jcdebound

[jcdebound]

Paradise 🤍

#at the cafe

[jcdebound]

i spent like an hour trying to find the email to get into this blog. wow. it's been a long time folks. i'm probably not reactivating this blog but - the memories <3<3 hi.

#illusion falls; ooc

[jcdebound]

Jadeite is just barely polite enough to wait until she's finished talking to start waving his hand.

"Yes, yes, those are the things that everyone knows. Dear Soldier of Time, guardian of this - really quite impressive door, the architecture here is very nice actually - I'm asking if you know anything fun about Nemesis. Juicy little details, hmmm? Maybe with that secret history people are pretending no one is all worked up over?"

@afterlifesoldier

“Do you know much about Nemesis?” 

Jadeite is leaning against the door to Sailor Pluto’s oh so scary hall of time (door of time? whatever). His eyes are curious, his blond hair tugged back in a truly terrible attempt at a ponytail. 

He’s shipping out soon, so he’s wearing his own face, his own look, for as long as he can before then. 

#afterlife #crystal tokyo au

[jcdebound]

"Pluto-san, I just didn't know where else I was sure to find you. I really won't linger, of course not, I just have a few little questions for you~?"

His grin is unrepentant, now that Sailor Pluto is here, a shade impudent.

"It's just, you spend so much time with the kiddies, and we are supposed to be keeping things from innocent ears and all."

@afterlifesoldier

“Do you know much about Nemesis?” 

Jadeite is leaning against the door to Sailor Pluto’s oh so scary hall of time (door of time? whatever). His eyes are curious, his blond hair tugged back in a truly terrible attempt at a ponytail. 

He’s shipping out soon, so he’s wearing his own face, his own look, for as long as he can before then. 

#afterlifesoldier #crystal tokyo au #he is a menace

[jcdebound]

Oh she's mad, that little flash of challenge had been enough to rattle her chain something fierce. Jadeite ducked his head and scrunched his shoulders, all alarmed and regretful posture, and rattled off the name of an area he'd overheard people discussing.

clearly there is a problem, and maybe he'll get her to talk about it by presenting a confusing target.

@dark-water-berthier

Jadeite didn’t understand the opposition, but he was going to. That was his job  as a spy, as an infiltrator, as a diplomat, an ambassador, etc, etc, all the pretty names and ugly ones, at the end of the day that was what he always did. He got to know what the other side wanted, whoever the other side was, so he could take that back to his leaders and they could use it to get rid of the opposition. 

Of course, he didn’t really remember much about the fact that he’d done all this before - like everyone else who’d been purified, he didn’t remember any life but this one - but he’d heard about it, from the few records that were around, and it fit with his skills. 

Those at least didn’t rely on memories.

This did. Infiltration, and investigation, he needed memories - not his, but those from Nemesis. How could he understand if he didn’t hear what motivated the people?

His hair is black, dull and nondescript dyed instead of magic’d, cut in a bland, average cut, his eyes still blue but dull, his features made bland, nose a little busted, lips a little chapped, brows bushy - nothing about him is fancy, but he also isn’t too perfectly average. Just a regular person, a little hard to pick out of a crowd. His clothes are overlarge and patched, and his hood is tucked over his head - fitted to the people who sat in bars on Crystal Tokyo - and who scrabbled over supplies in Nemesis, according to rumor.

That’s where he was. Nemesis, shipped hidden with a garbage truck, stranded for the next round of days, to collect information before he headed back to Earth to report. 

For now - he wandered, watching without lingering.

#darkwaterberthier #crystal tokyo au

[jcdebound]

my new motivation idols are children’s shows antagonists. no matter how often they fail to defeat 2-5 children every single week, they’re back at it again the next episode with a barely modified plan and endless optimism. i aspire to live life like the entire plot depends on me trying again

#its jadeite

[jcdebound]

"...I'm missing something. You're making that face. That one that says you're sad but you're not going to say anything because why speak when you can suffer in silence."

He pours the coffee into a mug. And then pours some into another mug.

"Sit. Get caffeine wasted with me."

"Sssso. Any big plans for today?"

"You see this pot of coffee? It's got three five hour energies mixed in. I'm going to pour it down my throat."

#suxedomask

[jcdebound]

Oh, he’s been noticed. Someone catching his eyes, and following. 

On Earth, he would offer an impish grin, a flick of the eyes, and then disappear, to see if this pretty lady would follow after him. On Earth, he would scowl and duck, disappear through the nearest door and dare anyone to keep track. 

On Nemesis, either choice could be suspicious. He’s already seen that. There’s no casual, easy joy on Nemesis, not out in the open at least. It’s a grim and dismal place and he can easily say he hates it already, but most people don’t just duck away from eyes either - that was weakness, and so far it seemed like people relied on force to get things done, here in Nemesis. 

He needed some force of his own - or at least, some grit. He cocks his head and keeps looking, raising a brow as if to say, ‘what? is there a problem?’.

Let her come to him, if she wanted. He wasn’t going to approach., That would be a bad look, get too much attention. Better to be an unlucky sap than a bold stranger.

@dark-water-berthier

Jadeite didn’t understand the opposition, but he was going to. That was his job  as a spy, as an infiltrator, as a diplomat, an ambassador, etc, etc, all the pretty names and ugly ones, at the end of the day that was what he always did. He got to know what the other side wanted, whoever the other side was, so he could take that back to his leaders and they could use it to get rid of the opposition. 

Of course, he didn’t really remember much about the fact that he’d done all this before - like everyone else who’d been purified, he didn’t remember any life but this one - but he’d heard about it, from the few records that were around, and it fit with his skills. 

Those at least didn’t rely on memories.

This did. Infiltration, and investigation, he needed memories - not his, but those from Nemesis. How could he understand if he didn’t hear what motivated the people?

His hair is black, dull and nondescript dyed instead of magic’d, cut in a bland, average cut, his eyes still blue but dull, his features made bland, nose a little busted, lips a little chapped, brows bushy - nothing about him is fancy, but he also isn’t too perfectly average. Just a regular person, a little hard to pick out of a crowd. His clothes are overlarge and patched, and his hood is tucked over his head - fitted to the people who sat in bars on Crystal Tokyo - and who scrabbled over supplies in Nemesis, according to rumor.

That’s where he was. Nemesis, shipped hidden with a garbage truck, stranded for the next round of days, to collect information before he headed back to Earth to report. 

For now - he wandered, watching without lingering.

#crystal tokyo au #darkwaterberthier

[jcdebound]

@afterlifesoldier

“Do you know much about Nemesis?” 

Jadeite is leaning against the door to Sailor Pluto’s oh so scary hall of time (door of time? whatever). His eyes are curious, his blond hair tugged back in a truly terrible attempt at a ponytail. 

He’s shipping out soon, so he’s wearing his own face, his own look, for as long as he can before then. 

#afterlife #Crystal Tokyo

[jcdebound]

“Really? I can’t wait to try it,” he means that too - he’s always stealing latte recipes, preparing for his own cafe, stocking up - if this is a favorite, then he wants to know how he can make the coffee and put his own twist on it.

He’s quick to shoot her a quick email so she has his own address, kasujay@ for her records, saying he’ll send her the notes soon. “I work at a cafe downtown, so I’m always trying everyone’s coffee.”

I had a dream I got everything I wanted || Kasumi + Setsuna

Setsuna didn’t mind acting in secrecy, as long as there were clear benefits to it. Not embarrassing herself in front of her friends, family members and colleagues seemed like the best reason as to keep her ambitions to herself. 

Some of them knew about her hobby of creating garments, especially Haruka and Michiru. But not many people knew of her secret dream of owning her own brand, and perhaps one day opening her store.

It all seemed unattainable if she thought about it hard enough. There were far too many rules to break into this industry, and for all it’s worth, she was starting later than her competition. However, at this point in time and space, she knew it’d probably be her last chance of making anything out of it.

She never had experience running a business, however. It took her time, but she found the perfect opportunity to learn how to develop it all with a night time business lesson offered by a respected business woman. She had bene successful starting from the ground up which is what Setsuna needed.

First day of school, and her mind was already filled with questions. Brand identity, marketing plan, market place research. She could feel her anxiety rising during class but she didn’t dare to admit it. As long as she could fight for her dream, she would.

Her eyes fell on one of the few people who seemed as eager as her. She could almost recognize him, but couldn’t place that face. Setsuna focused her attention again at the professor and took all the notes necessary.

@jcdebound

#afterlifesoldier

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@dark-water-berthier

Jadeite didn’t understand the opposition, but he was going to. That was his job  as a spy, as an infiltrator, as a diplomat, an ambassador, etc, etc, all the pretty names and ugly ones, at the end of the day that was what he always did. He got to know what the other side wanted, whoever the other side was, so he could take that back to his leaders and they could use it to get rid of the opposition. 

Of course, he didn’t really remember much about the fact that he’d done all this before - like everyone else who’d been purified, he didn’t remember any life but this one - but he’d heard about it, from the few records that were around, and it fit with his skills. 

Those at least didn’t rely on memories.

This did. Infiltration, and investigation, he needed memories - not his, but those from Nemesis. How could he understand if he didn’t hear what motivated the people?

His hair is black, dull and nondescript dyed instead of magic’d, cut in a bland, average cut, his eyes still blue but dull, his features made bland, nose a little busted, lips a little chapped, brows bushy - nothing about him is fancy, but he also isn’t too perfectly average. Just a regular person, a little hard to pick out of a crowd. His clothes are overlarge and patched, and his hood is tucked over his head - fitted to the people who sat in bars on Crystal Tokyo - and who scrabbled over supplies in Nemesis, according to rumor.

That’s where he was. Nemesis, shipped hidden with a garbage truck, stranded for the next round of days, to collect information before he headed back to Earth to report. 

For now - he wandered, watching without lingering.

#crystal tokyo au #darkwaterberthier

[jcdebound]

“Coffee would be great,” he accepts with a grin. “I’ll scan my notes tonight and share them with you - here, if you put your email in my phone, I’ll make sure you get the notes tonight. I get the feeling I’ll actually need a study buddy with this class.” He could probably use a study buddy in his actual classes but hey you only live once and he’s never repeated a class yet.

I had a dream I got everything I wanted || Kasumi + Setsuna

Setsuna didn’t mind acting in secrecy, as long as there were clear benefits to it. Not embarrassing herself in front of her friends, family members and colleagues seemed like the best reason as to keep her ambitions to herself. 

Some of them knew about her hobby of creating garments, especially Haruka and Michiru. But not many people knew of her secret dream of owning her own brand, and perhaps one day opening her store.

It all seemed unattainable if she thought about it hard enough. There were far too many rules to break into this industry, and for all it’s worth, she was starting later than her competition. However, at this point in time and space, she knew it’d probably be her last chance of making anything out of it.

She never had experience running a business, however. It took her time, but she found the perfect opportunity to learn how to develop it all with a night time business lesson offered by a respected business woman. She had bene successful starting from the ground up which is what Setsuna needed.

First day of school, and her mind was already filled with questions. Brand identity, marketing plan, market place research. She could feel her anxiety rising during class but she didn’t dare to admit it. As long as she could fight for her dream, she would.

Her eyes fell on one of the few people who seemed as eager as her. She could almost recognize him, but couldn’t place that face. Setsuna focused her attention again at the professor and took all the notes necessary.

@jcdebound

#afterlifesoldier

[jcdebound]

they're literally trying to date themselves in an otome game of them when all they need to do is look at jadeite's necklace and POOF they have dated themselves: 90s

#shitennou #mamoru chiba #endymion & shitennou #pandemic love #bless

[jcdebound]

man if i have to see that The Boys ad again i'm really going to pull a classic shitennou betrayal and knife tumblr in the back

[jcdebound]

"You owe no one your forgiveness."

"I have never, in my entire life, forgiven anyone for anything. But thank you for the wisdom."

[jcdebound]

"Well, now that you've put it into question," but his tone is light and teasing. He has no idea if she's given her true name, and it doesn't really matter, does it? They're classmates, not husband and wife. In this age of the internet, who carried about a name?

Certainly not him! Certainly not him who was maybe yes or maybe no on dealing with any of his myriad of past life issues.

"Me too. All these notes - I don't even take this money for my actual major. But she seems like she really knows what's what, and if I don't want to fall out on my face I think I'm going to want to listen."

I had a dream I got everything I wanted || Kasumi + Setsuna

Setsuna didn’t mind acting in secrecy, as long as there were clear benefits to it. Not embarrassing herself in front of her friends, family members and colleagues seemed like the best reason as to keep her ambitions to herself. 

Some of them knew about her hobby of creating garments, especially Haruka and Michiru. But not many people knew of her secret dream of owning her own brand, and perhaps one day opening her store.

It all seemed unattainable if she thought about it hard enough. There were far too many rules to break into this industry, and for all it’s worth, she was starting later than her competition. However, at this point in time and space, she knew it’d probably be her last chance of making anything out of it.

She never had experience running a business, however. It took her time, but she found the perfect opportunity to learn how to develop it all with a night time business lesson offered by a respected business woman. She had bene successful starting from the ground up which is what Setsuna needed.

First day of school, and her mind was already filled with questions. Brand identity, marketing plan, market place research. She could feel her anxiety rising during class but she didn’t dare to admit it. As long as she could fight for her dream, she would.

Her eyes fell on one of the few people who seemed as eager as her. She could almost recognize him, but couldn’t place that face. Setsuna focused her attention again at the professor and took all the notes necessary.

@jcdebound

#afterlifesoldier

[jcdebound]

"Sssso. Any big plans for today?"

"You see this pot of coffee? It's got three five hour energies mixed in. I'm going to pour it down my throat."

#suxedomask