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[wouldnotkindly]

So, yesterday... [Jack looks significantly better than the last time he showed up on the network, but today he looks ill at ease. He doesn't seem to have gotten much sleep in the time since, either.] That was supposed to be our fathers haunting us, right?

I guess the City has a loose definition of what counts as a father. [A man who built a city at the bottom of the sea. A conman who sometimes called him boyo.] Either that or it couldn't pick just one.

[Then he sighs tiredly and drags a hand over his face.] Would've been better if it didn't even try. But that's too much to ask, isn't it?

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[hatedbyfanboys]

I agree with you full heartedly.

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[wouldnotkindly]

It'd be nice if the deities did, too.

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[hatedbyfanboys]

Well, they lack hearts so...

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[wouldnotkindly]

I'm not surprised.

[Really, he's not. The tone in his voice is more resigned than anything else.]

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[hatedbyfanboys]

At least that's what I think, considering the curses they pull.. and how we're all stuck here.

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[wouldnotkindly]

Does that really make them heartless, or is it just that they want something from us? [If not both, which he doesn't doubt.]

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[hatedbyfanboys]

They want to make us miserable is what it seems like.

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[wouldnotkindly]

[He sighs.] That's even less surprising.

Not sure if that stunt yesterday really made me miserable so much as it did...angry. [So angry.]

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[hatedbyfanboys]

I was pretty ticked myself.

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[wouldnotkindly]

I don't know if "ticked" really begins to cover it.

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[hatedbyfanboys]

I was putting it... mildly.

[rudeandginger]

See something interesting?

[wouldnotkindly]

[There's a pause as Jack considers whether to actually tell him or not.]

Depends on what you'd consider interesting. [Which is meant sincerely in that he has believes interesting is a more difficult condition to meet for Turlough than most others.]

[rudeandginger]

You could always try me.

[wouldnotkindly]

[He supposes that's fair.]

Two men who tried to kill me. One who was my biological father, and... [He pauses, not really sure how to concisely explain.] And one who was responsible for everything else in my life.

[rudeandginger]

I'm assuming this isn't the 'loving and caring' type of responsibility.

[wouldnotkindly]

No. [That comes out a bit more adamantly than he intended, and his voice softens when he continues.] No... Absolutely not.

[rudeandginger]

So what did they do?

[wouldnotkindly]

[Where does he even begin?

He starts to speak, stops, and seems to think better of it.]

I... I'd rather talk about it in person. [He's not sure if he minds Turlough knowing the extent of it, but that doesn't mean he wants it aired to the public.]

[rudeandginger]

If you insist. Do you have any food in the house?

[wouldnotkindly]

Yeah, of course I do. [Though he's not exactly much of a cook, so don't expect him to make anything. He has more of a specialty with liquor these days, anyway.]

[rudeandginger]

[Suits him just fine, as long as there's something to eat. He's not picky, not after boarding school.]

Alright, I won't be long.

[wouldnotkindly]

All right.

[And in the meantime, he's going to break into some of that liquor. Not too much; just enough to provide the liquid courage he needs to talk about himself, what with all he's recently learned.]

[rudeandginger]

[He doesn't knock, as usual.]

Starting without me?

[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack is only a little surprised this time.]

Uh. [He briefly glances down, then offers Turlough the bottle.] Sorry.