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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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[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.

What, and now you're not? Now I am hurt.

Hm. [She clasps her hands behind her back before looking at him again.] If it really is sore, it's probably just the memory. Sometimes they stick a little too well.

It's a really sad memory. I feel terrible about it and everything. [Fishing for sympathy? Why yes. He looks convincingly distressed.]

...

[Convincing enough for someone who's died herself...?]

Well, now it's time to forget it! We're going to have fun here. You're alive again, and you didn't lose anything too important.

[Either way, it's Aerith he's talking to.]

[Jack has died TWICE. He's totally winning here, okay. He laughs at her upbeat attitude though.]

That's what I like to hear. So, shall we? [Here's the bar, so he'll let her in first.]

[She might be catching up on that...]

Let's do it. [Oh, he can be a gentleman. She moves inside the door.] What are you getting? I think I'll have a nice, cool smoothie.

[Of course he can. Just because he doesn't always act this way doesn't mean he can't.]

We'll make it a double, that sounds good to me. [Though maybe he'll mix something extra in his. Loosen things up.]

Cute. [They're drinking the same thing~ So they place their order and get seats. Table, or barside?]

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