Alex Jaska |
Unravel |
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Company/Sculpt: Granado Embody Uriel
Resin Colour: New Normal
Size: 70cm
Skill: Phase-Shifting
Story genre: Modern fantasy
Bio: Passed over to the government by persons unknown as a child, Alex has spent his life in government service. His reward for surviving a childhood of experimentation was one of the best educations in the country and a job working for the same government that spent over a decade testing him. His main consolation is that it gives him a ridiculously well-paid job that he is both talented in and enjoys. Shame about the amount of partners he's lost to Research...
So when his new partner comes from Research he's already dubious, and when it's the same elf he dragged there in the first place? Then that just has to be a sick, sick joke. Agents need to be highly educated, skilled and intelligent, not skinny, mutated freaks of elves only just out of their teens. Not elves with nervous hazel eyes, long legs and fingers, and surprisingly handsome faces.
Forced to socialise after a retrieval goes so badly wrong Milos could have been killed, Alex forces the elf to come along on his messy social life: one that involves flirting with as many women as possible in the hopes that one of them will fall for his charms. And one night, drunk and ignored by everyone at the bar, Milos's ill-advised attempt to help the barely-able-to-stand Alex home leads to a spot of light blackmail and the first time they spend the night together.
It probably shouldn't feel so good, but it does — and why should Alex question anything he enjoys?
It turns out, training up his partner himself is significantly more enjoyable than having one assigned to him. And despite his misgivings, it turns out this partner is a lot more bearable than he'd ever expected...
Gender: Male
Company/Sculpt: Granado Embody Uriel
Resin Colour: New Normal
Size: 70cm
Skill: Phase-Shifting
Story genre: Modern fantasy
Bio: Passed over to the government by persons unknown as a child, Alex has spent his life in government service. His reward for surviving a childhood of experimentation was one of the best educations in the country and a job working for the same government that spent over a decade testing him. His main consolation is that it gives him a ridiculously well-paid job that he is both talented in and enjoys. Shame about the amount of partners he's lost to Research...
So when his new partner comes from Research he's already dubious, and when it's the same elf he dragged there in the first place? Then that just has to be a sick, sick joke. Agents need to be highly educated, skilled and intelligent, not skinny, mutated freaks of elves only just out of their teens. Not elves with nervous hazel eyes, long legs and fingers, and surprisingly handsome faces.
Forced to socialise after a retrieval goes so badly wrong Milos could have been killed, Alex forces the elf to come along on his messy social life: one that involves flirting with as many women as possible in the hopes that one of them will fall for his charms. And one night, drunk and ignored by everyone at the bar, Milos's ill-advised attempt to help the barely-able-to-stand Alex home leads to a spot of light blackmail and the first time they spend the night together.
It probably shouldn't feel so good, but it does — and why should Alex question anything he enjoys?
It turns out, training up his partner himself is significantly more enjoyable than having one assigned to him. And despite his misgivings, it turns out this partner is a lot more bearable than he'd ever expected...
Alex couldn't help wondering how long it had taken him to train all traces of an Irish accent from his voice. "That's funny," he found himself saying, wishing he'd had the sense to grab some earplugs even as his hand moved back to the same pocket as before, this time for the syringe that weighed against his chest. It felt too far away. Beside him he felt Milos tense, a hair's breadth from shifting his fingers to claws. "I don't recall giving you my name."
"We're very aware of who you are, Mr. Jaska," the man said with a humourless curve that rivalled Alex's own failed attempts at a smile. "And I'm sure it's not your I.D. you're going for, so if you value your hearing — and your lives — you'll stop moving." God, it was so tempting to just lunge for the syringe. It would only be a couple of seconds. More than long enough for him to yank it free and drop this irritating little idiot. A couple of seconds in which the idiot's voice could do serious damage, if not to the couples in the room beyond, then to Milos with his ridiculous long, sensitive ears. To his mind. A mind that, Alex had to admit, he was becoming, if not exactly fond of, then at least used to. Wasting time training another partner after everything would just be a pain. Shit. Shit, shit, fuck. Heart thumping, he let his hand drop again; beside him, he heard the softest of exhalations from Milos. The maître d's smile grew, in size if not in warmth. "You made the right choice, Mr. Jaska." "Why are you doing this?" Alex asked, smiling the kind of tepid smile old couples seemed to find so very charming when he was information-gathering. "What does this achieve, other than pissing me off and making me even more likely to hurt you?" "Even more?" The little man raised an eyebrow. "Well, at least you're honest." "Why should I lie? Believe me, once this is done I'll take great pleasure in it." For one wonderful moment the maître d' blanched; maybe some of Alex's real feelings bled into that sentence. Good. He hoped it scared the little shit. "What was the point of making sure the others got away if you're planning on going out in... what? A blaze of glory? You've just ensured that I'll hunt them down afterwards, and if you think I'll be nice to them then you're even more deluded than I thought." The farshee stiffened, his eyes narrowing behind his round lenses. "I'd heard rumours, Mr. Jaska, but you really are a bastard, aren't you?" |