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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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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?]

Cute? [This is a date, so a table is more private. He orders his with a little whiskey mixed in. Hopefully their drinks won't get mixed up.] Cute how?

We're drinking the same thing. [ She amends: ] Almost the same. [ Because yes, she did catch that little addition. ]

[He blinks. Oh. She finds that kind of thing cute, huh? A grin returns.]

So you'd like it even better if we had matching outfits too.

...Hmm. I don't know how well you could pull off pink... [Amused and not taking that at all seriously.]

Are you kidding? I look totally badass, even in pink.

Good, because I'm not changing. [She shakes her head like the very thought is ridiculous.]

Not even for me? I'm hurt. [He even puts on a pouty face.]

Nope! [ She spreads her hands, palms-up. ] Tried it once, and I'm not doing it again.

[ Technically she is still wearing pink so that is a bit more than "try", but... yeah he doesn't need to hear that.]

Matching outfits is a little too much, anyway.

You're probably right.

[At which point their adorable matching drinks arrive.]

So, matching beverages it is.

Cheers. [ A joking tap of the glass and then she sips on her own and--that is not smoothie. Not just smoothie.

So that's what whiskey tastes like. She carefully unworks the face she made. ] I found yours! [Swapping those glasses around.]

[Jack almost laughs at seeing her face blanch like that.]

What's wrong, you don't like it?

[She's still moving her mouth a bit experimentally after that. Weiiiird taste. At least it was mixed in, though--and she takes a good drink of her own smoothie to wash it down.] I don't drink. So no, whiskey's not really my taste.

Not at all? You don't like the taste or would it be philosophical reasons?

[But hey, Jack will go ahead and have some of his own. He doesn't mind the taste at all.]

More practical. [She shrugs her shoulders lightly.] Getting drunk can get you in trouble and it costs extra money back home. I didn't see a reason to try it.

Well it's free here and trouble can be avoided with responsible friends. [He tilts his head, waiting to see if she has a better answer.]

Lightning's not one for bars either. [Light is her responsible friend.] And Zack and Buffy work here, which is a little different. I suppose we could come when it's not their shift, but... it's just a habit I've never gotten into.

What's wrong if Buffy and Zack are here? They're responsible. [That just means Jack can drink too.]

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