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There’s no pardon you can beg, Jack, for Nick has hit you in your blind spot. Now prepare yourself to deal with your own foolishness.
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At last, here we are: final episode of BJ. Part 1 of… I don’t know, I still haven’t decided how to split the pages.
In the last 4-6 months (maybe more), this comic has been criticized by a lot of people. That’s why, at one point, we almost decided to drop this comic altogether. Almost. But in the end, we’re still here. And I’m glad we are, nonetheless.
So, we pick up where we left off in Episode 7. Jack is in Meadowlands, having his personal exploration of the place before the actual mission takes place. But just then, he recalls something…
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It was a perfect ‘princess carry’. Straight out of a romantic movie. I watched him as he gallantly held the princess of Venezuela in his tiny – yet strong – arms, his slender figure contrasting with the size of the mammals who were surrounding the cave where she had been held captive in the last 48 hours.
It was perfect… and absolutely disgusting.
“The princess is safe.” One of Diana’s personal guards, an elephant, waved his trunk to them. “This way, Mr. Savage.”
Jack nodded and got the princess down – ‘It was about time, Jesus Christ’ – with a soft smile. “Are you okay, Princess Diana?” he asked.
“I’m fine, thank you.” The princess took one of his paws and held it for unknown reasons. “You were so brave…” she said. “So fearless! Intrepid! Undaunted…”
“Savage” I began, approaching them, “Did you secure the area?”
“Yes” he confirmed. “Nobody is going to come outside the cave. Not alive, at least.”
I clicked my tongue with a grin. “Tsk. You really are Savage, aren’t you?”
“Hey, stop calling him savage!” she grunted. “It’s such a harsh, graceless word, Ms. Hiker.”
“It’s Walker, and I wasn’t naming an adjective. I was just addressing my… associate.”
“… Associate.” Jack looked at me with canny eyes. “I keep downgrading, it seems.”
I rolled my eyes. “Aren’t we associates?”
“And what will we be tomorrow? Acquaintances?”
“Don’t fight!” the princess suddenly bawled, coming between us. “I just got rescued, we need to celebrate!”
“Actually, we need to come back to the headquarter.” I put a pawn on Jack’s shoulder – who glared at me, unhappy – and gave the skunk a wry smile. “I hope you won’t be kidnapped again, princess Diana.”
“Walker, you’re atomizing my shoulder.”
“Bear with it.”
“No, really” he grumbled, “it hurts.”
“Aw, fine then.” I let his delicate shoulder go with a sarcastic smirk. “… Poor thing.”
“Hey.”
“But…” Diana mumbled, “you should relax a bit, before returning to the headquarter. How about I give a party, tonight?” She suggested. “Would you like to come? I mean, you worked so hard… you deserve a little entertainment.”
“You’re too generous, princess” Jack replied, “but…”
“Oh, please!” She clung to his arm and begged: “Stay, Mr. Savage!”
“Hum…” Jack scratched his cheek, a bit flushed. Then, he turned to me and asked: “Walker, what do you think?”
‘… I think Princess Diana needs to mind her damn princely business.’ “We have no time for parties, Savage.”
The lack of context disturbed Jack, so he turned to the cat with a puzzled expression all over his face. “What?” he asked, but his younger apprentice didn’t give him a proper answer; the cat just stared at something on the other side of the office, with dreamy eyes and his long tail wagging around, restless.
It was almost touching, Jack thought for a moment.
Almost.
“Zac…” the hare sighed, “did you already fill the report I gave you this morning?”
“I love it.”
“…” Jack frowned at the empty file, sadly lying on Zac’s desk. “So much you decided to keep it blank?”
“The wig” the cat murmured. “Stella’s wig, I love it.”
‘Oh. Right, the wig.’ “Zac, how about—”
“She looks so gorgeous with that ponytail, doesn’t she?”
Jack, for sake of argument, left his desk with a sigh and came to see the aforementioned gorgeous creature. He caught a glimpse of a certain ferret whose eyes could kill an adult mammal with just one glance. She was… actually… quite far from being the embodiment of gorgeousness, to be honest. “Well… if you ask my opinion—”
“Ah!” Zac got excited all the sudden. “She looked this way!” The cat turned to Jack and claimed: “She looked at me!”
“How nice.” Jack forced a smile. “But the report—”
“Stella!” Zac yelled at her. “Good morning!”
Jack heard the crack of his patience being mercilessly crushed. “Zac…”
Stella, at the end of the hallway, gave Zac a look so angry that even Jack got goosebumps. ‘… at least her bloodlust is gorgeous, in a sense.’
Eventually, Stella walked away from their field of vision; then, Zac became very quiet, as if his breath of life had suddenly abandoned him.
Jack asked, worried: “Zac, can you hear me?”
The cat whimpered softly. “… boss, I have a confession.” Suspense descended upon them, or maybe it was just moisture in the air. “I think… I’m in love.”
‘I think you’re just lazy.’ Jack decided to keep that last thought for himself – a courtesy for his cute, idle mostly of the time assistant. “Zac…” Jack began, but then he realized he didn’t have a spare thought prepared and so he became silent, with the unpleasant feeling that the report would have never been filled that day.
And perhaps not even the next one.
“What, hum…” The hare scratched the back of his head, looking for something to say. “What do you… love about Stella?”
‘Oh, now that’s a great question.’ Cynthia’s face suddenly appeared in his mind. ‘Why can’t you just keep your little mouth shut, Savage?’, she inquired, not so softly. ‘What are you, a cretin?’
‘I probably am’ he admitted, just because it was happening all inside his creative mind. Cynthia nodded. ‘Of course’ she agreed, then vanished in a puff of smoke.
“She’s small” Zac answered, taking Jack away from his savage fantasies, “and stubborn, and cute. She always looks like the entire world annoys her, but I bet that she’s actually a cutie pie. I…” The cat giggled a bit, seeming a little embarrassed. “I kinda want to protect her; you know, the “prince and princess” sort of thing. And, oh! I want to know more about her, and I want her to smile. I’m sure her smile is beautiful.”
“What is your conviction based on?” ‘And what’s a “cutie pie”, anyway?’
“No basis, boss” he admitted. “I just know that.”
Jack felt a headache approaching him at incredible high speed. “I see. That’s very… nice, I think.”
Zac laughed. “You have a big ‘I don’t understand’ written all over you face, boss.”
“Is that so?” Jack touched both his cheeks, confused. Then, realizing they had already lost too much time, he cleared his throat and said: “Zac, I hate to repeat myself, but there is a report to fill. Now.”
The cat gulped. “Oh… you’re right. The report. The report you gave me today so that I could fill it. That report.”
“Yes, that report.” Jack pointed at the sheet in question. “Will you take care of it, Zac?”
He sadly nodded. “I will, boss.”
“In the near future, I hope?”
“… How near, exactly?”
“You have thirty minutes.”
“What? But—”
“Twenty-nine.”
“Boss!”
“… And now twenty-eight. For any further objection, I’ll subtract a minute, so be quiet and fill the report.”
Zac, whose mouth was opened, raised both arms in the air in shock.
Jack smiled and offered him a bow. “You’re welcome.”
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One day, I’ll finally repost every story and art and comic ever made on this blog. But not today.
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In the face of that question, an electrical discharge seemed to pass through Cynthia Walker. Her ears suddenly perked up, her amber eyes widened and her paw, which had been lazily lying on the desk up until that moment, twitched and hit the pen nearby.
It fell to the ground and rolled to the feet of Jack Savage. At that point, the hare corrected his sentence: “… Chamomile?”
“I…” the fox looked at him, shocked. “You surprised me, Mr. Savage.”
“I didn’t mean to” he replied, dryly. “You had your head resting on the desk, so I thought you had fallen asleep.”
Judging by her foggy eyes, his deduction was probably quite correct. However, if he had got to know her a bit, Cynthia would have never admitted it.
“You caught me in a weak moment.” She immediately played defense, and Jack couldn’t help but sigh because of that predictable reaction.
“It wasn’t supposed to be a criticism, Miss Walker.” … Despite his resignation to her attitude – or, maybe, because of that – the hare left the cup next to the pile of files rising from her desk – otherwise, there was a good chance that she would have refused it. “Drink it, if you want, or simply throw it. Your choice.”
Cynthia stared at him, blankly, and tilted her head. “Why you…?”
But he immediately cut her off. “I’ll leave you to your business. If you need help, give me a call.” With that, Jack Savage gave her a slight nod and proceeded to leave the office. When he reached the door, she called him.
“Jack.” She just pronounced his name, nothing more than that… but somehow, that mere word managed to be more eloquent than any other sentence they had said that day.
Jack turned and smiled at the fox. “You’re welcome” he replied, to save her the effort of saying words she wasn’t used to. “Good work, Cynthia.”
In his mouth, her name had a bittersweet taste.
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This is the first story I have ever write on Jack and Cynthia, and the sketch that introduces it is also the first original drawing Rem has made to represent Cynthia. Really, both story and art are so old. The date is August 2, 2016. 20fucking16. It’s hard to believe that we managed to come this far… but we did; today, we’re still here, making what make us happy. Is there something more wonderful? 💖
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Exactly one month has passed since we opened AoiRemArt. We already have 1612 followers, and we are really happy and grateful for your support. So… here’s a little present – literally? – to show our appreciation. Hope you’ll like it. ❤️
(If you’re wondering, drawing is from Jack Savage’s merry little Christmas, I’ll repost that comic soon on this blog…)
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This is absolutely my favorite drawing of Cynthia, maybe my favorite drawing of all times. She’s absolutely stunning here; everything from colors to lines, facial expression and pose is perfect. Just perfect. I love this character so much and can’t really wait to make her move in the sequel together with Jack. They make such a good couple… 💗
(On a side note, artworks repost is done, at last. Now you can expect just inedit artworks to be published here… more or less. 😉)
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That day, Maria O’ Connor was feeling in particularly high spirits. She had just flown back from Costa Rica, where she had carried out a kind of important mission – during which she had also managed to have a couple of sexual intercourses with a certain jaguar with two off-the-chain pecs – and now, she was heading to Gregory Kohle’s office to submit her report, as usual.
The delight was such that she almost thought she could do without her daily cig, but the very moment that idea crossed her mind, Maria just laughed her ass off in the empty hallway. “Hey, look, I’m turning into a health freak!” she claimed, the sound of that monumental bullshit echoing in the building like a sick joke. Oh, she was so humorous sometimes.
When she turned the corner, the elevator came into sight. Maria looked around, to check for the possible nearness of other mammals; then, found that she was alone on the floor, she decided to help herself to a lift, since, for once, she wouldn’t have been compelled to share it with someone else. But just then… another animal showed up, coming from the hall to the right, and stalked towards the elevator.
Maria kept the colorful swear which was purling in her throat for herself, but not the caustic remark that followed: “Hey, Bunnyboy, get out of the road. That’s my ride.”
Said bunny stopped dead in his track, and slowly met her eyes. Maria paid heed to his six black stripes on his face, three on each cheek, which instinctively reminded her of claw marks. As she approached him, she realized that it was just the color of his fur that looked that peculiar way in those spots.
But that wasn’t the only thing that she noticed.
He was tall – taller than her, but that was no wonder, since it didn’t take much to beat Maria in terms of height. Pleasurably slender, genteel; he was wearing a black suit, which enhanced his willowy figure, and his eyes, now that she saw them more closely, were ice blue, cold and keen.
“Excuse me”, he said, “I don’t think I understood”. There was no sign of hostility in his voice, that much was clear and obvious. However, his ears were perked high and his face was equal parts puzzled and attentive.
All things considered, he probably was an idiot. If anything, a hot idiot.
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