Glen Baskerville

Oh well. Maybe it was all for the best. Glen maybe needed to get out all the aggression he was harboring for the Vessalius, it made sense. For every time they would meet, would result in this. History was always, always, doomed to repeat itself, wasn’t it? And no one else but Glen and Jack, appeared to know this better than they did.

“You really want to kill me, don’t you?”

Of course Jack would react the way he always did. He would smile and speak in such a tone that wasn’t catering to the situation, exactly. He spoke as if they were speaking casually, with hints of malice, hints of deceit, but never anger. Could Jack ever truly display such an emotion? The Vessalius hadn’t the luxury of thinking upon it as Glen took his sword and attacked.

If he had perhaps been quicker then maybe Jack wouldn’t have suffered a blow. It wasn’t anything life threatening, not like they could die here in this tormented city anyway, but it did sting. Though the illusions were just that, figments of their imagination, it did not disspell the stinging pain in his shoulder. Jack staggered back, taking out his sword as well —- he couldn’t allow himself to be defeated so easily, after all.

“I wonder how long you’ve wanted to do this. If you wanted to kill me so badly, then you should have just said so, Glen!”

It was haunting how Jack could say all of that with that same smile on his lips and that airy and light tone to his voice. He didn’t even appeared bothered in the slightest that his best friend wanted to kill him, to end ‘this’, song and dance they always did. Jack wouldn’t just submit of course, he could never submit and admit defeat. After all, these two were so tightly woven over the course of a hundred years, locked in battle for all that time.

Just because they were in a different place at a different time did not mean that would ever change, did not mean that they would ever change. Still, Jack retained that bright smile as he too, took a strike at Glen. He figured a vertical strike would be too easy to block, so even with that bleeding arm of his, he swept his sword horizontally —-

Even though such a response should have been expected from the Vessalius, Glen felt himself sinking further into despair as his old 'friend' smiled at him, despite what Jack had done, what he was about to do. It was horrifying. The Baskerville duke had not felt such a powerful swell of rage in so long. It clouded his mind, giving him a furious mentality that had him lose all mercy, all kindness.

He could not believe that Jack was still keeping up that act of his, after all that time-- they had spent too long behaving like this. Glen had needed someone to depend on so long ago, as he had known instinctually that there was something he was missing; but now... now that he'd seen what Jack had done, and what he was capable of, he felt as though perhaps he had finally understood a bit more about the man that had always been such a mystery.

“I wonder how long you’ve wanted to do this. If you wanted to kill me so badly, then you should have just said so, Glen!”

He remained silent, features turning to a hard frown while his gaze remained wintry. His amaranthine eyes stared at the blonde in a steely manner, when finally he spoke, voice harsh in the quiet night -- but his mind was abuzz.

"You lied to me... all along, it was a lie."

His grip on the hilt of his apparently sharp sword tightened with anger as the emotions that he had kept pent up inside for so very long finally rolled out, being delivered in a furious storm.

He saw the attack coming and dove out of the way, stepping back as Jack's weapon sliced at him, only skimming by the front of his cloak. Glen was unable to tell if he had been wounded, but at least for the moment, it seemed that things were alright.

“I’m curious, Glen, why do you think it’s too late?”

"Tch..." by that point, he glared unrelentlessly at the green-eyed man. Pulling up his weapon, he readied for another attack. "You have quite the gall, asking me such a question.. Yet you only intend to bring Lacie back! I can't allow you to do that..!"

He lunged forward quickly, swinging the sword smoothly. He hardly noticed that it did, in fact, feel a little heavier than it should have. Foolishly blinded by anger, Glen was still convinced by the illusions.

How curious.

“Can’t I tell? So..does that mean, I know you already? Ah, I did feel as if you were familiar. But I can’t quite place my finger on…it.”

With the final word of his sentence, Jack extended his right arm forth, pressing his index finger to the imposter’s forehead. Uttering an innocent and playful little laugh at his own actions, he pulled his arm back to his side, tapping those same gloved fingers to his chin, one right after the other in silent contemplation.

“But how? How, hoooow…how, do I know you?”

Maybe it was just him, but he felt as if he was definitely getting closer to the answer. There wasn’t too many people he knew that well, after all. So the list to choose from was short. And he could assume who it wasn’t judging by reaction alone. And there was the way this doppelganger carried himself too. But what was it? He couldn’t quite grasp it yet. To that thought he took another step closer, leaning forward a bit with an innocent smile, fake or not, taking his lips.

“Can’t I tell? So..does that mean, I know you already? Ah, I did feel as if you were familiar. But I can’t quite place my finger on…it.”

He already regretted not revealing himself from the start.  Now it seemed that he had to find a clever way to escape such an embarrassment without further humiliation.  But was that even possible by that point?

..Of course it was.  Surely Jack wouldn't care; after all, it wasn't Glen's fault that he was in such an unfortunate predicament.

"Yes, we know each other.." he couldn't help but sigh.  Perhaps it was no use.

“Neh, will you give me a hint?”

Glen looked back up at his friend, eyes full with their usual emptiness, though it wasn't his true gaze.  "..I have never been one to play games like this."

Really, what had he been thinking? The Duke fidgeted a little in the clothes that felt so uncomfortable yet appropriate on his disorientingly new body. It really had been a terrible - enough blow against his honor.

"Jack, it's me, Glen--"

But suddenly, before he could even realize it, it seemed Jack's features melted away from him, transforming him back to normal. Glen staggered back, eyes wide open in shock and relief.

"Ah..."  He took a shaky breath.  He really did hate the city and it's grey creatures.  Only there would something as ridiculous as that have happened.

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“…You seem familiar.”

Was the words he spoke quietly under his breath, not loud enough for anyone but him to hear. And no, the fact that this imposter was in his image was not why he appeared familiar, rather the presence the doppelganger emitted was what struck Jack as odd. Why did he feel as if he knew who that was?

A strange feeling coursed through his chest as he worked the nerve to approach this reflection of himself, hesitating only a step before he hurried over, plastering a curious expression on his face. Whoever this imposter taking his image was, he had to find out.

"Ah..."  He staggered back a step or two, a feeling of dread filling him.  He felt as though he were drowning, and for some reason, the duke felt so ashamed.  He didn't want to be seen like this.  It was nearly laughable, which made the situation even more humiliating for him.

“Excuse me? Er..uh…who are you? Well, you look like me but —- well, you’re not me! Of course! Aha, because I’m…me..so, er, who are you?”

"Jack..."  He said, his voice a hoarse whisper with surprise.  "Jack, it's--"

But what if he would be better off pretending he wasn't actually himself?  Besides, it would at least spare him the embarrassment, and maybe he'd even get the chance to learn something he may not have been told if they were under normal circumstances.

"...Can't you tell?"