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[tacticalvisor]

For network, messenger bird, or other such IC contact. Also works for actionspam as needed.

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[tacticalvisor]

Honestly?

The most surprising thing about this is the fact you're not prefixing that with 'Dark'. [you know. dark knight. edgelord]

[gr1m]

Hey, I had dinner with her afterward. She invited me to dinner.

... I don't think I could call myself a Dark Knight with her knighting me.

[what is this.]

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[tacticalvisor]

You went out to dinner with someone after she knighted you.

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[tacticalvisor]

Is this entire conversation about you announcing you got a girlfriend?

[gr1m]

Why? Jealous?



No. I can say she cooks a mean pie for someone her age.

[tacticalvisor]

No. [Annoyed, maybe. Why is any of this happening in the middle of the night.

Fuck it, he's getting up since he's probably not going to get back to sleep. Maybe grab something to eat.]

...Maybe of the pie.

[gr1m]

Why would you even ask? You know what? I don't care, nevermind. [Wasn't any of Jack's business anyway if he did- Why would he date anyone here? Most were teenagers or still too young for his tastes.]

I haven't had a home cooked meal like that in years, honestly.

She's also like- 14? 15? I'm old enough to be her grandfather or something.

Lives with someone named Ariel who can't be much older than her, but hell she runs a pretty nice bakery here.

[tacticalvisor]

Look, this place is screwy enough, I could actually believe it happening, all right? [LAY OFF, REYES. It was just a question and you're awfully defensive. Thank god the answer is 'no' though because there's robbing the cradle and there's jesus christ.

Though, hey.]

I know Ariel. She doin' all right?

[gr1m]

You could believe me dating someone. [FUCK OFF, MORRISON. You're the one who asked like an annoyed jackass.]

Far as I could tell. Snow and her do well for themselves. Good kids.

[tacticalvisor]

I could believe someone putting up with your bullshit. [Asshole. Even if he is, without missing a beat, continuing;] Where's the bakery?

[gr1m]

Fuck you, Morrison. [He says that but it's more amused than annoyed.]

Around the square. Sweeties Pies. Don't ask for anything containing apples, she's a phobia.

[tacticalvisor]

You wish. [and huh.] Odd thing to be afraid of. [Though the feeling that comes with it isn't judgmental; phobias are pretty irrational as they are, he's just familiar with ones that are about. You know. Snakes'n shit.]

[gr1m]

You're the one who asked if I was dating someone.

Yeah. Even so, makes a mean cherry pie. Custard pies, you name it.

[tacticalvisor]

You wake me up in the middle of the fucking night to talk about going to dinner with someone. [He's allowed to jump to conclusions when he's still not caught up. At least he has coffee now, dammit. ]

I'll take a look sometime. When normal people are awake.

[gr1m]

I woke you up in the middle of the fucking night to tell you I got knighted by a princess. [Then it just went into some other conversation.]

It's only open when normal people are awake. Good thing, huh?

[tacticalvisor]

You then elaborated with dinner and- princess? [Seriously?] That's it, kingdom's doomed.

[He's joking. Mostly. Though to be completely honest, Reyes - Reaper - as a bodyguard would be a pretty effective one, and if you assume she 'knighted' him because of that...]

Amazing how that works. It looks that most people can wait until morning to share news.

[gr1m]

Uh huh. I was always a pretty effective sword in the shadows, you can't deny that. [Not even mad, strangely.

Of course the roll of eyes was probably felt-]

Most people sleep as well, as I re-call. Dead don't sleep, we terrorize the living.

[tacticalvisor]

[There's a long pause- and then,] Too effective. [It's neutral, because...yeah, he was good. He just went...

Out of control? Too far? Somewhere Jack isn't willing to think about right now, so he steers his thoughts to the vague mental image of an eye-roll.]

Not many to terrorize here, o Death.

[gr1m]

[Doing. His. Job.

But at least he seems to drop the subject without a second thought of it.]

Then don't wonder why you get to hear from me so early in the morning.

Death haunting one old ghost with random chatter.

[tacticalvisor]

This old ghost was getting used to sleeping through. [The night, that is. But he's already going through his day, will probably work out a bit to keep himself from getting rusty and...]

Been a while since we had a spar.

[Again, that neutral, carefully emotionless tone. Keeping his own thoughts out of it.]

[gr1m]

One night out of several weeks isn't going to kill you, old man. [Because he had been leaving Jack be for a while, keeping more to himself and just.

... Living? Really, he wondered what the hell he was doing here.]

Has been.

[Not since the last time, hadn't entertained the thought. Even if it had been accidental didn't expect it to be brought up again.]

[tacticalvisor]

[Well, it has been. And the response seems just as neutral, which doesn't give him anything to go off of in terms of what Reaper thinks about it. Physically, he lets out a breath, running a hand through his thinning hair.]

Well, if you ever feel like trying to show off to your princess, let me know.

[There. That's fair, right?]

[gr1m]

Oh my god. [Flat and dry.

So very, very flat and dry.]

I'd rather spar just to keep us both in shape.

[tacticalvisor]

Look, I wasn't joking. [Not completely, anyway.] I'm assuming she knighted you for some reason, so if she know she can count on you to bail her out of something, so much the better.

But I'm fine without spectators. [Better, maybe. Two SEP going all out - their, ah, personal talents aside, could be a hell of a show and not always for the faint-of-heart.]

[gr1m]

I don't think she's the type who would want to watch, Morrison. [Maybe in the old days he'd have wanted to put on a show, when the both of them were younger and it was all in fun. Let off a little steam, maybe, but then they'd still been friends.

Now was different.]

So am I.