"SAUL GOODMAN" (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
justmakemoney) wrote2022-08-08 12:28 pm
justmakemoney) wrote2022-08-08 12:28 pm
INBOX; Penance
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[Oh boy. Why, if it isn't his absolute favorite client in all of the afterlife (and totally not a message that made him almost jump when seeing it, not at all).]
He's a hard guy to forget. Is he a friend of yours?
He's a hard guy to forget. Is he a friend of yours?
[ This comes a few minutes later. You can hear the self-satisfied tone through text, somehow. ]
Oh, and I told him that you’re our King or President or whatever, so he should listen to you. You can thank me later. Anyway, say hello to the missus for me. ;)
Oh, and I told him that you’re our King or President or whatever, so he should listen to you. You can thank me later. Anyway, say hello to the missus for me. ;)
[...........okay so it's not that he didn't expect Lalo to get into some shit while in hell, but like. What have you dragged them all into, Lalo.]
Ignacio's your cousin, got it. And I'm glad you're that satisfied with my representation.
[but as your lawyer: what the fuck, is what he wants to say. But he doesn't.]
He's very dedicated to his Medieval Times schtick, so I'm inclined to believe it's not an act.
[He's reluctant to share most actual important information with Lalo, sure, but this is something insignificant and he can't see what harm sharing information like this would be.]
Ignacio's your cousin, got it. And I'm glad you're that satisfied with my representation.
[but as your lawyer: what the fuck, is what he wants to say. But he doesn't.]
He's very dedicated to his Medieval Times schtick, so I'm inclined to believe it's not an act.
[He's reluctant to share most actual important information with Lalo, sure, but this is something insignificant and he can't see what harm sharing information like this would be.]
[ These texts come later. Much later. 3am later. Lalo has shit to do in Hell, apparently.
The texts also come right after the other in short bursts. ]
Yeah, that’s what I figured.
[ Another text. ]
At first I thought he was one of those weird sad virgins, but I don’t think so.
[ Another text. ]
Think he’s legit.
[ ANOTHER text. ]
Anyway, you get some shuteye. Enjoy room # [ whatever room number Jimmy and Kim are in in the castle!! ]!
[ Threat? No, it’s not a threat! Saul is easiest to control when he’s kind of scared of you, but that doesn’t make it a threat. Jeez. ]
The texts also come right after the other in short bursts. ]
Yeah, that’s what I figured.
[ Another text. ]
At first I thought he was one of those weird sad virgins, but I don’t think so.
[ Another text. ]
Think he’s legit.
[ ANOTHER text. ]
Anyway, you get some shuteye. Enjoy room # [ whatever room number Jimmy and Kim are in in the castle!! ]!
[ Threat? No, it’s not a threat! Saul is easiest to control when he’s kind of scared of you, but that doesn’t make it a threat. Jeez. ]
[of course lalo knows where they are. of course. that urge to just move rooms every single night until they all disappear or repent or whatever is right back in full force, because that's all he can think to do with lalo here. Because that's totally realistic and will totally work out just fine!]
Don't do anything I wouldn't do!
Don't do anything I wouldn't do!
[ Sorry, was that a little scared of you?
More like a lot scared of you. More like deathly scared of you in a place where almost no one is actually dead, scared of you. More like you-are-the-thing-that-goes-bump-in-the-night-for-him scared of you.
Saul is easiest to manage when he’s petrified of you. Truthfully, Lalo has no intention of visiting Saul again any time soon, but he needs Saul to know it’s within his abilities. That he knows where Saul is, or at least where he sleeps at night, and could show up there at any time.
Of course, neither of them needs him to say as much out loud, and it’s better if they never do. Which might be part of why Saul gets only one final cryptic text to decipher. ]
👍
[ There! Nothing but a harmless emote. …Right? ]
More like a lot scared of you. More like deathly scared of you in a place where almost no one is actually dead, scared of you. More like you-are-the-thing-that-goes-bump-in-the-night-for-him scared of you.
Saul is easiest to manage when he’s petrified of you. Truthfully, Lalo has no intention of visiting Saul again any time soon, but he needs Saul to know it’s within his abilities. That he knows where Saul is, or at least where he sleeps at night, and could show up there at any time.
Of course, neither of them needs him to say as much out loud, and it’s better if they never do. Which might be part of why Saul gets only one final cryptic text to decipher. ]
👍
[ There! Nothing but a harmless emote. …Right? ]
Idle hands are the devil's tools.
Maybe not the best proverb here, though.
[This is a lie, mostly. He thinks he's busy, but he really doesn't do much more than the lazing around he does half of the time his office is open.]
You need something?
Maybe not the best proverb here, though.
[This is a lie, mostly. He thinks he's busy, but he really doesn't do much more than the lazing around he does half of the time his office is open.]
You need something?
(Not-so-?)Fun fact: there are people who will swear up and down that saying is about jacking it.
[ Jane sucks in a deep breath, her fingers trembling as she types her next message. ]
Just somebody to talk to. I figure a lawyer is like, the next best thing to a shrink here, right?
But if you're busy we can talk another time.
[ Jane sucks in a deep breath, her fingers trembling as she types her next message. ]
Just somebody to talk to. I figure a lawyer is like, the next best thing to a shrink here, right?
But if you're busy we can talk another time.
And if those types spent more time actually jacking it, instead of worrying about other people, imagine how much better the world would be!
I can make time. Just so you know, there's a nonzero number of people rolling in their graves at the idea of me being anywhere close to a shrink.
[But honestly over the twoish years with Walt and Jesse, he's been everything from a lawyer to a babysitter to a marriage counsellor. Clearly he should branch out.]
I can make time. Just so you know, there's a nonzero number of people rolling in their graves at the idea of me being anywhere close to a shrink.
[But honestly over the twoish years with Walt and Jesse, he's been everything from a lawyer to a babysitter to a marriage counsellor. Clearly he should branch out.]
Edited 2022-11-27 04:26 (UTC)
Looking for a place to eat that doesn't serve live birds in a pie. Harder than one would think, apparently.
[He sends the name of whatever tavern down in town he's on his way to, whether or not they serve birds in a pie, well, that's a different matter. By the time Jane is down there, he's not hard to spot in his gaudy suit speaking insistently with a demon to try and get the point across that he really doesn't want anything still moving in his food.]
[He sends the name of whatever tavern down in town he's on his way to, whether or not they serve birds in a pie, well, that's a different matter. By the time Jane is down there, he's not hard to spot in his gaudy suit speaking insistently with a demon to try and get the point across that he really doesn't want anything still moving in his food.]
[ Saul sticks out immediately when Jane saunters into the tavern. Between the gaudy suits and the comb over, even in Hell, there's no one half so recognizable. She slides up next to him where he's talking to the demon, and waits until she can get a word in edgewise.
Then she turns to the demon. ]
Uh. Just two fruit pies. Thanks. [ She holds up a 'two' symbol with her hand. When the demon leaves to get their food, she turns to Saul with a small smile. ] I had to learn it the hard way too, but the fruit ones are the ones that don't have anything still alive in them.
[ Then she looks down at the bar. The atmosphere around her turns suddenly awkward; or at least it feels awkward to her. The blush on her cheeks is faint, but visible. ]
So. Uh. How are you?
Then she turns to the demon. ]
Uh. Just two fruit pies. Thanks. [ She holds up a 'two' symbol with her hand. When the demon leaves to get their food, she turns to Saul with a small smile. ] I had to learn it the hard way too, but the fruit ones are the ones that don't have anything still alive in them.
[ Then she looks down at the bar. The atmosphere around her turns suddenly awkward; or at least it feels awkward to her. The blush on her cheeks is faint, but visible. ]
So. Uh. How are you?
Edited 2022-11-27 05:48 (UTC)
[How is he? Well, that's complicated, as always. How can one be when they're in hell with both their worst nightmare and their ex wife who left because of said nightmare here, with no real way to protect her?
But that's too heavy for the moment, and Jane is the one that wants to talk about problems, so his own worries are for no one but him. So instead, he shrugs before clasping his hands together.]
Truthfully I've been better. But look on the bright side: we're on land now. No risks of falling overboard here.
[well it's not a lie, at least. Awkward moment on Jane's side or not, he's good at overcoming those awkward conversational lulls. Talking and getting other people to talk is his job, after all.]
And you? You and Pinkman been being good model citizens on their best behavior?
But that's too heavy for the moment, and Jane is the one that wants to talk about problems, so his own worries are for no one but him. So instead, he shrugs before clasping his hands together.]
Truthfully I've been better. But look on the bright side: we're on land now. No risks of falling overboard here.
[well it's not a lie, at least. Awkward moment on Jane's side or not, he's good at overcoming those awkward conversational lulls. Talking and getting other people to talk is his job, after all.]
And you? You and Pinkman been being good model citizens on their best behavior?
Yeah? Sorry to hear it.
[ Jane is genuine; she doesn't know what Saul has got going on, but she doesn't like hearing that he's apparently not doing great. It might be Hell, but someone deserves to be happy, right?
She can't figure out if he's trying to invite her to ask more, or if he's trying to change the subject with how quickly he redirects. When he talks about being on dry land again, it gets a grin out of her, and distracts her enough she's no longer mulling over whether or not to ask about his problems, even though she was the one that reached out. She also gives him a smirk and a half-shrug. ]
Can't throw anybody over either, though. That's a real shame. [ Okay, so Jane would never actually do anything like that. It still makes a good threat when someone is out of line! She's mostly joking though. When Saul asks about her and Jesse, Jane nervously toys with a strand of hair, winding it around her finger. ]
Me and Je...-- [ She opts for sarcasm over genuine vulnerability. ] Oh, we're great! Model citizens, mm-hmm! Didn't you hear? Lucifer is going to put us on Hell's Neighborhood Watch.
[ Jane stares down at the bar, a little unnerved by the vague suggestion of her own face, and Saul's beside her, reflected back at her in the shining, perfectly polished wood. ]
In fact, we're such good citizens, I got him turned into a werewolf. [ She does spare a glance directly at Saul now, scanning his face for any indication he might be judging her. This still isn't exactly what she's came to talk about either, but she's finding it surprisingly difficult to spit out the real reason she wanted to talk -- HELP. There's drugs everywhere and nothing but downtime and the temptation is pulling at me, yanking... ]
[ Jane is genuine; she doesn't know what Saul has got going on, but she doesn't like hearing that he's apparently not doing great. It might be Hell, but someone deserves to be happy, right?
She can't figure out if he's trying to invite her to ask more, or if he's trying to change the subject with how quickly he redirects. When he talks about being on dry land again, it gets a grin out of her, and distracts her enough she's no longer mulling over whether or not to ask about his problems, even though she was the one that reached out. She also gives him a smirk and a half-shrug. ]
Can't throw anybody over either, though. That's a real shame. [ Okay, so Jane would never actually do anything like that. It still makes a good threat when someone is out of line! She's mostly joking though. When Saul asks about her and Jesse, Jane nervously toys with a strand of hair, winding it around her finger. ]
Me and Je...-- [ She opts for sarcasm over genuine vulnerability. ] Oh, we're great! Model citizens, mm-hmm! Didn't you hear? Lucifer is going to put us on Hell's Neighborhood Watch.
[ Jane stares down at the bar, a little unnerved by the vague suggestion of her own face, and Saul's beside her, reflected back at her in the shining, perfectly polished wood. ]
In fact, we're such good citizens, I got him turned into a werewolf. [ She does spare a glance directly at Saul now, scanning his face for any indication he might be judging her. This still isn't exactly what she's came to talk about either, but she's finding it surprisingly difficult to spit out the real reason she wanted to talk -- HELP. There's drugs everywhere and nothing but downtime and the temptation is pulling at me, yanking... ]
[Sarcasm is comfortable and familiar for Saul, as well, so for him, it's not off putting that Jane defaults to that rather than being direct. It definitely tells him more about her personality than their previous interaction or any stories from Jesse might. If sarcasm is where she's most comfortable, he can absolutely meet her in that same realm.
But, werewolf. That's an unexpected one. He raises his eyebrows, visibly caught off guard by that. Sure, he's heard the stories around Mammon's domain, but stories are different than finding out someone he actually knows personally was affected.]
Can't say I'm an expert on werewolves, but I don't think that's how that works.
[He's sure there's more to why Jane reached out, he's not clueless, and he remembers what she asked when they first met on board the ship. But conversation always helps people feel more at ease, for better or for worse, and talking is something he's quite good at. He knows when to push, but for the moment, finding out about Jesse's newly found lycanthropy has his interest.]
Do they sell flea medicine for wolf men down here?
But, werewolf. That's an unexpected one. He raises his eyebrows, visibly caught off guard by that. Sure, he's heard the stories around Mammon's domain, but stories are different than finding out someone he actually knows personally was affected.]
Can't say I'm an expert on werewolves, but I don't think that's how that works.
[He's sure there's more to why Jane reached out, he's not clueless, and he remembers what she asked when they first met on board the ship. But conversation always helps people feel more at ease, for better or for worse, and talking is something he's quite good at. He knows when to push, but for the moment, finding out about Jesse's newly found lycanthropy has his interest.]
Do they sell flea medicine for wolf men down here?
Yeah, well, I didn't either. But that's Hell for you, I guess. Let me tell you. It's not as glamorous as the movies.
[ Jane shrugs, and gives a sigh, as if to say it what it is. She can't help thinking that somehow, this is maybe, partly, her fault in some way. She was the one who wanted to go looking for potion ingredients, after all. If it weren't for her, desperate to have something to do to keep her occupied to distract from...
The comment about wolf man flea medicine catches her off guard and interrupts her self-recriminatory thoughts. She stifles a grin and gives Saul a knowing, faux-serious expression. ]
Only flea collars.
[ She mimes putting a collar around her own neck with her hands. Double-entendre? Maybe! ]
That's new for Jesse, but I'll get him to like it after a while.
[ Jane shrugs, and gives a sigh, as if to say it what it is. She can't help thinking that somehow, this is maybe, partly, her fault in some way. She was the one who wanted to go looking for potion ingredients, after all. If it weren't for her, desperate to have something to do to keep her occupied to distract from...
The comment about wolf man flea medicine catches her off guard and interrupts her self-recriminatory thoughts. She stifles a grin and gives Saul a knowing, faux-serious expression. ]
Only flea collars.
[ She mimes putting a collar around her own neck with her hands. Double-entendre? Maybe! ]
That's new for Jesse, but I'll get him to like it after a while.
[That's absolutely something he's going to file away for later, in case it fits some off color quip he might need to make at Jesse later on. For now, it gets amused grin out of him. Jane's quick with her comebacks, and he can more than appreciate someone who can hold their own like that.]
So is this a permanent thing for him, or is it like a 24-hour flu?
[Which is to say, is he better yet, or what. If there were extreme risks involved, he gets the feeling she wouldn't be so eager to joke about flea collars and the neighborhood watch.]
Might need to invest in lint rollers if Pinkman's going to be sprouting fur once a month.
So is this a permanent thing for him, or is it like a 24-hour flu?
[Which is to say, is he better yet, or what. If there were extreme risks involved, he gets the feeling she wouldn't be so eager to joke about flea collars and the neighborhood watch.]
Might need to invest in lint rollers if Pinkman's going to be sprouting fur once a month.
[ Jane glances at the demon in the kitchen and back at Saul, as if to say What's taking so long? before he gets a grin with the lint roller joke. She says, lightly: ]
Oh, psssch. Don't worry. He's all better now.
[ Turns out, being a werewolf doesn't need to be a permanent condition with the right potions. Jane takes a deep breath, growing a little more serious. She's distracted from the reason she wanted to see him in the first place for long enough. ]
Hey, Saul? Can I ask you something personal? [ Immediately uncomfortable with the vulnerability she just expressed, Jane lapses back into joking again. ] 'Cause like, I know that's not an awkward thing to say at all, or whatever.
Oh, psssch. Don't worry. He's all better now.
[ Turns out, being a werewolf doesn't need to be a permanent condition with the right potions. Jane takes a deep breath, growing a little more serious. She's distracted from the reason she wanted to see him in the first place for long enough. ]
Hey, Saul? Can I ask you something personal? [ Immediately uncomfortable with the vulnerability she just expressed, Jane lapses back into joking again. ] 'Cause like, I know that's not an awkward thing to say at all, or whatever.
[He is still going to pick up lint rollers, just in case being extra hairy is a permanent change, even with the lycanthropy apparently cured. You can never be too safe, especially when apparently being a werewolf can just be cured like it's no big deal. He has concerns here, okay.
But as he suspected, Jesse's furry problem isn't what she wanted to talk about, not entirely. Not that he's not glad to know about it, though. He props his elbows up on the table, clasping his hands together in front of him, ready to hear what's bothering her.]
Hey, awkward is going to the courthouse to plead for forgiveness on behalf of a repeated public masturbator. You'll have to work hard to top some of the people I've dealt with.
[Which is to say, go ahead and ask, he'll figure out how to respond when he knows what the issue is.]
But as he suspected, Jesse's furry problem isn't what she wanted to talk about, not entirely. Not that he's not glad to know about it, though. He props his elbows up on the table, clasping his hands together in front of him, ready to hear what's bothering her.]
Hey, awkward is going to the courthouse to plead for forgiveness on behalf of a repeated public masturbator. You'll have to work hard to top some of the people I've dealt with.
[Which is to say, go ahead and ask, he'll figure out how to respond when he knows what the issue is.]
[ Jane laughs a little, but it's a hollow, small laugh. She doesn't even need to open her mouth for it; it's more like forcing a little bit of uneven air out through her nose.
But she guesses there's no way forward now except to bite the bullet. It's too late to just bail and run out the door, which is what she really wants to do. Nervously, Jane starts to play with her hair, still avoiding eye contact. ]
So. Like. You remember what we talked about on the boat, right? [ More hair twirling! ] Have you ever been addicted to anything, Saul?
But she guesses there's no way forward now except to bite the bullet. It's too late to just bail and run out the door, which is what she really wants to do. Nervously, Jane starts to play with her hair, still avoiding eye contact. ]
So. Like. You remember what we talked about on the boat, right? [ More hair twirling! ] Have you ever been addicted to anything, Saul?
[There are probably dozens of therapists or even casual acquaintances of his who could say Jimmy has his own issues with addiction, albeit to scams instead of any substance. And Saul as he is now isn't exactly squeaky clean. Alcohol, prescriptions, and sex workers have been a vital part of getting by as Saul Goodman before everything got too hot and he had to spend far too much of his time cleaning up Walt's messes while worrying about his own safety.
But talking about his issues? Who needs to do that, not Saul. So instead--]
Who among us hasn't had their struggles?
[Vague enough and conversational enough to pass, right? Right.]
You know what sort of clients I work for, right? I've been around it enough to get it.
But talking about his issues? Who needs to do that, not Saul. So instead--]
Who among us hasn't had their struggles?
[Vague enough and conversational enough to pass, right? Right.]
You know what sort of clients I work for, right? I've been around it enough to get it.
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