maskedjavo
The Masked J'avo
Chinese J'avo, name Prikriti. Nemio [sadjavo] is friend. You hurt him, I kill you. Memories. Drive insane... Hurts.
[ Indie RE OC blog. Magic Anon: Human with J'avo personality. ]
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Moving to Skype
Some of you may be under the notion that I might be coming back to tumblr sometime this year (if there’s still hope for my internet-less apartment). Well… Truth is, you’re only going to be able to reach me on Skype now-a-days.
I think I’m calling it quits with Tumblr. So if anyone still wants to talk or RP with me (even if you’re new and we haven’t talked), feel free to send me a message and I’ll try to get back to you when I can.
Alternatively, I may still stalk my personal blog from time to time. If you want to follow it, it’s thatsketchybastard.
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Never enough J’avo babies and hume dad.
Baby J’avo AU = best au
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The small j'avo gives a small hiss-like sputter at the denial of a motherly figure. Either way, he turns away from Carla and just looks at Nemio who now holds his hand. He feels a tad feverish due to the abrupt spike in his emotion--anger, really--towards her negative words. Not getting what he wanted, more like it, and Prikriti did not take no for an answer very well most of the time.
He squeezes Nemio's hand, an action which would hurt another child normally but for another infected it was nothing to worry about. "Ginh sih haih.. ngh-wuih..." The words are very low, mostly to where his 'brother' would hear. Although Pri also knows that Nemio doesn't really understand him when he speaks Cantonese, he tries to fix it with his own broken English. "... Not... know. Is," a long pause as he tries to think of the word, "fault."
Mark's words mean little to the small child and he ignores his little speech. In fact the j'avo is more interested in exploration and potentially getting into trouble. The thought of making a mess is always something on his mind, and with little discipline in such actions it is likely that he will do just that. Once away from Carla, that is.
He pries his hand from Nemio's and points up at Mark with a finger extended. Some sort of non-sensical babbling comes out of his mouth before he moves to scurry behind the taller man and towards the exit. Luckily he doesn't know where he's going so as soon as he reaches the door, he turns around and at least waits for Nemio to follow him or for Mark to come as well. Impatient little guy.
Bring Your Children to Work Day
"You can’t be-" serious was the word for the situation. The Virtuous Lady Orphanage? J’avo. Was all of it a very elaborate facade? It couldn’t be. Mark wasn’t that type of clever to build a surprise facade like this.
She refrained from telling him he had adopted two infected children. It was not possible for infants to succumb to the infection and live. It took a fully developed body and mind to live past flash point. Yet there they were, shambling towards her and calling her…
"I’m not your mother,” she said, giving them each a good hard look. However wrong that may have been to say, she didn’t want them- didn’t want the inconvenience of child-monsters. Self-assurance. A better woman would’ve extended her arms, but she sat on her heels and just watched them.
They were so familiar. But she’d seen so many infected.
"Mark. How long will you have them here for?"
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If anyone had the temperament of the C-Virus it was Prikriti, though in such a docile environment without many triggers he did seem quite tame so far. He acted well around Nemio most of the time, or at least he was usually distracted by him... They had been kept in separate rooms from other children in the orphanage.
They probably thought they had a weird disease that no one was willing to pay to fix and secluded them. Not to mention that Pri generally did not get along with other children--of the normal, human variety. He often got in trouble for physically hurting people or animals, or taking toys and breaking them on accident. But he loved juice.
Through the paper mask he had he stared at Carla as well. When Nemio stepped forward he followed, and-- through feeling the general mindset of the other infected--gave a most curious sound to accent the Russian he spoke. "Ah ma?" A hand reaches up to scratch under the mask, moving it to be more askew on his face.
Bring Your Children to Work Day
She stared, not believing what she was seeing, and processing exactly what to say was a challenge. She had plenty of questions, but very few of them she thought he could answer with complete lucidity. He had yet to understand the true purpose of Vitruvian Biotics, or the reality of these two… infants.
"Where did you find them?"
The Million Dollar Question.
They acted, surprisingly, like young children. There was no noticeable aggression.
Carla bent her knees, cup in hand, to look at them. The chaste greetings- they had intelligence without the inflamed temperament?
Between taking a sip of coffee and smearing her pink dollbaby lips on the paper cup, she murmured, “Hello.”
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Strange indeed that they were children, but here they were. Infected, certainly, with the virus and while it was less noticeable on Prikriti due to his mask covering all eight of his individual eyes, his skin was still very hot to the touch and constantly "had a fever." None of the eyes could focus in the same place, so his vision was generally bad unless only a select couple were used for the sole purpose of guidance. The mask was very helpful in that respect.
Upon being patted on the head, the tiny j'avo clutches the plush tighter. Dingy fingers grip the fabric tight, and they still have the abnormal strength because of the virus. Luckily Mark had yet to really be victim of that... Hugs were not something Pri did.
"Hahng'wúih," he mumbles from behind the mask, muffled and a bit difficult to hear despite it being in Cantonese. At least he has some form of manners.
He stays behind Mark until he notices Nemio moving forward a bit. The small child circles around to be behind the other j'avo and nudges the doll into his hands.
Bring Your Children to Work Day
Carla was a woman of refined, powerful expressions, never flaky- her emotions were the one thing about her that she never did lie about. It was plain on her face. The brooding, stern businesswoman side of her was caught hot in her throat.
Babies. Not just babies- little… pudgy… J’avo. The tyke in a paper mask squashing a Glava Smech made her eyes bulge and the better part of the cat to bite her tongue. For once, Carla had zero idea what to say, completely incredulous. Was what she was seeing real? Impossible.
Infants died when they were exposed to Chrysalid.
How in the hell?
Her eyes all but bugged out of her head and she scooted to the edge of the couch.
"… You brought children."
Kind of children. Almost children. She looked around Mark’s legs at them, perplexed. Her coffee steamed on the table by itself.
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The small Chinese j'avo holds onto the arm of Nem's Glava Smech plush doll, having been holding it so he didn't get his hands on something sharp and dangerous instead. He looks around some more and follows after Mark and Nemio when they enter the next room.
Pri doesn't even try to say her name, or even say hello at all really. Mouth gapes from behind his plate mask though, brightly painted in oranges and reds with fingerpaints probably right before they made the trip to work.
He scampers ahead of Mark and Nem, stands awkwardly with Glava Smech between them and Miss Ivanova, and then quickly scuttles around to hide behind Mark's other leg.
Bring Your Children to Work Day
She kicked back in the employee lounge just behind the reception desk- used typically by the select few living employees- since J’avo seemed to have no interest in the new Keurig. Occupied by two squeaking leather couches with matching ottomans and a minature table, it wasn’t the “looker” of the facility. All the money for construction was pumped into thousands of dollars worth of security and bulletproof glass.
It was the lived in room and she was the sole person that chose to live in it. Carla popped the top of a paper cup- tea for the headaches Advil didn’t cure.
She put her lips on the cup.
Heard skittering feet. Tiny feet, bubbling language.
"… What the hell?"
Kids. Who in god’s name would bring kids in here?
Mark.
She groaned.
“Mark,” she called.
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In came running the tiny Prikriti, who was about the same size as the little Nemio but couldn't speak as well due to his normal dialect. Butchered English and Cantonese were mixed together as he trotted in with Nem, looking around through the poorly-cut out eye holes of his paper plate mask. He still liked his arts-and-crafts. When Mark stops them to check on them, he listens although he looks like he's not paying attention at all, still looking around and wondering what all he could get into without getting into trouble.
Bring Your Children to Work Day
Mark opened the door to the lobby that served as his office and ushered the two children inside. Mark bent down and fussed over them a bit, making sure they hadn’t somehow found a way to get dirty in the short walk from the car.
"Okay, today we’re going to be seeing where I work. Best behavior, alright? We’ll have a movie night if things go well."
It didn’t look like there was anyone else around the office today just yet, but he knew that wouldn’t last long.
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>>So I may or may not have been in the background of my twin's photo.
>>Zacharie photobombing Zacharie? I think so.
>>I would like to know who my twin was, they were pretty cool. Plus we did mask smooches.
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>>Sorry I'm taking the other photos off, I just don't want to clog up my dash so much.
>>Zacharie: Me
Mechacon 9 Crappy Phone Spam Go!
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>>Going to Mechacon this weekend. I will most likely be doing strictly OFF cosplays (Zacharie and perhaps as Batter), so if anyone wants to meet up shoot me a message! I haven't updated any of my stuff so I feel kind of bad, but most people didn't mind last time so I suppose I'll just be easier to find.
>>If you guys needs pictures for references in order to catch me:
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The Chinese J'avo sits upon a tall wooden crate in the middle of a dirty alleyway, in a city which seems to be unnamed to him (not that he cares where he is at the moment), and kicks the heels of his grungy boots against the box. His machete is bent out of shape oddly--likely from being hit against something really hard from the side or perhaps it was run over a few times? It was a mystery. He sighs, left hand coming up to rub underneath the cracked orange and white mask to clean the corner of his mouth.
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>>Judge Mask Zacharie: maskedjavo
>>Batter: sadjavo
>>Frog Mask Zacharie: Batter's brother.
>>Hahaha. I stole the paddle because it was relevant to my interests. Ha ha ha.
#cosplay#mun#off#off (cosplay)#zacharie cosplay#batter cosplay#zacharie (off)#batter (off)#off (game)#LAnime#Louisianime#Louisianime 2013#maskedjavo#sadjavo
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Reblog if you'll roleplay agressive crimes and murders.
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