dear_mun | New voice, please be gentle

[ Oh, this is too good.

Granted, this isn't the first Jack who's found themselves controlled by a mun, and it won't be the last, but still. The sweet irony never gets old. ]

Life on the outside treating you well, boyo?

[ He puts on that much-loved Irish lilt, keeps his tone on the right side of innocent, just to see how the kid will react. ]

[Jack wasn't really into this whole happy reunion. If he had realized that Fontaine was going to be here he would have been more...straight foreword towards his mun about not using him as a puppet. ~~with a golf club to the head maybe~~]

You're dead so that is a bonus.

[He doesn't want to talk about personal life to this loser. Not after everything he had done to him-everything he had put Jack through.]

[ He laughs, and drops the phoney accent. No love lost, then. ]

Not in here, I'm not. Or didja not figure it out about the different universes yet? [ He reaches into a pocket and pulls out a box of cigars, nicer than any blue-collar freedom fighter would be carrying around. ] Poor kid. I shoulda told Suchong to give ya more'n two brain cells to rub together.

[Well he kind of had an idea about different universes upon arrival but it was a lot to take in. Jack was still hurt from all the lies Fontaine had put him through. Hell, he had kind of had feelings for Atlas and that had made it worse. Added more fuel to the fire you could say.]

I could change that.

[It was a threat, yes.He wasn't able to get plasmids top side but he could get them here. He still remembered how to use them. But even if he couldn't get them here he still had his wrench and he could do some damage with that. Stop tempting him Fontaine]

Calm down, kid. Y'always did have a hair trigger temper.

[ Outwardly: he's perfectly chill and casual, even a little amused. In a lazy movement, he chops off the end of the cigar with a silver cigar cutter.

Inwardly: he's a little wary. Well, you can't be permakilled in d_m, but maybe Jack can still cause him some pain here. Best not push him too far too soon. ]

After all you put me through you're telling me to calm down?

[He's upset but he feels he has every right to be. He had cut through hundreds of splicers and risked his life thinking he was saving some family that didn't exist. Instead he was spiraled into a world and found out his life outside Rapture was nothing but a fantasy.
But he just stood his ground. His left hand balled up in a fist as he glared at Fontaine.]

Didn't stutter, did I?

[ He pockets the cigar cutter, and brings out a lighter, still all measured unconcern.

Then he smirks. ]

I figure what with everything, last thing you want is your temper controllin' you too.

[ It's a bit of a shot in the dark, but Fontaine knows the kid's history, and he knows how he feels about being controlled. Here's hoping he goes for it. ]

[The fist unfurls but he takes a few angry stomps towards him and grabs him by the collar with an clearly pissed look. But once Fontaine said the last statement he took a moment to gather himself and let go. Because Fontaine was right, he didn't want to be controlled.
But like a child throwing a bit of a tantrum he tried to knock the cigar out of Fontaine's hand to get even with him. There, take that, you jerk]

[ JEEZ that was close. JEEZ.

Fontaine just... kind of quietly deals with losing the cigar, because if Jack grabs his collar again he thinks he might wet himself. God. He asked for a huge strong war machine and he sure as hell got one. Jack, buddy, you were a much better business partner before Tenenbaum took out the mind control.

He's actually visibly rattled, this time. He may be a good actor but he's not literally magic.

Still, he mostly manages to sound casual when he looks at the cigar on the ground and says: ]

I'll let that one slide.

[That rattled look was something that made Jack feel a hell of a lot better. He could strike fear in this guy, this person who once was just a voice through a radio. A man that he had trusted. He would never make the mistake of trusting someone so easily again. He sneered at the comment, because he knew Frank was still trying to sound like he was in control of the situation. He held out a hand expectantly.]

Would you kindly give me the cigars.

[Of course it was in a mock fashion when he stated that but he was sure that Frank didn't want to be grabbed again. He wanted him to see just how much the tables were turned at the moment.]

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[ Whatever Fontaine had been about to say dies on his lips. He looks at Jack.

Interesting.

He's not a huge fan of tables being turned, at least not when they're being turned on him, but he can work with this. He's curious about this. This is a side of the kid he hasn't seen a lot of. ]

All ya had to do was ask, [ he says, lifting an eyebrow. ] Hell, I'll even prep one for ya, why not. [ He slides a cigar out of the box, snips off the end and offers it to Jack, casual as you like.

He's aware of what the gesture means, but it won't hurt to let the kid think he's in control. You know. Besides kinda bruising his pride. This is just a test. Gotta give a little to get a lot.

Fontaine watches Jack's response. ]

[That glare was still there as he looks at them. He wants the box Fontaine, you bought such nice cigars and he wants to ruin them in front of you. So he takes another step closer, trying to intimidate the other man.]

The whole box.

[His voice was a bit more demanding. Jack was making it perfectly clear he was losing his patience.]

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[ ...

Fontaine manages not to look sour as he hands over the box.

It's much more useful to look intrigued. ]

You're enjoying this, ain't ya, kid.

[He opens the box and takes the cigars out one by one. Snapping them in half and throwing them on the ground where his foot would connect with them and make it impossible for the cigars to be used.]

Yes.

[He was getting back at him for everything. This wasn't going to make up for it but hey-it was a start in Jack's mind. once he finished he looked at him.]

To think such a coward wanted to rule Rapture.

[Another blow to Fontaine's ego he hoped.]

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[ Fontaine... really doesn't give a shit about the cigars, there are more where those come from. The sick burn, on the other hand, is unpleasant. This isn't cowardice, buddy; it's called being careful. Guess they didn't program that one into you, huh.

He keeps the displeasure off his face. ♫ Conceal, don't feeeeel ]

Did rule Rapture, [ he reminds Jack pleasantly. ] Didn't last long, but ya can't pretend the plan didn't work.

[Jack used to run towards machines that were shooting at him hoping to hack them. There wasn't a careful bone in this babes body.

He frowned though. But hey, he was more powerful then Fontaine was. He managed to kill him before and that was what mattered. He could always win again if the need arose.]

Was it worth it?

[A couple minutes of fame, unable to really do much within that short time frame. Jack honestly couldn't see how it would be.]

[ Ugh, this kid.

For a moment, Fontaine fondly remembers a time when anyone who talked to him like this would've woken up dead at the bottom of the salt pond. God, those were good times.

When he thinks about how much of his life and energy he put into his long con, only for it (and him) to meet that ignoble end...

His mouth twitches irritably. ]

Had its ups and downs.

Mostly it's downs.

[He said almost immediately and there was a hint of a smile. A very cold smile. It was a terrible time for him, after all he had been going through so much. He had a lot of trust issues now, he no longer knew what to believe either. Those memories from Kansas, all of it was fiction. To him Fontaine had gotten what he deserved.]

[ Yeah, thanks for that.

It's time for the tables to spin again. Jack's gotten in a few too many punches.

Luckily, there's something else on Fontaine's mind as well. He's not forgotten the way Jack was sneering when he asked so kindly for those cigars. It's little conversational details along those lines that make the wheels turn in his brain.

His face sours, but this time it's on purpose. ]

Having fun puttin' me down, kiddo?

[He's enjoying it, it's true. But he doesn't like to be put on Fontaine's level. Because being put down was something that Fontaine did to him after Jack found out that he was an experiment that had been made for Frank. The little kicks and punches to his ego as he made his way to have the final stand off in Rapture.
So Fontaine had no room to talk, no room to make him feel guilty. So his smile slowly turned into a thin line on his face as he rose his fist up and attempted to punch him hard a crossed the cheek.]

[ He was actually half-expecting that, so he starts to move, but Jack's faster and Fontaine only manages to soften the blow. He staggers sideways, a hand on his stinging jaw. ]

Ow, christ.

[ He regains his footing a bit further away from Jack, a hand pressed to his smarting jaw. You piece of dogshit, you goddamn abortion, you test tube reject freak.

Fontaine laughs, spitting blood. ]

Thought so! You're makin' me proud, kid!

[He should be thankful that he punched him instead of sending a swarm of bees after him. Or better yet catch him on fire.]

Do you really want me to punch you again?

[He was making it clear that he would do it again. Don't test him Fontaine.]

[ A bloody-toothed grin. ]

That's what I made you for, ain't it? Go ahead and show me what I paid for.

[ It's not just the punch-drunkness talking. He doesn't know how long he'll be kept in this conversation, but while he's here, he intends to leave a mark that can't be dug out by some interfering kraut. Sticks and stones might break his bones, but words can really ruin your life. ]

[He rose his fist up again before bringing it own but stopped a mere inch from his face.]

You know what? You aren't worth it.

[It came out as a low growl. Fontaine wasn't worth the energy of punching him. Fontaine was a sleazy dirt bag after all.]

Bright side, at least you'll be you. Instead of whatever we were before all that.

Unless your mun's taking you from the middle of our little adventure.

He's thinking about taking me from some point during our time in Rapture.

[And it shows just how disappointing that is with that frown he's wearing.]

My condolences.

Are you going to be the only one from our world, then?

[A roundabout way of asking, 'is our mutual "friend" going to be joining you?']

I think so...at least Fontaine won't be there that I know of. But my mun thinks he needs some more practice with me before writing a...application.

[This is still all new to Jack.]

[He nods, but doesn't look too concerned.]

Well. Believe it not, I hear the bald jackass is trickier to play than we are, so you might still be safe by then. So long as your mun doesn't want to let others play with that phrase of ours.

Might want to be ready for that anyway, though. Someone's going to try it, I can guarantee it.

We can hope can't we? If I never see his face again it would be to soon.

[At the mention of the phrase he frowned a bit.]

My mun would actually get a kick out of it, he's no better than Fontaine.

[He actually laughs.]

They just love that, don't they? Can you believe mine has not one, but two private storylines going on with the intent to reinstate the mind control in me? We're not even safe if we're post-game!

She thinks it's fun to write. I think it just makes me wish 'death of the author' was more literal.

[He makes a face at that.]

Two?! Christ, you're kidding.

I think if anyone had someone trying to reinstate that into their brain, they would be wishing the same thing.

[He's a good ending Jack, he honestly looks worried about that. Because he has no idea what would happen to the girls if his own mun wanted to do that. It's enough to make him shudder.]

Don't I wish.

[This Jack's a good-end too, and believe me, he's not happy about it either. The girls in those storylines, at least, are older - whoever hasn't been adopted out (because there are twenty one of them to rescue) is old enough to stay alone or have alternate living arrangements. Still.]

She insists it'll end up okay, but I don't care. Doesn't make the middle part any less awful.

At the end of our time in Rapture we were 'okay'.

[He still didn't like the memories, they were still pretty fresh to him. The girls were still young, he had 5 at home to take care of. Even though he was able to leave and have a life the scars from that place were permanent. Physically and mentally. He had a long time of grief due to the false memories, mourning for people who never even existed.]

I don't understand how that's a good excuse. My mun has plenty of bad ideas of things to do to me. I don't understand what makes them think they have the right.

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