Jade's Jury

You were first introduced to Semiu after taking out a trash beast that was in your way as you were traveling.

Walking along the desolate trash keeps that made up the ground, you felt rumbling.

"Another?" You sigh, exsapersted as your jinki spawned to size.

Your back leg stretched out, ready to lunge at the creature that now loomed over you.

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Semiu had been to a town over to collect information for the boss and to restock her supply of magazines. She had stolen Enjin's jeep for the trip since the rag-tag team had a day off. As she was driving, she could feel the rumble of a trash beast near by she just didn't think it would be so close. Almost eye level with the mountain of trash she was driving on. What she didn't expect was to see someone knock the shit out of it as she was preparing for it to hit her head on.

"The fuck-" she whispered

And that is how you ended up in the office of Corvus Akarah.

Duh duh duhn

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Zanka:

Lovely Asistastaff = reader wields a scythe that condenses into a hair pin

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✦ Zanka had been aware that there was a subset of the cleaners stationed in the south. He heard Corvus had established it to ensure a quick response to issues further away from the main headquarters. 

✦ After a particularly nasty encounter with the raiders after meeting the famed broker, they had stopped by the southside base, and they had met the cleaners who were returning from their own mission. 

✦ He and the others were catching their breath in the common room, while those who were injured stayed in the infirmary. The door to the common room opened, Enjin being the first to welcome the southside cleaners home with a bright, annoying smile. The others turned their heads to see who had just arrived. Your team leader had pushed the blonde man out of the way, muttering a shut up. 

✦ Behind them, Zanka’s eyes caught the shining silver blade connected to an intricate staff. 

✦ “Whoa…” he muttered.

✦ The weapon twirled as you moved past your leader. The object condensing into a hairpin, you then used to tie up your hair. You slump on one of the many couches, exhausted after the day's activities. 

✦ Enjin catches Zanka’s stare and smirks to himself, knowing the boy was already hooked. He decided to take it upon himself to speak to your group leader about the team's different jinki, eventually landing on your own. 

✦ “Oh yeah-” your group leader's voice comes out notably, “her scythe, calls it the executioner.” They finish.

✦ “Damn, that’s badass,” Enjin interjects. 

✦ Zanka’s mind was going a mile a minute. Was the name intentional? What was the backstory? Were you a genius or a normy like him? 

✦ All of these thoughts spiralled through his head. One thought overriding them all, he had to know more about you and your jinki. 

Jabber:

Mankira = Needle that condenses into a brass knuckles kinda thing. 

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✦ You were a freelancer, doing odd jobs. Collecting items, people, lives. Whatever kept the money coming.

✦ Jabber had been out on a patrol of sorts. Zodyl had heard about the cleaner movement and did not want to risk interruptions with their current plans. 

✦ During his stroll, he was experiencing serious boredom. Obviously. He only survived through violence. But it seemed the universe had heard his prayers. 

✦ He had stumbled upon a battle. Or more so, someone getting their ass handed to them. He watched from the sidelines in awe as kicks and punches were in a blur from every direction. Oh, what he would do to fight whoever was laying this person out. 

✦ The final blow, though, was what caught his eye. A syringe.

✦ ...A syringe? It was huge. (😏) A stab to the back as red liquid shot into the person's spine. Then they dropped dead. 

✦ “Oh?” he thought. A sick smile was overtaking his face. “Poison?”

✦ He called out. Forcing the person to turn to their spectator. In Jabber's eyes, you were the epitome of a small fry. Seriously, how could you be the one who just laid out a grown man? But, that only made his curiosity stronger. 

✦ He tried to comment on your fight, but you had already begun walking away. Jabber, being Jabber, though, chose to follow. Attention was his oxygen afterall. A few blocks down, his voice finally became too much for you. You turn swiftly, the syringe enlarging before logging itself into his arm. 

✦ A large smile on his face as he watched you walk away. 

✦ Oh, this’ll be fun. 

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What bullshit that was. Liars. All of them. And they knew it. To ashamed to look you in the eyes. Only following the masses that screamed at you. Could you really be surprised though, fear was much stronger than anything else. Once they had realized your power was yours alone, they quickly retreated into themselves. Afraid of something more powerful than man. Something unpredictable in their eyes.

Now, here you were. Dangling over the edge of the world. A world you would grow to hate. Then...

Snap.

You felt weightless for a second, allowing yourself to close your eyes as the wind took you. Basking in what you knew would be your end.

Hair blew up. Covering your peripherals. Only allowing you to stare up at what had been your home. The wind blew past your body at such speeds you would've thought you were flying. But you knew better. Your ears are deafened by the quick drop in elevation as you fell to something viewed as worse than hell.

You felt the weight of thousands of pounds push back on you as you fell through clouds. So strong you thought your body would be crushed by the pressure before you even hit a hard surface.

Then it came.

The break in between clouds. The space between heaven and hell. It was beautiful. Something worth falling to hell for. The sun scattered across the fluffy ridges of the clouds, but was covered by a large mass in front of you. The sun illuminating it's rigid lines.

How could such a thing exist between the worlds? Were you already dead? That could be the only explanation for seeing such a behemoth. A gust of air quickened your dissent. Only you weren't sure if it was the strong winds or breathing.

Whatever it may have been, you couldn't mistake the bass filled "live" that shook your body. Was this creature speaking? And if so, did it really tell you to live? Questions spiraled through your head in a matter of seconds as you fell through the second layer of clouds. Losing sight of the grand being. The pressure is just as strong, if not worse, than the first layer.

Coming out on the other side, it was not hard to differentiate between what you had seen as heaven to the pits that lay below you.

You tilt your head to the side to get a true scope of where you were. Your face is stoic as you devise your next steps. The usher of your hips to turn around forces your body to follow suit as you now face the quickly approaching ground. Your eyes glow a glaring white as your body becomes covered in a white shell.

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The impact was groundbreaking. Literally. Your body is now layed in a crater created by the shell. Trash had blasted almost a mile back on impact.

Hello, hello! Just a little bit, I wrote. I didn't know what else to do with it, so if you have ideas, let me know 🫰

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People talk. So news was bound to reach the cleaners eccentric designer.

Of course, August had heard of the new designer on the ground. Who hadn't? More and more ground people were popping out with fits that only rivaled his designs. His cleaners were no longer the only ones stylin. He didn't know how to feel about it. Happy because someone could share the same passion? Or competitive? He didn't know yet.

He had first heard it from Rudo of all people. Who knew the kid had an eye for fashion. Well...he didn't. But the kid had noticed while walking in a town on a day out that some people had clothes that were cool, like August's designs. He wondered if August out sourced to neighboring town.

August didn't.

In the chaos, that was his designated room in cleaner hq. The designer was creating a new face that was requested. A knock at the door had reached the designers ears over the blasting music from the radio Enjin had brought back for him during a mission. Rudo had walked in after hearing August scream, "Come in." He was always overwhelmed by the sheer amount of fabric that covered basically every surface. Truly, he didn't know how this man could even breathe.

"Uh, hey man, I- uh didn't know you made clothes for others." Rudo said, trying to keep his balance as he maneuvered through the piles of neglected projects. His lack of people skills showed in the way he addressed August.

"Hah?!" August turned quick hearing this new information. "Maaaaaan, i don't give out my creations. They special made for my people," his voice carried across the room.

"Uh-..oh? Really?" Rudo's face contorted into a confused expression.

"Yeah, man, I only take care of my people. Have you seriously seen some people rockin' August exclusives?" This was the first time his full attention was on Rudo and not bouncing around. Frankly, it worried the kid. This was not the August he was accustomed to. It felt more like a professional interrogation.

"Maybe not your specific swag, but like it just looked similar." Rudo's voice quieter as he tried to avoid August's scrutinizing gaze. Rudo made up some lame excuse to escape the situation that had blown all too out of proportion, something about Zanka kicking his ass if he didn't get to the field to train or something. Once he closed the door, August sat back down in his chair with a huff.

His initial reaction was confusion, then came the yelling. Screaming about being stolen from. But no one could infiltrate the cleaners. So the next logical option was to interigate- no. It was to assume there was another designer on the ground. Or at least that's what Eishia tried to reason. August, being August, had to see it for himself. So, on the next visit to his grandma for supplies, he stalked the streets. He took note of the dope fits some groundlings passed by in.

"HAH?" he screamed in complete confusion. Gloved hands, holding his head in what looked like anguish to the passerby.

"Maaaaann, those clothes are siiickkk. Whoever this designer is, bout to put my ass out of business." He sulked as more people walked by. Giving him strange looks. I mean who wouldn't, a grown man is throwing a fit in the street.

After collecting himself, he asked around. Everyone he asked said they didn't know much. They'd send in requests or certain items that matched their style, and the designer did the rest and delivered it within a day or two.

"So they work fast with so little information? Damn." He thought.

He asked around more. Mostly looking for a name, but nothing was known about this mystery designer.

Until...

Nope, that's still a dead end. Fuck.

Oh, wait, this dude knows something. A gentlemen in a fitted blazer and slacks, but they were emroidered with a beautiful columbine pattern. Hand emroidered at that. Yeah... Whoever did this work was good. He had listened as intently as he could, trying to slow his mile a minute brain. With what little information he could focus on: the designer stayed on the outskirts of the town. It gave them room to work. August could figure that much if they were making this many clothes. So he made his way downtown.

He had made it as far as the town stretched. On the outskirts sat a warehouse. Obviously abandoned. He had found his way in and was stunned by the look of the place. It's like he had fallen into a universe of thread, fabric, and color. The warehouse seemed to be alive, music roared from a boombox that sat on a ledge. Jesus, he was home. No one seemed to be home, so he obviously had to take a look around. For research purposes. Duh. At least that's what he told himself.

In his exploration of the warehouse a sharp voice cut through the music.

"Excuse me."

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