Jade Arrison's Journal

Jade's Pocketbook

A small, mostly blank book bound in leather and sealed with a clasp, 'JADE'S' is scrawled into the cover by a sharp edge, revealing the solid white surface below. 

To Russia With Love
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Downtime
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The Hand That Leads You
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Downtime

You Can't Shake The Devil's Hand And Say You're Only Kidding

It was a rather...Interesting. Meet with Corpor, i spent a few hours bringing him to a local cafe to chat over coffee.

 

I sort of interrogated him when i did, as soon as he arrived, he offered to show me his gun. And i, on the offensive, entered my battle stance. I thought he was going to assassinate me before i became a problem, but instead we merely exchanged and examined our weapons. I trusted him just for that one second, letting my sword slip from my fingers, but you have to keep your friends close, and your enemies closer, as they say.

It should be noted that i never broke eye contact with him, i kept my eyes on the man and not the weapon, but when the man is the weapon, it gets a little complex. I'll go back over the text conversation we had here.

C: Hey, I was wondering how you were doing after that last gig, let me know when you get this.

J: been doing alright. still thinking about my trip to russia. landmines are a pain in the ass.

C: Yeah, one of my family friend's went on a trip to Russia and never came back, they said they were on some kind of adventure for some quick cash.

J: fucking hell, another? just hope the others had an easier time than we did.

J: in other news, i'm finally getting my leg back. it was worth the wait.

C: Huh, looks like we both got something nice after that mission, my grandfathers will finally went through and I got this revolver.

C: It was sent to me with one note just reading 'Chekhov's Gun'

J: that whole 'it has to be fired' thing included with it too?

We go on like this for a little while longer, but it ends with me extending the invitation, and like the show-offy businessman he is, he rolled up in a factory fresh Tesla. The guy is loaded, afterall. We told one another about the stories of our weapons and headed inside. And after i made my order, the first thing he did was scare off the cashier by looking at him. I could tell there was nothing in those eyes. No mercy, compassion, human emotion. Like he's done this all before, practiced and perfected into a distilled act. And then, i sat down, and the questioning began.

Question One: Who are you?

Question Two: (he answered both at once) I expected you to be evil; act or nature?

Answer: ''Mostly act, I don't really show most of my other tendencies.''

A cryptic response. But it tells me enough- He's a trained actor when it comes to this, he can hide his lack of humanity.

He followed this by playing with a coin in his hand, i had to keep an eye on him, so this is noted, as well as occasionally looking at his car.

I was about to ask my next question, but then our orders were ready to go out, and had to stand up.

I could tell everyone in the shop was staring at him, he was pretty damn popular for what he's done, it seems. Mabye popular's not the right word.

After apologizing, i asked my next question

Question Three: Can i trust you? Fully?

Answer: ''Depends.''

...I asked him to elaborate.

''Some people trust me, some don't, I'm quite polarizing. I'd say you could relatively trust me.''

Well, at the very least, he's willing to cooperate, he's good at that. Now i know he won't shoot me in the back. I apologized to him, of course, saying- or, at least, writing- as follows.

''Sorry for all the apprehension. I'm sure you understand.''
 
''I tend to trust my gut.''
He responded with - "I see. I can assure you trusting your gut around me is not the move. With the horns and all."
I asked him about the horns, it's not exactly important, and therefore it won't be listed.
And with that, i ended my interrogation, or at least, moved to a more personal angle. We talked about the job, and how we both felt. We understood the reality of our situation well, and came to accept it.
 
Continued in the next entry.
Downtime

Bonding Over Reality

For a while, i was mouthing words to him, i was comfortable enough to actually exert some effort to 'speak' with him. I will recite our conversation verbatim.

''Do you think the gunman would have killed them?'' I asked, in case it wasn't obvious, i'm pretty conscious about my first real kill. It probably wouldn't traumatize me, but it won't feel good. ''I was prepared, almost. To make sure he didn't leave Jamacia alive.'' I was fully willing to tell the truth to him, something about him. I trusted him, mabye a little too much. ''Death has...'' I continued, only pausing to take a swig of my coffee. ''...been on my mind a lot recently, what with Riley, and my leg. Those people. He had no mercy in his eyes. Not from where i was standing.''

Corpor told me what i mabye even wanted to hear, cold and merciless.  "Hm. I don't like to dwell on hypotheticals really. I live in the moment and nothing else.''

 
This made me pause, i didn't expect him to be as honest as he was here, and i told him as such.  ''You, i can understand you. You're obviously not the moral type, but him? They say morals are a poor man's quality, and he looked literally homeless. Do you think this kind of job sort of cultivates those people?'' This was probably one of the only moments that made me reconsider my job as a contractor, especially since corpor added; "I'd imagine. They probably need people with poor morals for this type of shit."
 
 
It made me look inwards for a second, honestly. But, i had to steel myself, i was dealing with my biggest enemy here, and i wasn't about to show my weakness infront of him. I tried to save face here, and so i said
''Being power hungry is good, if you know where to direct it. I don't think i've told anyone why i'm doing this, speaking of. would you want to know?'' I had to redirect the conversation here, and this was where we both realised how bad we really had it as coworkers. ''It's an almost...childish dream. I want to take down as much crime as i can. Crime, corruption, evil. Supernatural or otherwise, i want to be a hero. I can't exactly go up against an armed mafia, you know. I figured i'd need power. And my will for this, my dream. My sword must have heard it, because now...It's like this. It's going to be my most important step, without a doubt.''
 
And, this is where he told me what he wanted. "Hm. My goals are almost the exact opposite." Of course, i was suprised. He told me straight to my face, mabye because he knew i couldn't touch him. I can't blame him for the honesty, we're coworkers who could cross eachother's paths at any moment, so why hide anything?
With a sigh, he said "My goal is to be the head of the worldwide economy, and essentially commercialize every single thing I possibly can." This both depressed me greatly and confirmed my bias, this guy is evil, and now i have concrete evidence. He's the enemy now, and yet...
 
I sighed back, gritting my teeth in frustration as the reality hit me. 
''We would be enemies in a different life, wouldn't we?...Well, unfortunately you're my co-worker. Sounds like some shitty anime title.'' I tried my best to laugh, lighten the situation up, all that came out were wheezes, which turned into a coughing fit. Safe to say i wouldn't be doing that anymore. From then on, i returned to just writing. 
(author's note, -- means notes are seperated, these napkins were small.)
''Seems we both know what we want.-- --Guess there's no changing our minds.''
"I'm quite set in stone." He told me, the room was pretty sad.
''Fair enough, Corpor. Fair enough.-- --Two ends of the same coin.''
'Do you think, when we're both strong enough...-- --Will we need to fight? Our ideals directly oppose eachother.''
 
"Perhaps in the distant future, if we don't die first."
With a nod as i stood up, i wrote to him
''Makes enough sense. I doubt either of us want to lose.-- --Well, i'll be getting out of here. See you next contract. - Jade.'' 
 
The Light, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

Here Lies Jade Arrison

Cause of Death: Died as they lived, by the sword. In the end, they made the ultimate just sacrifice, saving the lives of everyone else.

Jade Arrison was a youth, mute, they touched the world in ways nobody ever could. They spoke in blades, in irony, in biting remarks of blazing hot justice, but... In the end, their luck had finally run out, their words scrawled in ink forever lost to time.

Jade, in the end, was unable to fight what they prepared so much to protect.
The innocent.

Rest in Peace, Swordsman of Glass, Jade Arrison. May your anger be laid to rest, and your sword find itself into worthy hands.

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