#//maestrojax

[psionicmolotov]

✧

✧ I would kill you. (Did once, doesn't any more.) ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[gemshroud]

@maestrojax continued from here

Entreri continued scowling. It wasn't uncommon for Jarlaxle to disappear for a time, and though Entreri knew better than to trust whatever he was up to, there was a certain level to which he did trust that Jarlaxle could take care of himself while doing it. To see Jarlaxle return in this state had been actually surprising. Uncomfortably so.

He curled his index finger under Jarlaxle's chin to frown more discerningly at the blood on his mouth, a rough thumb coming to trace just beneath his bottom lip. Artemis Entreri did not have hands entirely capable of gentleness. His hold was firm and probably stung. His eyes scanned carefully for any open cuts but found none, just leftover blood, presumably spit out. That was possibly worse.

"How did you manage to get yourself captured?" he asked, somewhat accusingly.

Because Jarlaxle didn't get captured. That was the whole point of being Jarlaxle.

Entreri was trying hard not to think about the hitherto impossible possibility that Jarlaxle might not have returned to him at all.

Instead an acidic sort of anger boiled in his chest.

[bloodyarn]

@maestrojax @gemshroud

They cheer him on whenever he breathes!

[menzoberras]

Minthara was missing. People often spoke of a domino effect of bullshit when it came to bad news, and she had very quickly been declared dead or defected when the letters and missives had stopped coming. Everything from that point onwards had exploded into a fucked up sort of chaos that had been almost ... overwhelming. Jarlaxle felt like a good enough option to help him find her on the surface, or at least find an honest enough starting point so he would not flounder so badly. "I've heard you might be able to help with a little problem of mine." / @maestrojax.

[atomiqueen]

♔ — memes / accepting!

@maestrojax said: “stop it. you're having a party. it's nonnegotiable.”

        “A birthday party? Here?” Lucy gestured around at the current residents of Last Light Inn, most of whom were just happy to have escaped the Shadow-Curse for a little while. “I'm just not sure it's entirely appropriate...” And she hadn't shared that her birthday had already come and gone during their little adventure in order to fish for some kind of celebration. It was simply...on her mind.

[illithilit]

@maestrojax liked for a starter.

          PARTIES HELD IN GAELTHEMAR by House Maeafin were known to be as lavish as they were enjoyable. True, the point had always been to draw in present, past, and future clients and allies, but the fact remained that the easiest way to do so was to offer forth a night of delight regardless of having to talk business. That meant no expense spared on the booze, the entertainment, or the food. Shame, really, that Mourndax hadn't been to more of them; it was, truthfully, only his successes in recent years that afforded him toleration from his most beloved parents, and in turn, the privilege of being allowed to dress in his most flamboyant finery and mingle amid those who'd taken up the invitation.

          "It's about time someone else had an inkling of taste." For now, he'd opted to swoop in beside the unfamiliar drow, albeit far enough away to offer escape were his presence unwanted. Measured eyes make quick work of sizing the man up a moment, before adding, "Say, but isn't that choice in hats familiar... I wouldn't happen to have the honors of greeting Jarlaxle Baenre, would I?"

[spiderwarden]

"Remember how you used to have that displacer beast kitten?" The older drow asked with a grin on his face. He may have acquired her another one and was hiding the beast in the portable hole that he kept on his cloak.

"Hmm.. Yes." Her response comes with a short hum with the recollection of the displacer beast in question, she had lived with her to a very old age and had lived a short time after her ceremony of graduation. Jess, was her name, noble beast, ruthless as was the woman who raised her. She would often sit in the gardens that Minthara herself had started to take care toward in the time she found between her duties, cleaning herself while the tentacles slithered around herself. She died of old age around the same time that Minthara had killed her High Priestess of House Vandree. "My one act of disobedience against my mother that had gained me one of the few friends I have had."

@maestrojax - uncle what are you up to.

[anquenin]

"The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop."

"is that so, darling?" astarion starts, rather pleased. in the sense that, there is nothing more that he enjoys that indulging himself. these back and forth flirtings, that feel good. good in the way that he isn't necessarily doing this with a purpose, but rather because he wants to. it's strange, to feel desired and wanted and for it not to be twisted and covered up with this haunting feeling. he leans in, it's just the two of them. and this game they seem both very good at playing. he is flustered, only a little. "i fail to see how that would be a problem." he sits up then, slightly. "-but i suppose we can cross that bridge when we get there or however the saying goes."

@maestrojax

[symunuk]

i've never lied, not even once.

"Oh? You poor thing, that can't have been fun at all." He puts a hand on his heart. Of course Jarlaxle has proven himself to be delightfully dishonest, so the sympathy is just as fake.

[psionicmolotov]

Gives him a new magic item to figure out

This is enrichment. He is already sitting down to bring out all his tools and study it.

[gemshroud]

I changed my icon :3c @maestrojax made us cute little matching graphics for this extremely messily divorced criminal duo heh heh heh.

LOOK, THEY'RE SO COOL!

It's very hard to make Entreri look cool, most of his cover art is wildly inconsistent lol This is graphics magic!!

Thank you friend ;v; Fwiemdship

[bloodyarn]

@maestrojax sent

꒰ “ Accidentally went and got myself killed yesterday, but god wont let me die so I’m back ” ꒱

𝔸𝔹𝕊𝕆𝕃𝕌𝕋𝔼𝕃𝕐 𝕌ℕℍ𝕀ℕ𝔾𝔼𝔻 ℂ𝕆𝕄𝔼𝔻𝕀ℂ ℝ𝔼𝕃𝕀𝔼𝔽

❥ source

      𝐇𝐢𝘀 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝘄𝐚𝘀 𝘀𝘄𝐞𝐞𝘁𝐥𝘆 𝐢𝗿𝗿𝐢𝘁𝐚𝘁𝐢𝐧𝐠.    If he meant the idle sack of bones at camp when mentioning god, he was somehow right. Babette scratched the back of her head, smiling reassuringly towards the drow. That gold she spent on his resurrection was meant for sewing supplies. After the third 'accident', few people were open to pay for Jarlaxle's second chance in life.

     ❝ Welcome back, I guess   ? ❞     She cringes at the hole in her purse. While yes, she would pay again  &  again to get the man back, it did hurt to have her earnings suffer from another one's poor decision-making.

     ❝ I only carry 50 gold with me now. Please be careful. 'God' is getting greedier, as of recently. Good to have you back. How was the afterlife   ? ❞

[faebhaal]

@maestrojax ★ Cont.

Like a wayward fish she eagerly takes the bait; his statement hooking her without a second thought. "I'm a good sport. Are you sure it isn't you that would be a sour as a lemon loser?" It's a playful jest punctuated with a grin and a giggle. It's a lie though; she is an absolute child when it comes to not winning but he (nor anyone) has to know that. And if a table gets flipped or something gets smashed then what's the big deal? There's a phantom fluttering of excitement that runs down her spine. Ithaca bites her lip in anticipation. "We can keep it low stakes for such a friendly game. Since we're both so confident in our skills, I guess it'll just come down to who's more lucky." Her ego easily says it will be her that will bend luck to her favor --- at least she'll attempt to.

[felynafae]

sit tight and wait for my signal.

Felyn nodded, crouching down as she stayed behind Jarlaxle. She had jumped at the opportunity to do another job with Bregan D'aerthe, surprised that this one had come so soon since the last. Though she'd been on the surface enough to prove herself useful there for the House, Matron Quenthel was reluctant to let her little, prized Szarkai up above very often. So, when she was told to report to Jarlaxle in Luskan for another job, she didn't hesitate to be on her way as quickly as she could.

She snapped her attention back to the present, waiting like a cat coiled and prepared to strike. She was young, still trying to prove herself, mostly to herself, but also prove that she had more value to the House on the surface. In truth, it was more about finding her own way to freedom, and jobs with Jarlaxle were the perfect way. Maybe if she could impress him, do things perfectly, he'd start petitioning the Matron for her to do more work for Bregan D'aerthe.

"On your word." She said quietly, waiting for his signal as told.

[chaoticbard]

wait until they see you're alive.

"They're going to be so pissed," Alaara replied, her voice cracked. She wheezed and the coughed up a small bit of blood onto the ground beside herself.

Thank the gods she'd had a small healing potion on her person to drink. It hadn't made her remotely close to one hundred percent better but she wasn't unconscious and on death's door at least.

"I hope they're impressed as well. I don't die so easily as they'd like me to." A pause. "I don't suppose you can lend a hand to get me back to camp?"

[faerunsfinestmisfits]

Working on backstory things for Felyn, and I just...

Jarlaxle recognizing how much disdain Felyn has for their people and like 'same girl'. Taking her under his wing and giving her all the tips and tricks on how to sneak out and not get caught. Taking her to get her piercings and tattoos and Matron Quenthel getting pissed because "she's a Szarkai have some respect you insolent male!" and Jarlaxle just "too bad bitch, now she blends in on the surface and can do her job better so deal" and peacing out.

He's the worst but best influence on her.