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She tilts her head to one side slightly. "You're weird, you know that? I mean, I don't mind, because who am I to talk." She laughs and glances up when the door opens. And then her smile...well, it doesn't disappear, but it definitely goes dimmer. "Huh, a pair." | She tilts her head to one side slightly. "You're weird, you know that? I mean, I don't mind, because who am I to talk." She laughs and glances up when the door opens. And then her smile...well, it doesn't disappear, but it definitely goes dimmer. "Huh, a pair." | ||
Double-take is right. Vorpal- to Jack's eyes, anyway- is... concerning. He's waltzing around with the same deeply impressive level of inherent power that the Crowns bear, but he's not one of those long-established members of the Changeling community. He's been here all of two years, and- while he's somehow managed to scrape his Wyrd lower in that time, he's still unsettling to be around- there's more Faerie than Person there. At least Jack understands why there's crumbly dry leaves on the otherwise pristine floor now. "You've no idea," quips V, chomping at his pickle again. She grins when she laughs- that was the intended reaction, after all- and leans back in his chair to follow her gaze. She drops her own quip, and he waves, upside down. "Hey, what's up, other-Jack?" An easy guess from her joke. "You here for the pickles, too?" | Double-take is right. Vorpal- to Jack's eyes, anyway- is... <i>concerning</i>. He's waltzing around with the same deeply impressive level of inherent power that the Crowns bear, but he's not one of those long-established members of the Changeling community. He's been here all of two years, and- while he's somehow managed to <i>scrape his Wyrd lower in that time</i>, he's still unsettling to be around- there's more Faerie than Person there. At least Jack understands why there's crumbly dry leaves on the otherwise pristine floor now. "You've no idea," quips V, chomping at his pickle again. She grins when she laughs- that was the intended reaction, after all- and leans back in his chair to follow her gaze. She drops her own quip, and he waves, upside down. "Hey, what's up, other-Jack?" An easy guess from her joke. "You here for the pickles, too?" | ||
"No, he's first-Jack, you're other-Jack, sorry." She snorts softly. | "No, he's first-Jack, you're other-Jack, sorry." She snorts softly. | ||
Jack upnods at her and goes to order, and then...kinda hovers awkwardly with his bagged sandwich and chips. "Hey, Janey." He finally says. To another changeling, he looks like someone drew his rough outline in soft charcoal, and then didn't bother to color inside the lines. "I'd be kinda a little insulted, if it was the other way around. You...mind if I sit?" He eyes Jane, in a hey, is this dude alright with you? way. | Jack upnods at her and goes to order, and then...kinda hovers awkwardly with his bagged sandwich and chips. "Hey, Janey." He finally says. To another changeling, he looks like someone drew his rough outline in soft charcoal, and then didn't bother to color inside the lines. "I'd be kinda a little insulted, if it was the other way around. You...mind if I sit?" He eyes Jane, in a <i>hey, is this dude alright with you?</i> way. | ||
Vorpal's got some visual similarity, though he's got more shadows than charcoal. And he does have a lot of shadows. Those accenting his form are deep, and those around his eyes swallow them, leaving tiny gleams to confirm there's still eyes in there. But his actual shadow? He's got... well, it looks like something close to a half dozen of those, splayed out like he's been caught in six floodlamps or something. One of them waves at Jack. "What?! Who says I have to be other-Jack?! I've been- ... okay, so I haven't actually been Jack all that long and the logic sticks but rude." He doesn't seem even remotely offended. "I'm cool if he has a seat- your call, Jane." He's getting real glad all these acquaintances ID which J they knows her by in the first few seconds. It's convenient. | Vorpal's got some visual similarity, though he's got more shadows than charcoal. And he does have a lot of shadows. Those accenting his form are deep, and those around his eyes swallow them, leaving tiny gleams to confirm there's still eyes in there. But his actual shadow? He's got... well, it looks like something close to a half dozen of those, splayed out like he's been caught in six floodlamps or something. One of them waves at Jack. "What?! Who says I have to be other-Jack?! I've been- ... okay, so I haven't actually been Jack all that long and the logic sticks but <i>rude</i>." He doesn't seem even remotely offended. "I'm cool if he has a seat- your call, Jane." He's getting real glad all these acquaintances ID which J they knows her by in the first few seconds. It's convenient. | ||
"He's been Jack long enough, but also he's my twin brother." She glances up at the non-Vorpal Jack and nods. "Come on over. It's been a while, I guess. How's...your...theater stuff? Are you still doing that?" | "He's been Jack long enough, but also he's my twin brother." She glances up at the non-Vorpal Jack and nods. "Come on over. It's been a while, I guess. How's...your...theater stuff? Are you still doing that?" | ||
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"We did drinks after Nutcracker, 2018, but not Carol." | "We did drinks after Nutcracker, 2018, but not Carol." | ||
"Right. Ah yeah, it can be hard to find time to get together with a job like this." Theater work is the best excuse for not having time for people. "So - sorry," he turns to the other Jack. "You're Jack, but...what d'you do?" Time to change the subject. | "Right. Ah yeah, it can be hard to find time to get together with a job like this." Theater work is the <i>best</i> excuse for not having time for people. "So - sorry," he turns to the other Jack. "You're Jack, but...what d'you do?" Time to change the subject. | ||
"Well, normally I'm a self defense instructor, but there's not as much of a market for it in town as I'd like, so. I mostly do odd jobs. Not too great for cultivating a wealth of... uh... wealth," he admits, clearing his throat. "But it's awesome for having plenty of free time on my hands. So to speak!" | "Well, normally I'm a self defense instructor, but there's not as much of a market for it in town as I'd like, so. I mostly do odd jobs. Not too great for cultivating a wealth of... uh... wealth," he admits, clearing his throat. "But it's awesome for having plenty of free time on my hands. So to speak!" | ||
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Jack nods, as if he understands something, until he sees Jane's face. "What sort of trouble're you causing? Or solving," he adds with a smile. It's almost teasing. Almost. | Jack nods, as if he understands something, until he sees Jane's face. "What sort of trouble're you causing? Or solving," he adds with a smile. It's almost teasing. Almost. | ||
"Hey, I am not any kind of trouble in any kind of way, anywhere, ever." Bullshit. | "Hey, I am not any kind of trouble in any kind of way, anywhere, ever." <strike>Bullshit.</strike> | ||
"Methinks the lady doth protest too much - I wasn't even talking to you." The teasing comes easily, a throwback to more congenial times, probably. | "Methinks the lady doth protest too much - I wasn't even talking to you." The teasing comes easily, a throwback to more congenial times, probably. | ||
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She sticks her tongue out at him, then catches herself, stops...and her attention returns to her sandwich. | She sticks her tongue out at him, then catches herself, stops...and her attention returns to her sandwich. | ||
V fixes Jack with a brief you know damn well I'm trying not to talk about what kinda trouble I solve, kid look. You know- one of those "please stop shoving me close to talking about Our Shit around the humies" glances. "Oh, you know. The sort that lends credence to your ability to teach others to defend themselves. Hanging around bars until scumbags think it's safe to start dragging too-drunk co-eds to unsavory places, stuff like that." He sighs dramatically. "As it happens, too-drunk co-eds really don't make for very good testimonials on account of usually being... uh... too drunk, but. Good deed's a good deed, right?" He looks between the two, catches the tongue, blinks at the odd termination. | V fixes Jack with a brief <code>you know damn well I'm trying not to talk about what kinda trouble I solve, kid</code> look. You know- one of those "please stop shoving me close to talking about Our Shit around the humies" glances. "Oh, you know. The sort that lends credence to your ability to teach others to defend themselves. Hanging around bars until scumbags think it's safe to start dragging too-drunk co-eds to unsavory places, stuff like that." He sighs dramatically. "As it happens, too-drunk co-eds really don't make for very good testimonials on account of usually being... uh... too drunk, but. Good deed's a good deed, right?" He looks between the two, catches the tongue, blinks at the odd termination. | ||
Jack catches the look and returns with a fucking no duh one of his own. "So solving trouble by starting more, different kinds of trouble." He chuckles. | Jack catches the look and returns with a <code>fucking no duh</code> one of his own. "So solving trouble by starting more, different kinds of trouble." He chuckles. | ||
Jane glances between the two men quietly, now, as she nibbles Vorpal's her pickle. | Jane glances between the two men quietly, now, as she nibbles <strike>Vorpal's</strike> her pickle. | ||
"Eh, that's fair! You know, trouble mover. Take trouble from an undeserving source, relocate it to a much more deserving one. Like the cause of the original!" Vorpal nods sagely. "That's how ya do it." | "Eh, that's fair! You know, trouble mover. Take trouble from an undeserving source, relocate it to a much more deserving one. Like the cause of the original!" Vorpal nods sagely. "That's how ya do it." | ||
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"And yet, you're the one who tried to join the Army." | "And yet, you're the one who tried to join the Army." | ||
"Did join." His voice is sharp, it's a sore subject. "Seemed like the best option at the time." | "<i>Did</i> join." His voice is sharp, it's a sore subject. "Seemed like the best option at the time." | ||
"Hey, if she got her fightin' genes from you, I hope you got something fucking great in return, cuz -man.- She got plenty." | "Hey, if she got her fightin' genes from you, I hope you got something fucking great in return, cuz -man.- She got plenty." | ||
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"Fundie Christian, with all that entails. She and Uncle Joe raised us, after our parents died. Which was hell on earth, you know." | "Fundie Christian, with all that entails. She and Uncle Joe raised us, after our parents died. Which was hell on earth, you know." | ||
"Honestly, the Army was only slightly worse than their place." Jack grimaces. "She tried to call me last week, she's got a new phone apparently so I hadn't blocked the number yet." | "Honestly, the Army was only <i>slightly</i> worse than their place." Jack grimaces. "She tried to call me last week, she's got a new phone apparently so I hadn't blocked the number yet." | ||
"Fuck. Do you have the number so I can block her pre-emptively? She usually goes for lecturing you about you-know before hitting me." | "Fuck. Do you have the number so I can block her pre-emptively? She usually goes for lecturing you about you-know before hitting me." | ||
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"Yeah, lemme..." He pulls his phone out and shows her the number. "She left a message, only reason I know it was her. Literally the first word made me want to throw my phone across the room." | "Yeah, lemme..." He pulls his phone out and shows her the number. "She left a message, only reason I know it was her. Literally the first word made me want to throw my phone across the room." | ||
She pulls out her phone to block the number displayed. "Thanks. And...fuck, I'd probably have actually thrown it." | She pulls out her phone to block the number displayed. "Thanks. And...fuck, I'd probably have <i>actually</i> thrown it." | ||
"I know you would've." | "I know <i>you</i> would've." | ||
"Yikes." V grimaces. "Fundie? That-" He gives Jane A Look. "- must have been really, really awful. I'm sorry you had to grow up like that." | "Yikes." V grimaces. "Fundie? That-" He gives Jane A Look. "- must have been really, really awful. I'm sorry you had to grow up like that." | ||
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Jack's eyebrows twitch upward. "...You training again?" | Jack's eyebrows twitch upward. "...You training again?" | ||
"I mean. It's better to stay fit than not, right? I'm still not planning to go professional, but working with a friend to stay in shape..." This has a definite undertone of panicked excuse. My dog ate my homework. I need to take care of my sick grandma. | "I mean. It's better to stay fit than not, right? I'm still not planning to go professional, but working with a friend to stay in shape..." This has a definite undertone of panicked excuse. <i>My dog ate my homework. I need to take care of my sick grandma.</i> | ||
"...Uh-huh." And Jack sees through it. But he leaves it at that, and takes a bite of his sandwich. | "...Uh-huh." And Jack sees through it. But he leaves it at that, and takes a bite of his sandwich. |
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