No Escape

Mob AU: Jameson Jackson

Next up: My favorite boy JJ! Again based on @pistachiolan‘s brilliant mob au. You can find the character art here! I absolutely adore his prim and proper look hiding the usual septic attitude. 

(Masterpost)

Jameson hums wordlessly to himself as he dries wineglasses with quick, sure hands. The bar is alive around him - people everywhere, talking, laughing, drinking. It is as if prohibition never happened - here, people are free to let loose their inhibitions.

Here, Jameson catches every word of what is being said.

“My brother said he saw some men moving about down by the river, throwing stuff into the water. Yeah, like boxes. No, of course he didn’t go to check!”

River. Few days ago. None of their shipment’s go that way.

“I love this place. Much better than the one over by Ridgeworth park!”

Rival bar, huh? not for long.

“I don’t know, I haven’t heard from them for weeks. What if something’s happened?”

Missing person. Possible kidnappning. Every drop of information, gathered, catalogued, packed away in his memory for later.

“Ey, barkeep, a glass of the raspberry beer, please.” Jameson turned and smiled, pouring the girl a beer. She smiled, thanked him, and handed over her payment without fuzz. Jameson took it to the till, put the money in its slot and hid the tiny slip of paper in the hidden compartment under the bench. 

“Thank you for your patronage,” He signed at the girl, and she signed back a thank you as well before heading to sit down at one of the rowdier tables, that welcomed her with cheers and laughter.

Nice girl, that one. Quick, polite, with eyes like a fox. Always good for what she got. He’d have to make sure to give her a raise.

Jameson turned back to his wineglass, bringing it up to the light to catch any stray droplets of water. 

He never missed a spot, after all.

Jameson Jackson is Chase’s left hand, in charge of the spy network and information gathering that the Family needs. If something is happening in the city, he knows it - and if he knows, Chase knows. He is stationed at The Septic eye, acting as the owner and bartender of one of the oldest resturants in the city in daylight, and the biggest speakeasy in town at night. The fact that it belongs to the Family is a closely guarded secret.

Jameson is an educated man, learnt in history and literature. His memory is as sharp as his mind, able to recall conversations and information with pinpoint accuracy. He was born mute - a deformation to his throat in the womb means he was never able to make any sound more complicated than simple humming. He communicates through writing and sign language.

Jameson came to the city alone and unafraid, working what jobs he could find. One day, an overheard conversation changed his life. Chase had just stepped in as the new leader of the Family - plots against him were many and varied. The one Jameson happened to overhear was a serious one, discussed between two of Chase’s father’s oldest friends. Jameson saw the opportunity and picked a side in that moment - choosing to stand with Chase and inform him of the plot with evidence in hand.

After that, Chase put him in charge of information gathering and the rest, as they say, is history.

The mute… he looks harmless, but those eyes are always watching. His hands flutter with strange signs. Keep your guard up around him, kid - you never know who will hear you.

36 with PM?

“Poor little puppet...You’ve lost your way. In this world, it’s so hard for fools to think for themselves, isn’t it?” Puppetmaster crooned as he wound the pulsing strings around his plaything’s neck. “Why don’t you let Master do all of the thinking for you? My control is so much easier; it’s what you crave. I’ll fill every crevice in that empty head...You’ll be so much happier this way, don’t you think?” With one more tug, it was over. “Yes. You do.”

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Southward

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Eight

A JSE Fanfic

This chapter is pretty short (by my standards.) I sat down intending to get to the action, but I realized I couldn’t skip straight to it and there was all this other stuff that had to come first, so I decided to put all that into its own part and included some conversations between characters so it wasn’t just all exposition lol. Here, Chase and Henrik and a bunch of others all travel south, getting ready to rescue Marvin. Will they make it in time? Who knows? All I know is that shit’s going down soon. Enjoy this shorter part before that.

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Even though it was in the name, Chase hadn’t expected the flatlands to be so…flat.

It wasn’t as though he’d never been on flat ground before. The floors of houses were fixed, as were the grounds where farms raised their crops, and even in the mountains there were stretches of level land. But he’d never been in an area that was so consistently flat. It was a bit unusual. He felt out of his element. If he’d known it would be like this, he might not have agreed to join the group sent to rescue Marvin.

Of course, he was honored that Henrik asked him to come. He could tell that everyone else on this mission was much more experienced than he was. Henrik himself was coming, as were Lukas and Tripp, meaning about half the leadership of Wyvernlair was currently not there. A sign of how important this was. But still. Part of him couldn’t help but feel he might be a liability, being so far out of his element.

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