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ingoldentent‌:

Look at who’s here! Battler grins happily once Jet’s visage appears before him. It’s been a good while since the last time he saw this guy, no?

“I’m glad they didn’t go for a full reboot on this series, ihihihihi!” He gently pats Jet’s back. Hopefully the older man would enjoy his movie jokes. “How has the city been treating you this time? Think you might stick around longer this round?”

“Hahaha!” Oh, he got the joke and he appreciates it, alright. “I haven’t gotten back to the theater yet, but I think it’s better that I get my bearings first and then decide how I’m gonna proceed with Throwblack. Hopin’ I get to stay here awhile longer, yeah!”

“How’ve things been fer you while I’ve been out?”

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1upbcy‌:

Mario looks up from the map to see a stranger who seems nice enough approaching. The shorter man sighs in relief, glad that someone could make sense of it. At least the map wasn’t written in some weird language he couldn’t understand. English and Italian? Yeah. Anything else? Nope.

❝Oh! Sorry, didn’t see you there! You’re-a willing to help Mario out? Grazie millie!~❞ 

The help was appreciated.  The issue at hand was finding a place for Mario to eat. His stomach wasn’t too happy with him skipping breakfast, but how was he supposed to know since he basically got kidnapped?

❝Thank goodness I can read this. The issue’s that I don’t know what any of these “wards” are. I take it, they’re different sections of the city?❞

Mario’s gonna have to do some walking? Fair enough, he could do that! No probelemo, Mario’s gone through a lot worse than this! Though he wished he his brother was here to give him company.

“Yeah, sure thing!” Oh, he’s gotten a name right off. “Nice t’meetcha, Mario. I’m Jet.” And since he’s gotten a name he figures he may as well give his own while he’s at it. Jet closes the distance between them and studies the map.

“I’ve been here before, so I remember what each one is. From what I recall, ah...” He looks like he’s squinting at the map, but he just looks like that, a lot. “Archimedes features food tha most, but Golden’s got a buncha stores and all that where you could find somethin’ to eat. The wards are like different parts of tha city that’re constructed all different.”

“So ah... which do you wanna head to? Golden or Archimedes? I’m just here ta help ya out so I don’t mind goin’ to whichever.”

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The floor is lava?

The manager is hovering! (And not dealing with that today.)

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Y’all I love Jet to death I wanna draw Junko too ;v;

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“Ah jeez, my ears... you got a reason for all this yellin’?”

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1upbcy‌:

❝…Would be-a great if I could read this map,❞  Mario grumbles to himself, twisting it around and around in his hands. His captors had been so nice to give him a map… But didn’t tell him what any of the landmarks meant. He had the map shoved at him and had been basically told “Good luck”. The short man groaned in annoyance - nothing was familiar to him.

Well, it could have been worse, he supposed. The “wards” as they were labeled seemed to be in English. HOWEVER!

He couldn’t tell where the restaurants were. He was hungry. He should have probably eaten something before, but in his defense he didn’t know he would be transported away that day.

❝Can someone tell-a me where I can get something to eat? I can’t make heads or tails of this map. Mamma mia.❞

@blackvwatch liked for a starter.

It isn’t his first time in this city, but it sure is a bit of a shock coming back to a place more strange than familiar. He hadn’t been here too long before heading home once again, and yet... 

Jet is reacquainting himself with Spirale while he can, for once not focused on bringing his movie theater back up to speed with things. Instead, it’s better that he learn the city front to back, in case there’s yet another disaster and he has to go out and do something yet again, swear ta god, it’s a constant thing.

And so, he’s standing on a sidewalk when his eye catches a wandering stranger who looks friendly enough, though he also appears to be quite lost. Hopefully the scrap metal sword dangling from his belt doesn’t look too concerning as he approaches in time to overhear the mutterings.

“You trying to figure out where everything is, too?” Jet’s voice is a little gruff, but he’s just like that. “I haven’t been here long, but I can read the map for you, see what’s closest.”

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“Y’know, as mundane as this is... it beats hearing that sector six is on fire again.”

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@ingoldentent

No matter how strange it is to get pulled away from home, it feels like Jet can always count on someone familiar to show their face eventually. He’s used to skulking about and going unseen so maybe, just maybe, he’ll get the drop on this familiar-seeming face?

“Hey! Sorry I was gone so long,” Jet opens, with that ever-present smile on his face as he approaches. “But it looks like I got a re-release in this place. Ahahah! Ahem.”

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envymachine‌:

“Nope! The inside of a human looks exactly like slime. Humans are usually made of glue and borax mixed with water.”

“Oh, izzat so? You got some strange humans back wherever you’re from. Sounds almost alien to me.”

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“Considerin’ all the muscle, I’m not sure I’d say the insides of a person are ‘gummy’. Most of the stuff’s too firm for that.”

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@fibercrafting

Another round in the city. Another time taken from his family. But eh, he’s fine with that. His kids are growing up, his job is the same every day, and the Emperor has settled down. There’s no discontent in being pulled away from home. Especially when the city doesn’t look like it was struck by an early apocalypse.

This place looks miles better, but then it makes sense -- when you don’t live in a garbage fire, you don’t want to add to the flames. You want to look it over, feel your way through the districts, find out what’s going on now. And Jet’s found the right person to ask, because he’s just found the ever-familiar store of Dressed to Kill.

“Yo!” he calls out as he pushes the door open. This visit isn’t just for asking questions -- Jet also has a certain article of clothing that’s gone missing between his migration between the old city and the new one.

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first ad in a long time for jet! capping at 3, will be a little picky. i might allow previous interactions to like past the cap? we’ll see :D

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JET BLACK / VIEWTIFUL JOE

Movie theater dad, former cinematographer dad!

Got into a fight with his best friend and they didn’t speak to each other for years

Jet was trying to kill him so that’s like, a fair response

tfw you get infested by an evil weeb who still thinks samurai are relevant

Tried to kill his son and his son’s gf in front of a live studio audience

That’s a nice healthbar you got there

Shame if something happened to it

[hits you for over half your HP because you fucked up]

FEAR ME YOU SPINELESS VERMIN I AM THE BLACK EMPEROR

He’s actually a pretty nice guy all things considered

I swear to God do not touch his theater that place is holy ground to him

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“Alright, that’s better. Now, my theater should be around here somewhere... man, it’s been awhile.”

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Stranger Than Paradise (1984)

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Mu (無), meaning ‘nothingness’ or ‘emptiness’ referring to the idea/essence of reality that exists beyond form.

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Sounds like someone’s got the projector rolling again...