"Hm, Alright, I'll Keep That In Mind. Don't Usually Read Sad Books, But A Change Of Pace Is Sometimes

"He should," John agreed. What he should say, John wasn't going to get into that. Especially only knowing this girl's side of the story. "And he probably will. That's what a good relationship is built on, right? Good communication?" Or not. Or maybe this was a rocky one. He didn't know.

"I think it'll go better than a letter that says 'Sorry you're so annoying'," he grinned. "There's no telling what she'll say or do, really. Hopefully she takes time to process and consider your words. She might not get over it right away, and she might not even tell your boyfriend. But looking like the bigger person is gonna benefit you more in the long run. Because if you keep trying to be the bigger person and all she does is continue to be shady and annoying, who's going to look worse to your boyfriend, right?"

@pepper-doyle

How To Apologize | Open

"Haven't been there in a while," John returned the grin. Karen was always a good time to hang out with. Maybe it was their way of buttering people up to like them more, but hey, if it was, John wouldn't say no to the benefits of that.

John took the phone, squinting slightly to read the words. Big article, big names. A Magick activist attacked, and the anti-magick public figure that was blamed for it all.

"I have now," he replied, skimming through the article. He processed. So they were doing this now--attacking activists? Isn't that friendly fire? John wasn't going to question it, he was smarter than that. And that was his job, right? They all got to be as messy as they wanted and he got to do his best to smooth out the wrinkles? Well, this was certainly going to be an interesting one.

"So what're you looking for from me--are we looking to boost support for the activist, maybe send some anonymous gift baskets or donation to their next fundraiser, or are we out to smear this fucker for this and even more shit?" He handed Karen their phone back.

"That was a bold move, I will say. Could've backfired on us big time--I'd say it still could, but I'm good at my fuckin' job. So I'm just glad it went off without a hitch." He looked at them again. "It did go off without a hitch, right? Please tell me no one tagged the scene again."

From the articles it looked like it did go smoothly, but who knew what people were keeping under wraps. However, usually people jumped to throw MAFIA's name into the ring if there was a reason to. Right now, it was all on Michael Anaclet, which was good for them. Until Michael started talking and throwing out his own thoughts and theories...

"No wonder you invited me for a drink in Queens," he said with a playful grin and a glare as he took out his own phone, ready to start writing down notes and ideas to make sure this mole hill didn't become a mountain.

@into-the-voyd

The PR Game || Voydfellow

JONATHAN BAILEY

Who What Wear (2024)

John jumped a little as the items were slammed down in front of him. He'd been zoned out, listening to some conversation across the lounge. Some couple gossiping about one of their exes and that ex's new girlfriend and that girlfriend's secret instagram page... usual gossip.

This new surprise had all the makings to be far more interesting. Beer, a laptop, and Banzai.

"Never too tired for you," he grinned. "And you've got gifts? This gets better and better."

John was already interested when he heard it was a target's laptop. There was so much on here. So much potential.

He slid one of the beers to Banzai to open for him as John opened the laptop. "Ooh, you know I do--love some dirty little secrets," he scanned the lock screen, trying to see what he could gather from here alone. Calendar reminders, missed emails and messages. She just liked to see everything while her device was still locked, huh?

John paused and looked across the table though as more of Banzai's words sunk in. "You got promoted?" he grinned. "Look at you. Congratulations, Banz." When John first joined with MAFIA, he'd met Banzai's father. Mr. Bungu was an intimidating man for sure. But he also remembered a teenaged Banzai. It made his chest ache for a moment as he thought about the passage of time, seeing someone grow up into an adult. He needed to get into this laptop to stop thinking about this.

"Of course I want to," John laughed. "And you can tell me all about your promotion while I look for her Twitter drafts and DMs. There is always all sorts of stuff in there." He looked over the screen at the younger man, "You wouldn't happen to know if they found her little black book of passwords, would you?" he could figure out how to get in without it, it would just be more annoying and take more time.

@banzai-bungu

in the details // Honest Jackal

John wasn't built for the sorts of missions that put him in harms way. Not to say he hadn't gotten his hands dirty before on behalf of the group or his own personal vendettas, but he wasn't much of a fighter. He wasn't fast enough at escaping--in person form--and he just did better when his weapon of choice was words.

He'd spun a tale or two, covered many a covert crime, played his part very well. He liked doing it too. So it wasn't a surprise when Karen came around for a meeting.

"Hey, Karen," John greeted with a grin, returning the hug. "Honestly only a matter of time, right? You lot cause the loudest commotions, I'm surprised I didn't get shipped off here sooner." He joked. He spent most of his time in London, some in Amsterdam, he'd been to the America's a few times for one reason or another. Usually cities with much higher populations.

"I take it this is more than just a friendly catch-up though," he inquired, tilting his head. "So what've you got for me?"

@into-the-voyd

The PR Game || Voydfellow

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NAME: “Honest” John Worthington HOMETOWN: Unknown OCCUPATION: Advisor YOUR WISH:  to have a higher station in life WHAT YOU GAVE UP: Childhood Memories YOUR UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCE: Can No Longer Lie LOYALIST/REBEL/OTHER: Spy 

BIOGRAPHY: John doesn’t know much about growing up because he gave those memories away. What he does remember is growing up poor and alone, the people that watched him treated him poorly, and he always felt like he deserved more than the hand he was dealt.

When it was time for his wish, he wished to be above it all, to have an ear in all the meetings, to be at the right hand of the nobles. Which he got with the lovely consequence of losing his ability to lie. It was a good thing that John knew how to twist his words.

Now an advisor for a noblewoman in Rosas, John spends most of his days around the castle and the other nobility that comes through the city, which gives him all the information he could need to sell off to the highest bidder. The annoying thing is, though, that Amelia somehow never seems to listen to his advice or intel. Sure, he’s passing along faulty information but she shouldn’t know that. But being what his position is, he’s often closer to combat and trouble than he’d like. After being saved by a knight during a small and random attack, John felt indebted to her. And learning she couldn’t defend herself due to the consequences of her own wish, John decided to make a deal—she could be his guard, that way she always had a specific person inside the castle that she was defending. He’d protect her back in whatever ways he could, but John wasn’t much for fighting.

Between his deal with Judy and his position with Amelia, John finds himself in a predicament of having developed genuine care for both of them. He doesn’t tell the other how close he is with one, and he doesn’t mean to lead them on, but it’s hard to choose. So for now, he hasn’t. We’ll see how that goes for him. 

Wonderful, he loved that she was willing to just talking about it.

John did his damn best to keep a straight face but that was a better story than he could've expected. It had everything, drama, relationships, violence.

"I mean, you feel justified in it? I'm just guessing since you called her annoying and say that you should probably say something to her. To be clear, you're right, you probably should, at least to look good for your boyfriend." He thought for a moment. What do you say to someone who you jumped and attacked because they were friends with your boyfriend...

"Did she fight back at all, or did she come away looking completely like a victim?" he asked taking a casual sip of tea. "Because that'll change how you should frame this apology." And he just wanted to know. "And did your boyfriend see any of this? Does he know this happened?"

@pepper-doyle

How To Apologize | Open

Putting Your Best Paw Forward || Johngel

John wove his way through the crowd at Pixie's, smiling to some familiar faces until he found the one he was looking for. She was seated by herself for now, which was good. Gave him time to slide in and have a quick chat with her. He knew most people here were just relaxing, but hey, he had a job to do, it's not his fault people often don't love it when you tell them their public image is terrible and that needs to be fixed.

"Heeyy, Angel," he greeted her with a grin as he took a seat nearby. "Wanted to have a quick chat with you and then you're free to enjoy your night, yeah?" it was a long time coming, in his opinion. "You're not busy, are you?" John wasn't asking that to be polite, but rather because she very clearly wasn't busy.

@angel-milano

Putting Your Best Paw Forward || Johngel