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Ch. 8 - The Death and Return of Jack of Fables

[The moment Jack woke up, somewhere out in the woods, his eyes shot open and he reached for his chest, expecting to find a sword sticking out of it. But there wasn't one. More than that, he could see that his fingers... well, he had fingers. No claws. He felt his face and the familiar stubble was there, as was his long hair, and he quickly determined he had a chest and a feet and his Happy Stick is there and not... scaly.

Whew. Load off his mind. It also proves that people really DO revive in Luceti. But he also knows that people LOSE things when they die. The first thing he does is find something sharp enough to cut himself on. He's pleased to see it quickly heal up, nearly instantly, as if the wound had never been there at all. He then finds a boulder and throws it, proving he is indeed super strong still. So he had his looks and power again... but what about his loot? He'd have to go back to the cave later and see if those bastards that killed him hadn't stolen it all.

... thought he wasn't sure if he should bother. Last thing he wanted to do was risk dragon-ing it up again.

So he takes a long, lonely hike to the village and returns home. He grabs a nice button up shirt, a black sports coat and slacks to toss on. So he'd died twice now. Neither time took. And he was looking as good as ever. Now just as long as he didn't turn into a dragon again, he was A-OK.

So the first thing he does is go to the journals.]

[Voice]

Looks like I'm back to the land of the living and I ain't a dragon anymore. How is it that death is the cure for so many afflictions? First order of business - any women out there wanting a roll in the hay? It's been months since I had any. We can make it as romantic as you like, suits me just fine.

Oh. Guess I owe an apology towards certain individuals for any injuries I may have caused during that scuffle. But in my defense? You guys killed me. So don't expect me to feel too guilty about that.

Thirdly... thirdly... I need some cigarettes and a beer. And some painkillers. I also think I've got on hell of a case of phantom limb going here after losing those extra wings... and the tail.

Oh yeah, anyone seen a tiny blue cow running around? I lost track of the thing a few weeks ago.

[Yeah, screw the journal, he's going to the bar to smoke and drink. If he can't have some sex, this will just have to do.]

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[Should he feel bad that he's apparently getting a pity date tossed at him?

.... nah.]

Tonight? Looks like I'll have to break out my best suit. [A date with no lead up to sex? This is going to be a challenge.]

Tonight! No reason to put off a little fun. Unless that's too little time for you to decide where we're going.

Trust me, that's more than all the time I need. Should I come pick you up at your place, eight o'clock?

Sure!

--Oh, wait. [Yeeeeees. She definitely needs to think about this more.] No, it's probably better if... I'll come meet you, okay?

Alright, I got my old place back, so you can just meet me there.

Okay. See you later~ [She'll be there at 8 and knock on the door, though she's also checking out the neighbors that have moved in. Her dress is nicer than the usual and a bit flirty, but she doesn't look too different from normal.]

[Jack isn't dressing too fancily either. Just some that's not too casual and a step up from the T-Shirt and jeans he often wears. As for new neighbors? There's just Saber and she's laid up at the clinic, so it's pretty empty here. When he opens the door, he gives one of his classic smirks and quickly eyes her up.]

Well you're looking fine.

[It's a bit relieving to see the floor so empty, actually--that means there's not too many New Feathers, right?

And that look is telling her she was right to not go on the too-flirty side, though she's in a playful mood and lets it slide with a little headtilt. Eyes up heeere, but he was pretty quick getting there.]

You're not looking too bad yourself. So, where to?

[He knows where to keep his eyes.

He steps out, shutting the door behind him. He starts moving down the hallway, stopping only to be sure she follows and keeps up.]

I figure we'll start out at something simple. All Spirits seems like a good place.

[She's hesitant for a second--Zack isn't in the house--but then she remembers he said he wasn't working today. This is spur-of-the-moment, lighthearted fun, and they don't need any awkwardness or anyone thinking it's serious when it's not. But if Zack isn't there, it'll be okay.]

Good Spirits is great. Buffy's got a handy touch with the strawberry mixes. ...Do you and her get along?

[After all, she knows Buffy wasn't thrilled by Jack's "all-guys" post. Well, who would be? But that was months ago and if he wants to go to Good Spirits for a date, he wouldn't be having problems with one of its bartenders, right?]

[Well he and Buffy WERE married just before all that dragon business. And yet...]

We've patched things up. She snarks at me and I don't get all upset about it. Seems to be a healthy relationship.

Snark, huh? [She raises an eyebrow.] You and I have different kinds of relationships!

[Well, maybe she'll hear from Buffy about it later.]

What, with Buffy? Course we do. Unless she's been doing girls and not telling anyone.

[If only he knew about Wonder Woman...]

Jack! That's just rude--

[aaaaaand watch her face when she catches up with what the implication of what he said. or the way she nearly trips over her own feet. Buffy didn't tell her that much about experiment tricks.]

Oh, gosh. You didn't.

...You and Buffy, really?

Right before all that dragon business, remember? We were married. Happily. Had a kid, even.

[She opens her mouth--something about how those were just fake memories--before considering that people were acting on those fake memories, and.

Oh my.

She's not going to say anything on that.]

Who was it? The kid.

[They acted on them a LOT.]

Winry Rockbell. You know her?

Don't think so. Should I? ...She's really a kid, right? The ages seemed to be all over the place.

I think she's eighteen-ish? Hard to tell.

Too old to be Buffy's kid... [There's a small sideglance at Jack because sometimes she can't believe he's really THAT old.]

Then again, we don't have a lot of young kids here. I'm counting that as a good thing.

...You're sure everything's okay? I mean, you went from married man to dragon up 'til now.

Oh, I'm fine. Although...

[He rubs at his chest where he was stabbed.] It is kind of sore here still. Funny that.

[She stops in her walking for a few seconds, turning fully to him.] Didn't you keep your healing ability? Do you need someone to take a look at it? [She WILL derail this date into a check up, mister.]

Maybe. Will you kiss it better? [Yeah. He has his healing ability. And he's fine. But can you blame him for trying? (Probably.)]

[Probably? Definitely.]

...Oh! [She shoves his shoulder and turns away, shaking her head.] And here I was really worried for a minute.

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