calls or even returning them. They didn't often answer random calls, but the strange thing is that they weren't answering the calls made on his own phone that had been taken from his pocket. Neo already had his mood down on the dumps because of the kidnapping, and now his hopes were pretty low about being rescued.

The first hint was the warehouse door being open by virtue of receiving the mass of one of the mooks, thrown with overhwelming force so as to not open it, but rather break the damn thig off its hinges and let it fly until it landed, just below the weight of the bruised up criminal guarding it previously.

"Shit, a welcome party? For me? Aww guys... you shouldn't have." Jax's mocking tone contrasted to the confident way his body walked across the open frame, hand in fist, cracking knuckles.

Guns and blades aimed at him now, he plunged into action. He made quick work of the gang, no blood shed, no kills for the police to put on his name. Bones broken, however, those were a much louder song. It took him the measured time of a minute and fourty one seconds to wipe the floor with them, only laying eyes on Neo after checking his any% crimefighting speedrun.

Prompted: First meeting sentence starters

@cy-vamp sent: "Mind if I walk with you?"

"No, not at all. Are you headed towards the butcher's shop as well?" That might have sounded like a threat to anyone else, but Valeria was making an earnest question. Social queues were not her strong point.

It's been... a lot."

He shrugged, as if not giving it the life ending importance that it truly had. Instead, he leaned his shoulder against the wall.

"Well .. damn, sounds like that was a real shitshow. It's truly amazing that you managed to make it through all that.

Did you know that human flesh is quite receptive as a vessel for outer forces? I learnt that when I got invaded by a pseudo-god. But the point is, Oblivium is in fact quite the element. Non breakable by physical forces, for it predates the creation of all foundations about reality.

Amazing stuff, really."

The chromed up masked guy, standing at almost 7 feet walks towards her, an inch of distance between their faces as he lifts a single index finger up.

"But nOooOOooOOoo wasting state of the art ammo into making Jaxon's day into a laundry day is WAAAY more important isn't it?!"

She was over the dramatics already, grimacing at the thought of him eating a deer raw. She pushed him back to preserve her personal space and avoid punching him across the jaw instead. That would’ve ended poorly for both of them.

"Well, I was hoping to, in a way, yeah. But I wasn't meaning to make it into mincemeat like you just did. I needed the organs intact."

He leaned his back on the nearby tree, despite the splatters tainting his jacket.

I... You know, you're quite the unique person, Zora. I'm impressed. Do you do this often? Impressing others, not the walking past cameras and detectors."

Jax got up from his chair to face them, taking four steps and no more.

They raised an eyebrow when the notion of impressing people came up.

"I uh.. I mean I tend to impress with my artwork so I guess I can do that. Otherwise, I think people just find me very strange. Which .. is very accurate." They don't even really pretend otherwise at this point.

They noticed the way that he stepped a bit towards them.

It's been... a lot."

He shrugged, as if not giving it the life ending importance that it truly had. Instead, he leaned his shoulder against the wall.

"It."

Pari quipped, giving the other a small and knowing smirk.

I got past the fucking DICE countermeasures and just stole two exabytes of datalists from the government. Thanks to that script.

A script that looks like Chtulhu just tried his hand at cuneiform writing I must add.

Seriously this shit would be easier in pure binary."

She moved to get off her seat, unplugging herself from the connections.

"It... works. It does the job. It's a serviceable script. Sure, it reads like dog, and it's unstable as all hell, but I used it and it saved my chromed skin. So uh... Instead of venting, I'm thanking you I guess?"

Pari asked, looking at the monitor for any sort of indication about where he'd managed to pick up whatever he'd picked up from.

He slid the screen so Pari could see it, skull-looking 3d blueprints repeating through the glimmer.

//(From Isobel, obviously xd)

📱: "Look out of your window for a moment."

Ulfr looked at them, then back at Chet and let out a soft huff, as if saying "Yeah... The things we have to put up with."

Nonetheless, he offered his arm for her, and whistled to Chet, whose ears immediately perked up ruffing to Ulfr in that "Guess that's my call." noise.

So sorry for not being online as much. I was uh... Focused on studying and... Other stuff.

Yeah.

[x]

Zora couldn't help but laugh a little bit, it was actually endearing to see J4x have such a strong reaction. They had been being playful, teasing even.. not even sure he would respond to such a statement.

But it seems like he was quite interested.

"Ah.. didn't realize that would get such a reaction out of you J4x.." Zora muttered with a warm, teasing tone to their voice.

"Fuck, yeah, sure, uhhh. I got this penthouse downtown, it's uh... I'm... not rich, it was kind of a gift from an old friend.

But like, I keep it clean and tidy, and uhm-" He kept stumbling upon his own words for a bit.

"Look, I've seen many things in my years as a bloodsucker. Deer, blood, explosions... But never a Deer exploding in blood. Never.

Never.

Once again: Never.

Okay, now that the point is -hopefully- coming across... Care to explain me HOW?"

"MY FUCKING AMMO, OKAY?! I had a more... Explosive cartridge with me, I forgot to change it out. Won't happen aga- HEY-"

She turns to look, a little puzzled as well as pissed off. There's an accusatory squint in her gaze.

The chromed up masked guy, standing at almost 7 feet walks towards her, an inch of distance between their faces as he lifts a single index finger up.

"But nOooOOooOOoo wasting state of the art ammo into making Jaxon's day into a laundry day is WAAAY more important isn't it?!"

"It."

Pari quipped, giving the other a small and knowing smirk.

I got past the fucking DICE countermeasures and just stole two exabytes of datalists from the government. Thanks to that script.

A script that looks like Chtulhu just tried his hand at cuneiform writing I must add.

Seriously this shit would be easier in pure binary."

She moved to get off her seat, unplugging herself from the connections.

"It... works. It does the job. It's a serviceable script. Sure, it reads like dog, and it's unstable as all hell, but I used it and it saved my chromed skin. So uh... Instead of venting, I'm thanking you I guess?"

//(From Isobel, obviously xd)

📱: "Look out of your window for a moment."

[Txt to Jax]: "Be there in a minute."

She turned to Ulfr, leashed as well. The vampiric wolf would rather be free, but allowed it, and they headed down.

Soon they were in their sights. His head lifted when he saw Jax and Chet, ears in a standing position, body relaxed.

Jax, on the other hand, approached Isobel, planting a kiss on her lips first as a greeting, then, once the initial distance had been broken and he was close to her to an intimate degree, the greeting came as a whisper.

"Hey there."