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[img] https://fontmeme.com/permalink/240301/afc2e4e091f5e77155a2bde75504f79e.png[/img][/center][right][b]Interactions: Sloane, [@Atrophy] Kenshiro, Greyson [@AtomicEmperor][/b] [/right][right][b][code]The House on the Hill[/code][/b][/right][hr]

Jack allowed Greyson to beam the images of his proof into his mind. Perhaps there was a possibility that he’d do something strange to Jack’s head- Something he surmised would be a challenge- but Jack didn’t feel [i]that[/i] unsure of Greyson’s loyalties. He was always a snake, but he was always [i]their[/i] snake. So he paid close attention to the details.

Meetings with 8th Street, Blake Schmidt’s face, Kari’s notes being [i]magically[/i] incapable of translation. Good starting points, all of it. 

[color=6644ff]”You’ve improved since the old days,”[/color] Jack commented towards Greyson’s display. [color=6644ff]”I believe you.”[/color]

[quote]
[color=7B81B3]"Why, so someone else can get their hands on her notes to sell for profit? I know the ways of your bōryokudan; you'll not convince me of your good intentions without assurances on your [i]life[/i] that those notes will remain confidential and out of your reach!"[/color]
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[color=6644ff]”Kenshiro,”[/color] Jack turned and looked him directly in the eyes. [color=6644ff]”If anyone has a chance of translating those notes, would it not be you? Your closeness to Kari puts you in an advantageous position, does it not? We can recover the notes and translate them ourselves.”[/color]

Greyson and Tayla claimed that Luna could be trusted. Between the two of them, it wasn’t hard to tell what Luba was thinking. 

[color=6644ff]”Fine,”[/color] he said. [color=6644ff]”If-“[/color]

The door flew open, and Jack almost tore Sully’s head off as he came in shouting like a fucking [i]cowboy.[/i] Something about that made Jack’s skin crawl for a second as his face scrunched up in a copious lack of amusement. And then he fuckimg [i]threw[/i] the Chalice at Sloane, who didn’t catch it. Jack beat down the urge to shout at him, and just picked the magic cup off of the floor as Sully came in blasting people with the healing elixir from water guns. 

[color=6644ff][sub]”Second chances. Second chances,”[/sub][/color] he muttered to himself.

And then, Jack tried to change the subject back to something that wasn’t [i]that.[/i] [color=6644ff]”…If Anya can sneak into his dreams, then what should the rest of us do?”[/color] He asked Greyson, walking over and politely handing the Chalice to Sloane instead of throwing it at her like a barbarian… With an ominous black smudge on the rim of the cup just in case Sully happened to be fucking drunk right now. He clearly had a better understanding of this than most of them. [color=6644ff]”8th Street may be actively reporting to him, they could attack us again in the meantime.”[/color]