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jack torrence | 28 | sequence x “and that's what we all want, isn't it? power without price.”

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fallonkaveh​:

   fallon shies away from jack’s admittedly creepy , attempt of a smile. looking more terrified than apologetic , herself. “ ri-right …” is all she manages , before scurrying off to the labs. torn between making it a short trip , or taking longer than necessary. no matter what she’s mentally decided on , her feet move on their own accord. carrying her back out to the man that both intrigued and spooked her. “ oh , yay! i think you’ll like it , it’s really laid back and relaxed. there’s this super awesome melon refresher , i love. you should totally try it out , if you’re up to it. ” she tries to fill the tense air around them , with idle chatter. anything was better than the awkward silence, that would present itself. 

   “ nice , alright! uhmm … you can just meet me …” fallon racks her brain for landmarks , that she’d passed in the building. struggling to think of a proper space. “ oh! we can just meet outside the entrance , by that fountain? pretty hard to miss and all , so i don’t have to worry about getting lost. ” stepping into her elevator , she offers a short wave. waiting in the agreed meeting spot , for jack to join. “ so! uhmm … have you been in chicago , long? any particular hotspots , i should know about? ” 

    jack isn’t oblivious to her fear—far from it—but while someone else might regret pulling that emotion from her, it just makes the predator in him hungrier. he doesn’t tend to play with his food, not really, but there’s just something about her that makes him want to. even if just for a few moments, the length of time it takes for him to cross the room and grab her. he has to take a second to shake himself out of the idea, to bring himself back to a reality where he can’t get away with doing that. “yeah, right, sounds like a good place. do you remember what it’s called?” he forces himself to focus on other details—or rather, he tries to. even with the question having successfully tripped off the tip of his tongue, he can’t help but let his mind linger elsewhere. there’s something else scritch-scratching away at the back of his mind, now. something that doesn’t feel quite like him, but that feeds the same monster he holds.

    he’s preoccupied enough that it takes him a split second to register that she’s speaking to him again. “alright,” he says, nodding—making an effort to look like he’s been paying attention the whole time; “the fountain. i know where that is.” and just like that, the elevator doors shut and leave him alone. he’s struck by a wave of primal anger, of the distinct feeling that he’s let his prey get away. but why is she so different from anyone else? he spends the entire time it takes for him to reach their point of rendezvous trying not to think about anything like that. obviously, he isn’t very successful. if anything, he thinks about it more. “since the end of the war, yeah... i don’t know about any real hot-spots, though,” he admits, chewing absentmindedly on the inside of his lip. “work keeps me busy.”

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eiffelnam​:

      eiffel doesn’t bother forcing back her taunting smirk , brow arched as if daring , jack to try and argue. humming victoriously , when he waved the white flag. “ mmhhm. that’s what i thought. quiet as a mouse. you know what jackie , i might be great at everything , sure. but when it comes to playing yourself , you’re the damn champ. ” she boasts , looking more than pleased , with her little victory. “ jokes on you , i’ve been taking extra weapon training courses. before you know it , i’ll be kicking your ass on the field , too. just you wait , jack-attack. ” an obvious fib , but she doesn’t care. so long as her friend’s buttons continue to be pushed , she’s a happy camper. “ just admit that you’re sucky at video games , periodt. i won’t think any differently of you , you know that. ” she continues to rib, turning to prop her feet up on his legs. 

    “ could’ve fooled me. you three get along swimmingly , from what i’ve seen. ” eiffel scoffs with a smirk , scrolling through the artillery options. “ oh , fuck off. you adore me , i’m your bestie and you know it. the sooner you admit it , the sooner i’ll quit messing with you. ” another little white lie , but she’s sure they both , know that. hearing his wager , earns another scoff. “on this level , you’d better last at least ten. but …. i bet if i were to set it at the hardest level , you’d be dead in less than that. in fact … when i prove you right , you have to buy my smoothies for the next …. two weeks. ” 

    “yep, you’re right. i played myself. walked into that one,” he agrees, shaking his head. he isn’t about to argue with her on this, not when she’ll just carry it on, and on, and on, and—nope, not happening. not if he can help it. “oh, really? you have?” it isn’t hard to catch that she’s not being truthful, but he doesn’t call her on it immediately. this is exactly the kind of lie that he can use to his advantage. who’s the champ at playing themselves, now? “in that case, why don’t you show up for a little range training with me tomorrow? since you’ve been packing on those hours with weapons, it shouldn’t be anything too hard for you.” he smirks, knowing full well that she can’t hold up her fib for that long. the second she steps into the range, it’s all over. “i’m not—” he cuts off quickly, frustrated. “okay, maybe i suck at video games. so what? it’s just lack of experience, on my part.”

    jack shoots her another glare. “that’s a lie and you know it. the only time you’ll stop messing with me is when one, or both, of us is dead on the ground.” more likely both if he’s the one who drops first—he doesn’t put it past her to mock him at his own funeral. “hey, that isn’t fair. i said i could last ten on this setting, i didn’t say i could do it if you change it around,” he protests, scowling. “besides, you don’t need me to buy you smoothies. your paycheck isn’t any worse than mine.”

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fallonkaveh​:

  though feeling guilty , fallon still regards jack with wary eyes. trying to keep a reasonable gap , between them. “ well … still …” she trails off with uncertainty , combing fingers anxiously through her thick curls. “ i shouldn’t have just … snuck up on you , like that. it was awfully inconsiderate of me , to just assume you’d be alright with it. ” the way the apology comes out makes it seem as though she’d violated the man , and not merely rest a hand on his forearm. better to sound over-apologetic , than not apologetic at all. briefly , she wonders if he’ll even accept her offer to hang out. and is mildly surprised , when he does. a relieved smile makes it’s way to her face , as he accepts. maybe once they got a chance to sit down and actually talk , she could figure out why he seemed so familiar. 

   “ right , yes. okay uhm …. i’ll .. be right back , okay? ” with that she makes her way to the labs. making quick small talk and idle chatter , with her soon to be workmates. schedule safely tucked away into her binder , she’s walking back into the hallways. “ actually … if you don’t mind , i had someplace else in mind. it’s just … from my experiences , cafeteria food is the worst. ” she tries to joke easily , with a small smile. the moment they reach the elevators though, fallon hesitates. “ uhhmm … maybe … it’s better if we don’t take the same one? no offense just … you know … “ 

    “it’s fine, don’t worry about it,” he says, trying for a smile—and as per usual, ending up with more of a pained grimace than anything else. he’s not usually friendly to people, after all. tends to keep interactions to a minimum. maybe it’s for reasons like this. in truth, his mind is less focused on her apology and more on why she isn’t making a break for the nearest exit, but even that wondering is short-lived. as selfish and unhinged as it is, he can’t help but think about the missed opportunity he had to take a good, long drink of the energy that had to be lurking beneath her skin. or maybe it’s nothing. but he can’t deny that he felt something there, something beyond the capability of a normal person. something he keeps to himself, for the time being. he’s not one to share much of his thoughts, anyway.

    he nods, watching with awful, hungry eyes as she walks off toward the labs. can’t help but feel a pang of relief—and a contradictory stab of regret—when she’s finally out of sight. but both feelings are short-lived and replaced with the hauntingly familiar desire when she actually, to his surprise, returns. “oh, yeah, that’s fine,” he says as she walks up, nodding. “i agree, the cafeteria isn’t the best.” not that he actually knows, or cares. he doesn’t have any need to eat or drink, and thus... has never had a need to actually go there. “sure, sure,” he continues as they approach the elevators, taking a small step back. that selfish predator beneath his skin wants to deny her that, but he doesn’t  tries his best to keep that feeling out of his expression. “where should i meet you?”

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eiffelnam​:

  that earns a snort from her , as they continue on. “ yeah and neither is your dick , but ….” she trails off , with a nonchalant shrug of shoulders.  “ i just need to get used to the controls. ” she mocks teasingly , head tilting back as she laughed. “ you’re literally just pressing buttons. it’s not that hard , torrence. ” eiffel deadpans , sticking her tongue out. making a face over at him , as he trashed her game. “ my games aren’t outdated , stop being so uncultured. they’re vintage , genius. there’s a new word for you , you’re welcome. ” with an overdramatic roll of eyes , she waits for him to finish. 

    “ if you need another practice round , don’t be shy. speak up , jackie. ” eiffel taunts smugly , picking out her weapons of choice. “ don’t worry , alright. my little brother had the same issue at first , when we first started playing. he threw a temper tantrum too , actually. you two seem to have that in common. maybe you two should be best friends instead of us , i could call him in , if you like? ” she’s full out laughing now. taking far too much joy , in messing with jack. all too tempted to instigate , between her friend and siblings. “ alright , let’s go. see if you can last longer , than five minutes. ” 

    jack almost chokes on air—he really should stop not expecting anything out of her. every time he thinks she can’t surprise him, she does. “you’ve never even—you know what? nevermind.” the last thing he wants to do is argue about something like that, and he knows damn well that she won’t back down from literally anything. “you know what? next time you struggle with a weapon on the field, i’ll remember that.” literally just pressing buttons, his ass. sure, that is technically all he’s doing, but coordinating some clunky character with the controls at hand is much harder than it looks. at least, for someone as inexperienced with it all as him. does anyone else even know how to play these games, anymore?

    “oh, shut up,” he shoots back, although there’s no venom in his tone. he’s not to the point where he’s going to literally start trashing her game, not yet. for now, he’s just annoyed that he’s definitely every bit as terrible at this as she thought he would be. “oh, shut up,” he repeats, this time throwing her a look. “you know damn well that i don’t get along with your siblings. you three have that in common—i don’t get along with you, either.” obviously not true, considering that they’re hanging out, but that doesn’t stop him from saying it. “don’t worry about it. i’ll last at least ten, easy.”

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adamroberts​:

Adam took stock for a moment. Despite the beer back in the glass, he didn’t feel any more ‘empty’. As for pulling time back into the glass, it was just like if he had moved it along the counter. Except took more. Nowhere near the teleporting-halfway-across-the-planet though! “That’s the idea,” He said, shrugging and taking a drink. Tasted just like before. “Why not cut yer finger or summat ‘n’ we can see?”

     if nothing else, it’s worth a shot. it’s certainly more efficient to pull multiple times from the same source, rather than... only being able to take from one at a time. not to mention the fact that murder is wrong, blah, blah, blah. that part doesn’t interest him. “uh,” he starts, fishing around through his pockets; “i don’t think i have anything to cut myself with.” things nobody wants to be heard out of context. “do you?”

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lukasxsanders​:

“Not by myself, and not right now,” Lukas said with a chuckle. “But there are a few people who were already committed before I even arrived into town.” Lukas said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Olympus, some people are calling it apparently.”  Lukas said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Hey, it’s all good. I’m not trying to change your mind or ask you to join.” Lukas said with a chuckle and a shake of his head. 

“I suppose we do,” Lukas had been raised by his parents simply to kill…For the longest time that was all that he basically knew how to do. So it would make sense that some part of him is still loves the chase…Even if another part of him hates that it was all that his parents thought that he could be. Especially when his darling brother was treated like a prince. “To each their own. What do you like to do?” 

    to his credit, it isn’t terribly hard to believe that there are those eager to end the long battle between the mavericks and PRIME—the highest on the list would be the mavericks themselves, of course, albeit not without taking out their hated enemy first. jack isn’t naive enough to think that getting rid of either faction would truly mean an end to the fight. if it’s one thing that humans do well, it’s war. PRIME and the mavericks are really just the latest in a long, long history of similar circumstances. “yeah, well, good luck with that,” is all he really has to say about the matter. in his mind, there’s no real victory to be won.

    he offers a shrug of his own. “never heard of it.” doesn’t really expect to anytime soon, either. there’s a brief thought that he should bring it up at work, but... is he really invested enough for that? they probably wouldn’t care, not unless they happened to actually do something that went against PRIME and its objectives. “me? i don’t have a lot of time to go and mess around. the most i get is nights like these.” and even that’s a lie. he’s not up here to enjoy the peace.

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lukasxsanders‌:

“A solution. An ending. From what I hear, this war has been going on for quite awhile. And while I understand biding your time to strike, it seems almost as if certain people don’t want it to end.” Lukas said with a snort and a shake of his head before smirking. “Well I would be more than happy to make it end. To finally rid the city of these two organizations that talk about what’s best for the people, yet don’t do any actions for the people they speak of.” Lukas said with a roll of his eyes. “From what I’ve gleamed, anyways.”

“Of course. But that doesn’t mean one can’t obtain skills in area that could help them in another.” Lukas pointed out with a shrug of his shoulders and chuckled when the other repeated his words back with a smirk. “Of course. Whether I’m the cat or mouse, it’s almost always entertaining. Although it tends to end quickly.” Lukas said with a cocky smirk. “Chasing after something while trying to run away from something at the same time.” He admitted with a chuckle.

    an ending. right. lukas isn’t wrong in assuming that one side has no intention of letting the conflict die, but presuming he can put an end to it himself is laughable at best. outright delusional, in his own opinion. “you think you can take down both of them by yourself?” the idea actually makes him chuckle aloud. ending the mavericks is the considerably easier feat, and even that would be nearly impossible without real militant forces. wiping out PRIME is a pipe dream that even a government couldn’t dream of. “sorry if i don’t take your word for it, kid. lived here too long to humor that kind of crazy.”

    delusional almost feels too... simplified for how this stranger is coming off, now—although he certainly seems out of touch with reality. jack knows full well he can’t really get away with pointing fingers when he’s a little unhinged himself, but that doesn’t stop him from making the judgement. “i’m guessing we have different ideas of entertainment. none of that sounds appealing to me.” his own chases aren’t for funsies, after all—they’re necessary for his survival. no other use is needed.

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adamroberts‌:

“Pro’ly could,” Adam thought out loud, taking a drink of the ‘reversed’ pint. Tasted okay, seemed to be okay, just from a couple of minutes ago. “I jus’…reversed it.” He explained…well, just said really. “Found out I can do that, still gettin’ the hand ‘f it. But, might be able to help ya wiv it.” Jack needed to absorb life from people. If he reversed the people that Jack ‘ate’ from…then it never happened. For them. So, no harm no foul, was Adam’s thinking. He took another drink, looking for anything…not quite right. He couldn’t find any. “Isn’t the easiest fing but…I can do it,” He shrugged, looking over at Jack finally.

    reversed it. even faced with the almost limitless abilities conduits—particularly among the fifteen—had, it’s still hard not to doubt them on some level, to pick holes in it all. pessimism is a difficult habit to break, especially after a lifetime of holding onto it. “you think you can do that to a person? how hard would that be?” it’s worth considering, although another thing he doubts is adams ability to deal with the result of his feeding. after all, if holding back isn’t an issue, he won’t bother. that means things get a little more... frightening. “and it will only affect them, right? not me?”

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adamroberts‌:

And then with Adam he took a ‘drop’ and it was like…what, a starter? Not enough for Jack to control time but enough to wet his appetite. Probably not a good idea! He felt for the guy, he had got a real shitty deal. What did that say about Adam that he was out for a drink with the guy? What a couple of sad sacks they were. Jack just…needed a version of those ‘super-calorie’ food-drink things. Or a way of buffing out what ‘meal’ he did ‘eat’.

Hmmm…

Adam downed his pint and then held his hand out at the glass. Teleporting, stopping time, they were getting okay. This was the one that took some ‘strength’. He focused and slowly turned his wrist. Like moving objects, he dragged the pint glass, only this time backwards instead of in some way sidewards. He sighed in concentration as the beer inside seemed to fill back up from an unseen spout, time reversing within the pint glass until it was full again.

“Hah,” Adam chuckled, shaking himself out. Now if that worked with a person…Jack was golden.”‘F I can do that to a person I might be able to help ya out.”

     jack takes a moment to glance around. anything to keep him from staring pitifully into his drink. or, worse yet, at the man beside him. so far, the bar is still relatively empty, although he can’t decide whether that’s a good thing or not. he needs to stop thinking with his... err, stomach? but as he swivels back around, he catches the moment that adam’s powers show themselves again, the half-empty glass sitting in front of him refilling as if by magic. confused, intrigued, he gives the proposition a moment of serious thought.

     “so... what did you do to it?” he can’t imagine one of his talents is pulling matter out of thin air, is it? “you didn’t pull all of that beer right back out of your stomach, did you? i just—is it really that easy?” no, it can’t be. even if the effect stays only on the object in question, a person is much more difficult to manage than a drink. not to mention... how would that feel for them? it feels like it might end up more like torture... but that doesn’t really give him any arguments against it, either. “you can just... get as many refills as you want?”

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lukasxsanders‌:

Lukas has always been open about his abilities. He wasn’t going to cower away just to make some stupid people feel better about themselves. If his wings somehow insulted them? Then they could fall off the high horse they were straddling and go fuck themselves. “Hm…Maybe I am…” Lukas said in a sing-song voice with a grin. “Maybe I want to offer people another option…Get in on this ‘turf war’, you know? I am from New York, after all.” Lukas said with a chuckle. 

“I didn’t serve the government,” Lukas admitted. “I did have a profession that was highly combat based, however.” Lukas shrugged, knowing that would likely surprise the other. Most see his twinkish body and expect him to be some weakling. And that was something Lukas refused to be. “And while I do find wrestling to be entertaining, I do find a good chase to be a bit more enthralling.” Lukas smirked.

    jack pauses, curious. “why would you want to do that? what would you even offer?” the two warring organizations don’t have much they need, other than victory—and even that is debatable. PRIME has no reason to end a fight that benefits them, after all. it’s helpful to have something else to blame mishaps on. accidents happen. with him, more often than not. at least he refers to them as accidents on paperwork.

    “see, war isn’t like gang fights—or anything like that. it’s a league all its own." years ago, it might have surprised him to hear someone so scrawny was picking fights, but working with PRIME has dissolved that. conduits have more than physical strength on their side, after all. “a good chase, huh?” jack bites back a smirk. that’s what he was doing, before finding him here. chasing someone. now he’s just waiting for the right moment to strike. “is that why you’re here, then? chasing after something?”

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lukasxsanders‌:

Lukas merely grinned and winked at the other when he asked who tipped him off, beginning to lazily fly from side to side. “Can’t reveal to many of my secrets, you know? Gotta save some mystery.” The forced conduit said playfully as he looked at the other man. “But with the right connections and motivation? It’s not that difficult.” Lukas hummed with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Oh really? That’s a shame.” Lukas said bluntly with a smirk when the other said that he didn’t do a whole lot of fighting lately. “I’ve found fighting to be a bit more interesting then others would care for others to admit.” Lukas said with a nod of his head and a grin. Most people think that with his powers he’s more of a passive person…But with his history? That’s not true at all.

    “no, i suppose not.” to someone like himself, who makes a point not to reveal his abilities, the casual way that lukas does is almost... confusing. especially when he claims to know enough about the city to hear about the current turf war going on. although conduits aren’t targeted in and of themselves... it’s all too common for them to become some sort of collateral, especially when it comes to PRIME. especially when it comes to himself. he can almost reach out and touch the stranger’s wings, now... and it takes effort to hold himself back. he can’t... yet. “connections, huh? sounds like you’re here for more than the view.”

    a breath of laughter escapes him. “yeah, well... that’s not surprising from someone i’m assuming didn’t serve. war isn’t what i would call interesting.” necessary? maybe. but interesting? far from it... it’s the more predictable thing in the world. “even wrestling has more entertainment value, and everyone knows it’s all fake.”

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lukasxsanders‌:

Lukas couldn’t help but to hum as he heard the other man’s words. “I suppose you could say that about every town,” Lukas conceeded. “But most don’t have a little faction war going on, huh?” Lukas asked with a smirk and a shake of his head as he looked down at the city below them…A city that he planned on ruling someday.

“I am. Still trying to get used to things, you know?” Lukas said before giving off a laugh and a shake of his head. “A fighter are you?” Lukas was one himself…His parents had bred him to be a perfect killing machine, although most would be to distracted by his boyish face to even consider that an option. Which was the whole point. “I’m from New York, New York. So I’m used to faction wars. Just not over the same issues.” Lukas joked with a smirk.

    “true enough.” faction wars aren’t exactly a common thing in towns, although large cities like chicago certainly had their fair share. back before conduits were common knowledge, gangs were a bigger problem. now that PRIME controlled the law... well, organized crime had more or less died off, replaced with their skirmishing with the mavericks. it’s better that way, jack thinks—he can be a part of it that way. “but i wouldn’t have expected an outsider to know anything about that. who tipped you off?” and does that give him an excuse to silence him? he certainly hopes so.

    jack nods. “veteran, actually. i don’t do a whole lot of fighting, anymore.” that’s not true, but he isn’t about to tell a newcomer anything about PRIME’s shadier side. not without a good reason, anyway... and it seems counterproductive to potentially scare him off when he hasn’t even gotten a taste, yet. “new york, really? yeah, you’ll fit in just fine. the gang fights over there can be worse than the ones here, even.”

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adamroberts‌:

…Fortune telling. Now there was an idea Adam hadn’t had. He would look like such a dick in one of those carnival outfits but, hey, he could actually tell truthful futures. If he could make find a handle on it and make it work. He snorted into his drink as he took another gulp. “Could do,” He chuckled. Turning it back around on Jack, Adam got to learn a bit more about how his powers worked. The more the merrier…basically, for him.

“…Gonna regret askin’ but how much d’ya have to take for it to…ya know…do you a good while?” He had a feeling the answer was all of it… Well, at least for people without a tattoo on them. Sequences. Now wonder Jack was as depressing as Adam was. Even vampires could make do on less.

    “you could even make some extra cash. especially since, you know, you wouldn’t just be scamming gullible people.” it’s a funny thought, him sitting in some weird tent at a fair, giving people information that isn’t just pure bullshit. but he’ll have to get rid of those headaches, first. even thinking about it makes his own throb, if only because he literally faced the same fate himself a few minutes earlier. maybe it’s just leftovers, rather than the actual thought.

    jack sighs, taking another sip of his drink. “well, depends on who i’m taking it from. conduits? enough that they can’t do anything with their abilities. humans? ...you already know the answer to that one.” if he gets greedy, even conduits can drop dead, but he’s found that’s less common.  he’s got a little bit of self-control, after all. enough to give it an honest attempt to not murder everyone he feeds off of.

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adamroberts‌:

There was something about living in Chicago that… Adam couldn’t put his finger on it. Hell, he worked full time for a one bedroom apartment and knew a handful of people. Oh yeah, turns out he’s a Sequence, one of fifteen that all conduits get their power from. Maybe going back home would be better off, but…apart from his family being there, and some mates, he felt like he had more in Chicago.  He blinked his thoughts away with another drink, not minding that Jack couldn’t teleport. It would work itself out; he’d keep practicing.

“You ever think of leavin’, goin’ somewhere quieter?” Or, like Adam, did Chicago feel like the best place to be? He supposed Jack had PRIME, a job that paid well - he imagined - and his mates there. With his power…he probably shouldn’t be left alone. “Hey…what ya took from me, it enough for ya to use my powers?” He suddenly thought out loud. He seemed to be feeling fine again, the earlier dizziness and weak spell pretty much gone; did Jack still have his…Sequence energy in him?

    somewhere quieter... jack can’t imagine being able to do that. “no, not really. i don’t think it’d work out for me. you? you could pull it off. be some weird sage in the woods, give out fortunes once in a while.” it’s a joke, but his tone is still almost somber. as much as he doesn’t like people he does rely on them for his own well-being. a terrible fate, although truthfully less so for him than for anyone unfortunate to be prey. in a less populated region, he can imagine being chased out relatively quickly—much like he felt like he was in his younger years, before the military picked him up.

    “uh... maybe something small. one second didn’t give me much to work with.” he still feels adam’s sequence energy in him, but it’s not much more than a flicker. it’s also really just whetting his appetite for more, although he decides to omit that detail. “i don’t think it’d last very long if i tried, either. a few hours is the longest i usually have anything, and that’s... well, obviously i take more in those cases.”

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adamroberts‌:

That got Adam’s attention. Zach hadn’t been the most helpful in teleporting tips. Could Jack teleport? That would be handy if he could, if he could give some insider information. He gave it a few seconds, letting Jack process as he took a gulp of his own beer. Jack looked less shocked and more thoughtful now, and that made Adam think.

“Pretty much. Jus’ popped in, woke up in hospital three days later ‘n’ here I still am,” Adam shrugged, taking another drink. “So, can you teleport?” He mentally crossed his fingers. It wasn’t hard teleporting, it was like moving things with time he just…did it to himself instead. Made him dizzy though. But was easier than reversing time!

     “well, damn,” he replies, shaking his head. “i guess that’s one way to avoid paying for a plane ticket.” or a citizenship... does adam even have one? maybe PRIME or some other organization for people like them was able to hook him up without the long wait. “you haven’t thought about going back?” he wonders if he even wants to, or if he’s happier in the so-called land of opportunities. maybe he’s actually invested in finding other sequences. 

     he exhales sharply, the idea almost amusing. “who, me? no... well, not naturally.” technically, he can do anything he wants... as long as someone else has the ability for him to steal. teleporting is hardly the craziest thing he could accomplish. “if i took it from someone, i could probably do it. for a while, anyway.” an unfortunate downside to his own powers ( of which there were many ) is that he doesn’t keep what he takes, not for long.

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adamroberts‌:

The shock in Jack’s voice was exactly what he had felt waking up in a strange hospital, from a coma. And, oh yeah, in America. He snorted at Jack’s confusion, almost answering as their drinks were brought to them. So used to keeping his powers quiet, Adam closed his mouth until the guy had gone, giving him a nod in passing. When they were as alone as they could get in a bar, then Adam answered.

“That was when I found out I could teleport.” He said, leaving that there for two seconds before he elaborated. “’pparently teleportin’ halfway across the world near killed me.” As blasé as he sounded, it hadn’t been so at the time. And there he still was, in Chicago, the same city were every other sequence was… That couldn’t be a coincidence.

    “you can teleport too?” jack knows he shouldn’t be too surprised, given everything he’s experienced in life, but somehow... he is. the little taste he was given of adam’s power wasn’t enough to piece together everything he could do—far from it. then again, it’s not even uncommon for conduits to have more than one ability. he’s a loner in that aspect, too. the only thing he’ll ever be capable of is stealing from others. “that must have been... crazy.”

    he takes another gulp of his drink, trying to process everything that’s happened. wonders if every sequence has some crazy story to tell. he remembers his event. remembers the horror of it all... for others, that is. “so, what happened? you just teleported out of nowhere?”

[warrenparker]

Prescience

[jacktcrrence]

adamroberts‌:

Adam could see Jack doing well in combat; his power made him good at, well, killing. Whatever else he could do, Adam didn’t know. But combat was for one reason, to win. In war, winning meant killing the enemy for the men that sat pretty behind their desks. “How’d I get ‘ere? Well, was in England, feelin’ like shit, then I woke up a week later here ‘n a hospital. They said I was in a coma for three days.” He must have teleported, that was when it had first activated.

Why he had teleported, Adam didn’t want to think about. Finding him with her of all people…it still stung. Just a bit less than before.

   jack blinks, confused. obviously he didn’t think that adam was originally from chicago, but the answer he’s given isn’t... really what he’s been expecting, either. “wait, so you... just woke up here one day? you didn’t just move here?” that must have been quite the shock. “what the hell happened? do you even know?” his questions aren’t only out of pure curiosity—although he certainly thinks it’s warranted—but the subject is a good way to shift some of the focus off of him. for someone who hates talking about himself, he’s been doing it an awful lot. he needs a break.

    when the bartender brings their drinks, he eagerly takes a sip of his own. it’s weird, tasting something. he thinks it always will be. but it does give him something to focus on that isn’t creepily wondering if he can get away with making another grab at adam.