Captain Fate

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"Thank god." The man muttered as he sighed in relief, watching the bugs and relaxing more himself as they did. "I'm sure anyone would react like that at the threat of being devoured by ants."

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Jax nodded, glad the woman at least somewhat understood what he was trying to explain. He gulped when the bugs stood, slightly biting his lip due to anxiety. "That's absolutely terrifying. Can I ask that you tell them not to do that to me?"

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"It's not that I can't see anything, it's just the amount of possibilities I'd have to try and see would take a toll on me mentally, and I need my powers to be at peak performance." He explained, eyeing the bugs as he pondered what the other said. "Hm, I suppose that makes sense."

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"Maybe. I'm pretty sure they'd just shrug it off as a stupid ideal, nothing more." The man said with a frown, his cheery mood clearly fading. "I never thought of bugs like that. It must be interesting to speak to creatures with such a different perspective."

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Jax sighed, looking down. He knew he wasn't much help in the situation, but if he tried to play out every scenario they could take it would take a toll on him. "I know this information is nothing new, but I do have a few ideas. Most of them being unlikely to work, but their ideas at the least. Like tempting the villians to reveal the location." He spoke, his eyes slightly squinting and cocking his head at the spider. "You can talk to them?"

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Jax nodded, knowing most people didn't find any meaning in his non-sensical ramblings. He was trying to help, it's just hard to find a for sure answer on what to do when there's so many possibilities. He looked at the millipede and slightly shivered, not being a fan of bugs. "Sometimes fate has no clear answer or destiny. Perhaps it's our job to make one." He spoke with a hopeful smile, trying to think of ways to help find the mayor.

“I can assure you, I am a hero…” Caitlyn said simply, even if her gaze was intense and there was something horribly unnerving about her. It didn’t help that she had a couple of centipedes that were crawling out of her shirt collar and shirt sleeves. “So, this whole Mayor deal, how can we solve it?” she said in her unreadable and almost robotic voice. She definitely needed some lessons in just how to warm up and be more…..Human.

Jax stood back from the woman, not wanting any of the bugs coming off her to make contact with him. "I have no doubt that you are." He spoke with a smile, seeing only 17 possibilities for the woman to be evil, and most of them were nonsensical. "That's a great question. I see no sure answer in the near future, however, so I feel as though it is up to us to choose out destiny for this mission."

Jax nodded, he never really shared his secrets with anyone, but he knew that if he did he wouldn’t want them to be shared. “Understandable, I guess. Sibling secrets sound pretty sacred.” He replied, tensing slightly from the physical contact. It still was scary to have any sort of touching, but he had learned to trust Carter enough to not flip him over a table. “Intamacy things? What’s that mean?” He spoke with a smirk, lightly elbowing Carter

Jax tried to keep a straight face, stifling a laugh and rolling his eyes. "Okay, I get it, your edgy, no need to show off how much of a punk heartthrob you've been for the past ten years." He pulled his legs up, sitting with his legs crossed on the counter. "Maybe you just need practice, that aren't one night stands."

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"Maybe, gotta keep the looks for the guys and the strength for the villians." He replied, setting down his stuff and taking a moment to look around to see what workout he felt like doing. "Are you leaving are taking a break? Because you know I'm always up for some duel training."

Jax tilted his head, ignoring his gut and slightly persisting. He got that sibling stuff was sacred, but it wasn’t like he was gonna tell anyone what he and Carter talked about. “Are you sure? You know you can talk to me, right? I won’t tell Thana anything.”

Jax nodded, he never really shared his secrets with anyone, but he knew that if he did he wouldn't want them to be shared. "Understandable, I guess. Sibling secrets sound pretty sacred." He replied, tensing slightly from the physical contact. It still was scary to have any sort of touching, but he had learned to trust Carter enough to not flip him over a table. "Intamacy things? What's that mean?" He spoke with a smirk, lightly elbowing Carter.

Jax set his soda down, curious as to what Carter was thinking about. “What’d she say, if you don’t mind me asking?” He questioned, not wanting to pry, but not wanting to brush off whatever it was.

Jax tilted his head, ignoring his gut and slightly persisting. He got that sibling stuff was sacred, but it wasn't like he was gonna tell anyone what he and Carter talked about. "Are you sure? You know you can talk to me, right? I won't tell Thana anything."

Jax rolled his eyes, Carter was usually supplied with soda for the event that he made an unplanned visit. “You’re… Not wrong.” The man admitted with a sigh, hopping up on the counter next to Carter. He noticed the sudden drop in tone, he had known Carter long enough to notice when something bothered him. “Why the sudden drop in face, dude? Something botherin’ you?

Jax set his soda down, curious as to what Carter was thinking about. "What'd she say, if you don't mind me asking?" He questioned, not wanting to pry, but not wanting to brush off whatever it was.

Jax shrugged, shooting Carter a smile, “Anyone with perfect teeth deserved to be punched.” He spoke with sarcasm, knowing his teeth were far from perfect. “Music taste is something that can redeem a person. If it’s good that is.” The man spoke before cocking an eyebrow, “That’s why I put up with you.” He spoke jokingly before approaching the counter.

Jax rolled his eyes, Carter was usually supplied with soda for the event that he made an unplanned visit. "You're... Not wrong." The man admitted with a sigh, hopping up on the counter next to Carter. He noticed the sudden drop in tone, he had known Carter long enough to notice when something bothered him. "Why the sudden drop in face, dude? Something botherin' you?"

Jax nodded, he wasn’t the biggest fan of the Sex Pistols, but he could somewhat understand what might make someone hate them. “That sounds like a hell of a bloke.” The man spoke with a laugh, admiring his own hand that he had fixed many times. “I’d do that to a few people if I knew where their graves were.” He mumbled before laughing again, the thought of it making him lose it.

Jax shrugged, shooting Carter a smile, "Anyone with perfect teeth deserved to be punched." He spoke with sarcasm, knowing his teeth were far from perfect. "Music taste is something that can redeem a person. If it's good that is." The man spoke before cocking an eyebrow, "That's why I put up with you." He spoke jokingly before approaching the counter.

Jax quickly opened his soda and took a drink, stepping forward. “I really like it.” He replied, somewhat dancing over to the other. “Well, your sister’s friends have good music taste.” He replied, then cocking an eyebrow as he took another drink, “And is there a reason I should strictly avoid Sex Pistols if I ever meet this dude?”

Jax nodded, he wasn't the biggest fan of the Sex Pistols, but he could somewhat understand what might make someone hate them. "That sounds like a hell of a bloke." The man spoke with a laugh, admiring his own hand that he had fixed many times. "I'd do that to a few people if I knew where their graves were." He mumbled before laughing again, the thought of it making him lose it.

Jax quickly opened his soda and took a drink, stepping forward. “I really like it.” He replied, somewhat dancing over to the other. “Well, your sister’s friends have good music taste.” He replied, then cocking an eyebrow as he took another drink, “And is there a reason I should strictly avoid Sex Pistols if I ever meet this dude?”

Jax nodded, he wasn't the biggest fan of the Sex Pistols, but he could somewhat understand what might make someone hate them. "That sounds like a hell of a bloke." The man spoke with a laugh, admiring his own hand that he had fixed many times. "I'd do that to a few people if I knew where their graves were." He mumbled before laughing again, the thought of it making him lose it.