a little dash of paternity

name's jack. i'd make a joke about how i'm a jack of all trades, but that's old and i need some new material. i'll get back to you eventually. in the meantime, though, any of you got a huge interest in transformers? [ independent panfandom OC tracking the 'doubleohzero' tag ]

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Danny’s Song - Kenny Loggins And even though we ain’t got money, I’m so in love with ya honey. And everything will bring a chain of love. And in the morning when I rise, you bring a tear of joy to my eyes, and tell me everything is gonna be alright.

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+ nerdyspiderman

Heh. You have funky hair.

If I touched it, would little woodland creatures come skitterin' out?

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Well that’s probably why most people call me Clint then. [He chuckles.]

Oh, that I do know. That’s how I met him, actually. I will try to resist the urge to call you sir, it’s just something that’s been ground into me.

Well, mostly we fight each other. But when we get our shit together, Avengers tend to fight the bad guys and aliens and save the world. Otherwise I’m sort of…military ops you could say I guess. 

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Military ops? [Both his brows lift.] Jeez, so you must be doin' shit like blowing up spy camps. Kudos. I woulda blown my finger off or somethin'. [Jack laughs, and it's a full and hearty one.] But otherwise, you 'vengers sound a lot like human Autobots. Tasked to protect Earth from otherworldly forces? Might as well transform and roll out.

Li'l Op made you coffee, though? [He snickers.] Cute kid. Didn't know the Com Sci geeks had to make coffee for spies, though. Unless that's a new thing. I just work toll booths, 'fter all.

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+ silenceofdyingstars

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[Toft shrugs, standing with her weight low in her hips. Besweatered arms cross over her chest and half-finger gloves cover hands—one of which is still gripping the clipboard. Fall’s coming; she’s prepared.]

Probably a bomb—or an agent for biochemical warfare. Maybe a body part? Could be Van Gogh’s ear. Of course, you’d have to be a prostitute…

Then again, it could be promotional mittens; a ton of shops give them out, this time of year.

Still, my money’s on radioactive spiders. Which, by the way, you’ll have to share. I’ve always wanted superpowers.

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If it's radioactive spiders, Toft, I'm givin' you all of 'em. [Jack wrinkles his nose because he's never quite been a fan of the critters. Sure, he doesn't mind playing with them, or touching them, or seeing them skitter around the house--but those're normal spiders he doesn't mind. The radioactive ones, though? What if they exploded?]

Lessee what's in here, then. [And instead of tearing the wrapper apart he daintily pulls the string loose, untying the knot before carefully unwrapping the package. If it's an actual radioactive spider he'd most likely lose his shit right then and there.]

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+ the-best-deception

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[Meg’s arms fall around his waist, eyes becoming watery.] Daddy, it’s a lot less emotional when you say my full name. [She chuckled a little, a hushed chuckle. She listened to him, her intention to cry becoming more and more hard to ignore.] Don’t ever leave us again, okay? You have to promise me, and Tim! That you’ll never just disappear…The least you could do is tell us, okay? [She had hope in her eyes, a small yet sad smile on her lips.]

Of course! And we can watch Transformers, just like we used to. [She nodded her head slightly, smiling at the memories.] Just this time, it’ll be a movie instead of lame cartoons…Now, Daddy, let me remind you..Tim might not be as up to this as I am, I mean, I’m too sure I just…I assume. He’s been very busy lately.

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I'm sure. Jeez. Kid's always been busy, hasn't he? I don't think he's actually ever had a break. [He looks momentarily concerned over it, but then quickly pushes the stray thoughts away.] You don't mean the Michael Bay movies, though, do ya? [His voice drops a notch lower.] The animation is fuckin' amazing.

[And with a grin, one of his hands slides up her back to rustle playfully through her hair.] You know I gotta go back to Bath, sweetpea. Got a job there--and a doctor for the ticker. [He chuckles, lightly tapping Meg's nose with the end of his index finger.] But I'll warn you beforehand. Cross my Spark and hope to die.

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+ technicaltechnicality

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The irony of Jack Dubois’ words ‘stuck between an Autobot and a Decepticon’ danced around Fry’s brain like the Peanut Butter Jelly Time dancing banana. The ridiculous truth in those few words, well, let’s just not go there. Fry was confused and conflicted enough about what his feelings even were for Tim. And Meg was a surprise he never expected. It didn’t help that Meg had expressed knowledge of Tim’s apparent crush on him. Let’s just say his brain was a bit fried. Get it? Fried?

“Well, they’re both pretty amazing people,” Fry confessed with a smile to the man. He definitively liked Jack Dubois and his sense of humor.

“Met Optimus at work, and met Megatron by complete chance,” Fry paused to consider that a bit more and then laughed, “Maybe meeting you all wasn’t exactly chance after all.”

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"Kid, if there's one thing you gotta know about us, it's that chance is pretty non-existent. We have this... gramavity thing." Jack gestures, briefly, moves his fingers and looks up in thought. "Can't exactly break us apart. Or somethin'. Magneticism sounds about right."

He looks up, thoughtfully. "... Gramavity sounds more Newton-y, though."

He chuckles, hands moving to shove into the pockets of his jeans. "You're prob'ly gonna be kidnapped." Jack gives a definitive nod of the head. "Become one of us poor folks. S'alright, though, I promise we can at least afford water bills." He grins, wide and honest. "And if you're lucky and the stars're out, we can have barbecues on part of that metal fence Op snatched way back in Halloween of '99. Makes better burgers than you think."

[doubleohzero-blog]

( "My son isn't going to be the lowest man on any totem pole but mine." )

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( oh man i know i owe replies but i'm sorry to say that i'm distracted.

in the meantime, you can all stare at this:

dancing coconut bra boobies mounted on walls always make things better. )

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OOC: Excuse me a moment...

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[[ GOOD LORD, LET ME KEEP YOU. FOREVER.

^ FRY AND MYSELF ABOUT THE DUBOIS FAMILY. ]]

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( WOULD THIS BE AN APPROPRIATE TIME TO TELL YOU THAT I'M GOING TO END UP DYING?

BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD TELL YOU SO FRY WON'T GET TOO EMOTIONALLY INVESTED INTO THIS. )

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[7:18:40 PM] brandon: he (jack) wAS ONLY SEVENTEEN

[7:19:16 PM] Clint Barton: omg you know what

[7:19:19 PM] Clint Barton: that makes him

[7:19:21 PM] Clint Barton: 41

[7:19:32 PM] Clint Barton: Clint is only 9 years younger than him

[7:19:32 PM] brandon: yes

[7:19:33 PM] Clint Barton: and

[7:19:34 PM] brandon: yes he is

[7:19:36 PM] Clint Barton: 8 years older than Tim

[7:19:39 PM] Clint Barton: omg

[7:19:40 PM] brandon: sdkfhjsdf

[7:19:44 PM] brandon: YOURE OLD ENOUGH TO BE MY FATHER

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OOC: Excuse me a moment...

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[[WHAT IN THE GREAT FUCK IS AIR??!??! *Dies.  Makes pterodactyl noise at early and inappropriate hours of the morning.* ]]

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( Pterodactyl noises?

I think you mean the mating call of my people.

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OOC: Excuse me a moment...

While I sit in a corner and casually fawn over the entirety of the Dubois family. For reasons. For science. For all the things.

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No, but I sent him a cow on FarmVille, that might have sealed the deal there.

You’ve already got a Decepticon in the family, and I think Timmy’s got a little better sense than that. I’m uh, I’m an Avenger, sir. [It occurs to Clint he’s never had to introduce himself as such before because everyone just knew.] And avid coffee drinker, which is basically a hobby these days. Or an addiction? Could be both really. Caffeine’ll get you if you’re not careful.

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... An Avenger? [Jack hasn't heard of the Avengers--more of he heard of the aliens and got disappointed they weren't Cybertronians--and the most he knows about the situation is the fact that six nutjobs were brave enough to face them and subsequently save the world. Up until now he'd been sure they were called the Rangers, Power Ranger style. But Avenger sounds more accurate.] Not going to lie, that is a bizarre name. Clint's better.

Caffeine's great. My kids were born with some innate ability to make the good stuff, so I'd know. [He chuckles at that.] Quit with the 'sir' crap, though, would you? All that does is make me feel like I'm too old for Disney World. I was your age once. And then I stopped aging, but that's besides the point.

What does an... "Avenger" do?

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+ technicaltechnicality

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“It’s a nickname, full name is Jeffry,” Fry laughed at the man’s words, he could definitely foresee himself at least getting along with this guy. “My friends just call my Fry, mostly for the aforementioned orange haired fellow.”

“Dubois?” Fry blinked, eyes widening a moment, “I’m going to guess you being the third Dubois I’ve met in a matter of days isn’t exactly coincidence…”

He guess by Jack’s appearance, of course this was not to say he was old or anything, that he might possibly be Tim and Meg’s father. Maybe that was the familiar aspect he’d been seeing. That seemed like a logical explanation. Though, he’d have to wait til the man replied before he could truly determine what exactly was occurring right now.

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Jack lifts a brow and he chuckles, dipping his head. "Well, we're a tight-knit bunch. Or at least those two kids are. Can't have one without the other an' all that. If a troll stole Op away, Megs wouldn't even need troll fighting lessons to get the guy back." He gestures, briefly. "Me, though? Just visiting. I missed the products of my sperm. Kids tend to drift away when they figure out eighteen's the turning point."

"You know 'em then, huh?" A grin touches his face as he looks back at Fry, arms crossing over his chest. "You guys pals or something? I know it must be hard, trapped between an Autobot and a Decepticon an' all, but someone's gotta do it." He snickers, shaking his head from side to side. "And that automatically makes you a respectable guy in my book."

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[Clint has a very sudden realization of where Tim’s quirks come from and it’s very hard to resist the urge to just out right laugh. He grins regardless, and let’s his hand drop to his side.] Well the weather always was an interesting topic.

I really couldn’t…I mean. I suppose I could. You know, we work together. Sort of. He’s my best friend, he’s only got as much faith in me as I do in him really.

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Well, shit! Kid doesn't visit me in a few months and suddenly he's got a best friend. What'd you do, put some social bacteria into his water?

Kidding, though. [He chuckles, shaking his head.] Nah, just glad to see someone who makes 'im so happy apparently trusting him just as much.

So if you aren't a sexual predator, what do you do? Free times? Hobbies? Hobby times? If you tell me you're a Decepticon I might have to yell.

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+ iamnotbruce

There's only one word that comes to mind when I look at you.

No, scratch that. Two words.

Japanese. Toilets.