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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]

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.

[tacticalvisor]

[How do you shrug over emotional-thought-crystal? Well, 'Morrison' does. And this is where he can fall back on what part of it was a joke, not caring much any way or the other.

Except maybe, maybe, there's something else to it. Which he does see after a few moments, and broaches calmly;]

I'll tell Ana when we figure it out. [Implication; so if something happens again, she'll be ready. It's not a threat or a distrust, just being safe.

Right?]

[gr1m]

Fine.

[Short, very short, with nothing else with it.

Could have been easy to take offence, to add 'I won't feed off your emotions again, I've got it under control.' in some snappish way but

nothing.]

[tacticalvisor]

[To which he'd point out that they're plenty capable of kicking each other's asses and that having someone they both trust on standby serves another purpose.

But he doesn't. Because he knows it's not just that, and he's just ignoring it. But he'll continue to go along with that, for now.]

Couple days?

[gr1m]

[Someone one of them trusts, and it wasn't Reaper who did. Trusted the omnic more than he trusted Ana these days.

Hell, trusted a few people more than he trust Ana or Jack these days.

All of it goes unsaid, no bit of emotion going through.]

Couple days is fine with me.

Same place?

[tacticalvisor]

[He still let Ana take him to the warehouse.

He still listened to Ana when she told him to stay there.

Seems to 76 that there's some trust, there, or maybe something deeper but no less strong.]

Same place.

[And then, in perhaps a vain attempt to lighten the mood;]

Loser pays for the next night at the bar.

[gr1m]

Maybe you'll have a better chance at winning this bet.

[tacticalvisor]

You feeling generous?

[gr1m]

You feel like you've enough coin saved up?

[tacticalvisor]

[has writing a check his ass couldn't cash ever stopped him before]

Wouldn't have offered if I didn't.

[gr1m]

[n o p e.]

You're on then.