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[chaos_sonata]

You know, I don't think this really counts as a "kindness".

Not interested. Okay? Let me back in with Cohen, I don't wanna deal with another man's crazy idea of "fun".

...

[His masked face is now in his hands.] Please just fucking stop.


[[AU Kyle Fitzpatrick following the events of the lovely fanfic Batya because of reasons. Basically he actually has a personality beside screaming, *~*woah!!*~*]]

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OH SHIT HELLO THERE FELLOW BATYA FAN

[sonofrapture]

[Well Jack is surprised.]

Kyle? I wasn't... expecting to see you here.

8'D COMRADE

[chaos_sonata]

[Give him a moment...

And here's a grin for your patience.]

Hey there, Jack. I wasn't expecting to see you here either. But I'm glad to. [He considers taking off his mask out of courtesy, but... he'd rather Jack didn't see the mutations on his face right at the moment.]

8D

[sonofrapture]

[He's not really sure what to make of the mask, to be honest.

He's not really sure what to make of any of this encounter.]

I... I'm glad to see you too.

Is the mask new?

[This is awkward.]

[chaos_sonata]

Yes, sort of. New projects, new faces, that sort of thing. [Casually dancing around that subject like a goddamn ballerina.]

So what happened to you? I thought you were headed off to greener pastures up on the topside. Seemed pretty rushed about it too. [He's very laid back about it, like they're discussing weather. At least it's not-awkward for one of them?]

[sonofrapture]

[Jack looks surprised. He's not from as far along as Kyle is, he has no idea what he's talking about.]

Topside? I wasn't... what are you talking about?

[chaos_sonata]

[Kyle narrows his eyes, although he supposes Jack can't see that. Now that he thinks about it, Jack seems... a lot more together than he was last time they met. Much more like their first few encounters. He doesn't quite understand, but... there are a lot of things he could question that he doesn't.]

...I guess not, huh? [He chuckles, rocks his head back and forth to the tune of something akin to unexpected contentedness.] Nevermind, then. It's nothing. You'll learn soon enough. Just like everyone else. [For all the foreboding words, his tone is still pleasant and calm as ever.]

[sonofrapture]

[He stares at Kyle, confused and starting to get a little angry. He's had an awful lot of people knowing more than him and not telling him anything, and he's getting tired of it.]

What are you talking about, Kyle?

[chaos_sonata]

Oh, Rapture going to shit, mostly. [Ever so casual still.] I don't know how much you know, but it hasn't been pretty the last few days. We've got a civil war on our hands, and... I guess I'm pretty lucky getting holed up in Cohen's fruity rumpus asshole factory, everyone sort of steered clear of there. Mm... Didn't steer clear of all the chaos myself though. Gotta say I did go a little crazy... so did everyone. So did you.

[sonofrapture]

[...well, the going to shit part isn't really that much of a surprise. It was pretty definitely heading that way, but... civil war? Is that what Atlas was after?]

What kind of crazy are we talking about?

[obeyseventually]

[Considering how much attention he paid to his fort frolic mission (the minimum it took to get out of there) it's a wonder he recognizes this guy.]

... You have a personality beyond screaming?

[... Then again, he might not, considering how his meetings with the other disciples went.]

[chaos_sonata]

I like to think so, but maybe you prefer me screaming. [Shrug?

And then a confused head tilt because.... because WTF, this is not the Jack he knows. He looks so much worse than Kyle's Jack ever got.]

...Did you not make it to the surface, then? [He doesn't really get this whole 'that's not your Jack' thing yet.]

[obeyseventually]

[If by worse you clearly mean better excuse u. Pencil pusher Jack didn't get to work out his guns like this did he?? (but he probably has a nicer taste in sweaters)]

[Jack raises his eyebrow a little.]

Uh. Yes and no. Long story. Uh...






Fitzpatrick, right?

[He asks, because it's the only name from the four he remembered, and he wasn't about to call someone 'angry', 'frosty', or 'drunky' to their splicer mask.

pencil pusher jack might be a little smarter at least]

[chaos_sonata]

[Have a long pause.

A really long one.





He frowns.]

I'm hurt, Jack. [Although his tone is still light.] You'd think a few drinks and a dance would get a guy farther with you. Not mention everything else we've gotten up to. [He looks Jack over and shifts his weight.] Or did you forget all that? I mean... you clearly forgot your high standing, Mr. Ryan.

[obeyseventually]

[Surely, Kyle will enjoy watching Jack raise his eyebrows and generally look like someone just said a bunch of crazy made up shit to him.

Because uh, from his perspective yes, that's exactly what's going on. This Jack's relationship with Fitzpatrick was a little short-lived. Kind of a flash-in-the-pan.]

I think - I think one of us is missing something, here.

[That's about as close to tact and diplomacy as this Jack can get.]

I never-- I mean - you're one of Cohen's... ['Disciple' feels really weird to say, but Jack can't really settle on a better word. See what I mean? So he just kind of winces at himself and shrugs, and then thankfully shifts his focus:]

I mean. Not 'Mr. Ryan', first of all.

[chaos_sonata]

Yeah, something's definitely missing here. [He speaks slowly, mulling this over. The other Jack knew what he was talking about. And here he was all excited to get twice the Jack Ryan attention.]

True, you haven't been 'Mr. Ryan' for me for a while, but if you're gonna give me that look... [He shrugs emphatically.] I guess I'll remind you. My name is Kyle. You had a drink with me once. It ended with you in my bed. And then again when shit started going down around Rapture... Didn't see you after the third time, though. I guessed you were going topside but I hoped it wouldn't make you look as bad off as you do now. [Still, he doesn't seem angry. Casual, calm, a tiny bit disappointed.] You don't look anything like you usually do. What's with the sweater?

[obeyseventually]

[Well- that wasn't quite the direction he had intended to head in with that last line, but they were here now. Despite how calm and casual Fitzpatrick sounds, Jack feels a little on-edge. He was the disciple he never fought, just cleaned up after, and doesn't know what might be in store if he gets too offended. You'll forgive Jack for treating him like a ticking time bomb.

Yeah, we went there.

Fitzpatrick's story bothers Jack - not because of the implications of this relationship they supposedly had-

Well no, yes, actually, that did kind of bother him, because now there was more he was possibly letting this guy down about. Well - time to start trying to get things straight before they blow up in his face. He shrugs, a little.]

It's cold outside.

Listen, Fitzp-- Kyle. I don't think I'm the Jack you knew.

[chaos_sonata]

...I'm starting to think that too. [Andrew Ryan would never let his son be caught dead in that sweater. But more importantly it means there might be a universe where his fingers have not played sonatas on Jack's skin and he's not sure how he feels about that.]

What's your story then. You remember me... how much of it?

i started screaming when i saw this post last night and i haven't stopped since

[who_is]

[ oof, get a load of this guy ]

How cracked up does a man have to be to prefer the company of Sander Cohen over anything else?

:'D glad i could provide such wonderful amelodic yodeling

[chaos_sonata]

I make no claims to my own sanity but I'm sure this 'mun' isn't.

[He grimaces.]

At least Cohen's rep has been keeping your war out of the Fort. I'm not really up to being dragged out of there just yet.

idek if this is batya!atlas or not i can hardly tell the difference anymore

[who_is]

Has it, now? [ That's something of an honest surprise to him. ]

All the better that he's not taking sides for Ryan, then. [ Not that he thinks the man's got enough of his marbles left to take any sides at all. ] But I wouldn't count on that lasting too much longer.

all the same in the end :B

[chaos_sonata]

Yes, well, maybe over his dead body...

[Kyle shrugs.]

There aren't really enough people left to fight now, for what I know. I sort of hoped you'd be among the death toll.

[who_is]

[ Well, that sure wipes off the easygoing look on Atlas's face in a hurry. ]

And why might that be? [ His hand isn't going for his gun just yet, but it's close enough to keep the option viable. ]

[chaos_sonata]

You hurt Jack.

[It's a simple enough reason. He wouldn't consider himself too close to Jack, not on a personal level, but this was enough to make him decide he wasn't down for either side of the war. He'd rather both Ryan and Atlas shuffle off the mortal coil, maybe take Cohen with them out of courtesy.]

[who_is]

[ Really. Of all the bones this guy could possibly pick...

Ah, but he's getting an idea. ]

And just what is Jack to you? If you wouldn't mind humorin' me.

[chaos_sonata]

[He takes pause in this. About half of him would much rather tease him, but voices in his head left from the pheromones Atlas took control of still make him much more willing than he wants to obey.]

...A lover with a nice ass and unspliced skin. [He grimaces. Egh, that was a weird choice of words for speaking to Sir Voice of the People. But it is the closest thing to truth he could articulate.] ...I suppose the last sane person in the city, too, although I'm starting to worry about him.