ask-jackandcorvus

  “How disrespectful. Sick to know that they should treat us this way.” It curled around, arms still hanging down next to Solo. “Do you regret it now?” it laughed. “

  Solo rubbed his hand not answering Laplace. He thought of Vega and what she did to Solo’s home. “I rather have blood on my hands than hear anymore of your insults. Don’t you dare assume what I’ve been through. My situation is completely different than your’s.” His Indie Darkness became slow to consume his soul once more, the pain of Vega’s doing still raw in his mind. His failure etched into his skin with red letters. Jack’s blood fit nicely upon the red markings he had. He tried not to stare at it. “Don’t even think about trying to compare the two.”

“Yes. A million bucks.” oh man his jaw stung and the swelling already started, everything with a lisp “Being like...two, three? Waiting the nukes come froth the sky. Can never go back. Too radiated.” Corvus dodged a bit, then tanked some hits, in ways to get the two being away from the kids, before unleashing the red flames he threatened them with. If you look closely there’s a beak withing Corvus beak unleashing the flames.

  “I didn’t think you had standards,” Solo calmly replied. The display was hardly noticed. He felt Laplace bristle however, though not appear from the hunter he kept. It was if the UMA was waiting to pounce on Corvus, to which the very thought of Laplace tearing into Corvus brought some disgustingly pleasing feeling. Perhaps that would be fitting, a cat like shadow person tearing into a bird like EM-being.

  He was going to walk away from the situation at hand. Merely give his warning them sulk away back into isolation to bide his time to finish the other off. But the moment of grace was interrupted by Jack’s willingness to step on Solo’s shoes and getting so far into his face that all the Murian could do was resort to violence. Laplace finally appeared over Solo, looming over its master as if itself were a spirit of death. Its claws hanging down over Solo, near his face, ready to scratch at Jack. As for Solo he only scowled at Jack, a look of disgust mixed with annoyance. He hated to be disrespected. So to return the favor, Solo brought his hand back, balled it into a fist, and went to punch the other square in the jaw.

“I remember clearly,” there’s almost uninterested tone from the rant Jack produced. “I wouldn’t put it past you to be able to save him. There was so much noise in there– it wouldn’t be surprising if your memory was altered or you somehow decided you wanted to save that pathetic excuse for an EM-Being. Don’t make me have to remind you that you also worked with Dealer. He could have given you something to save Corvus should something happen to him.”

  The theories were endless, and though all made sense, the more plausible one could also— that which was produced by Jack. But even if for a moment that Solo believed in the other he was cautious and speculative as one would be. One could not so easily be resurrected from the dead. Residue data or waves, of course, but those were often husks of a former self and from what Solo saw Corvus was squawking like his usual self. How strange…

  He stared down into Jack, a scowl appearing on his face as he narrowed his eyes at the other. It was almost tempting to again try to kill Corvus, to finish what Solo had started (he was going to kill him, like how he was going to kill Subaru, it was what his blood demanded!), but in these moments there was no use to try. There was always later. “Either way, even if he’s alive now, I’ll kill him. Maybe not now, but I will.”

         “I’m not sure you remember; did you forget walking me back to earth? Talking to me directly after it happened? Him trying to kill me? Why the hell would I save someone who TRIED TO KILL ME!” the kid shouted exasperated, “Wouldn’t you and your magical boy powers have NOTICED something? Especially on earth?! man you’ve gotta be kidi-PFFFF BWAHAAHAH!” the kid suddenly burst into laughter, holding his gut in a futile attmept to stop, going on for a full 10 seconds before slapping his knee and saying, choking between gasps of tearful laughter, “Dealer...save someone? Dealer....saving someone! Oh that’s great, ahha oh that’s hilarious...!” pointing at Solo, “Oh that’s a good joke, you got me there...!” winding down, getting the last tear out of his eye before taking a deep breathe and, “Yeah no. Mr. King never saved anyone. If he did have it he’d save it for himself.”

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