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Post by Pyroclasm on Jul 30, 2016 2:47:53 GMT
-8pm, kingsport "Summerton" apartments-
...Today things hadn't quite gone as planned.
It had started out going just fine in the morning: Jack had woken up in his new apartment, gone grocery shopping, done what few chores he actually felt like doing. Then he made the biggest mistake any hero could make in a day when it came to doing daily chores: He went to a bank. You see, for normal people banks were just a boring annoying place they had to go to draw money. For heroes of any stripes, a bank was a boring annoying place where everything in the world went horribly wrong at the drop of a hat and ruined whatever you had planned for the next several hours. Why? Because banks had money. Money attracted the rather unfriendly sort that were bank robbers. Guess who showed up at the bank when Vinland went to withdraw money to pay his rent?
Needless to say, Jack wasn't an unprepared man. Though he had no uniform of any sort, he was at least smart enough to have a ski-mask. While Pyroclasm wasn't technically liscensed to operate as a hero with his powers, jack wasn't about to let a bank robbery with what seemed to be extremely unstable bank robbers take place. If he had, someone would have died, and that was completely unacceptable. So in the heat of the moment Jack had quietly (and with a speed that human's couldn't keep up with) slipped into the bathroom and donned a Ski mask and some gloves before getting to work.
Four minutes and six unconscious and beaten up robbers (broken bones included) later, the task was done. Needless to say, Pyroclasm didn't stay around to bask in the glory of his accomplishment. The idea that heroes would stay around on scene to greet the police like a happy pet and say "look at the good thing I did!" was nonsensical in this day and age. They would lock you up for that, possibly with good reason depending on what happened. A reckless, destructive and self-congratulatory hero could be worse than a compassionate villain after all, because they could do far more damage in pursuit of whatever "justice" they believed in. Then again, maybe Pyroclasm didn't have room to talk. For while he was a careful sort, his "sin" was far greater in his own opinion.
Though when Jack got back to his place, that still left a massive problem. Even with how careful he was, even with how little he had attempted to leave behind, people were going to notice that kind of superhero power. Not many heroes could move as fast or hit as hard as he could, and he had a distinct set of abilities that, if anyone that knew him from the past saw in action, they would know it was him. They had caught his heroic act on camera as well, which meant that inevitably people were going to start looking for him.
That and Jack hadn't really done much to hide himself anymore: his name was on the damn lease of the apartment. A simple search of records and someone might put two and two together. Then people would come knocking on his door. While Jack had wanted to move back to kingsport and meet his comrades at the initiative, he had wanted to do it at his own pace. He wanted time to...Adjust. Though maybe that was just an excuse to isolate and drink, something that deep down he knew he was doing but couldn't admit.
Surprisingly however, as Pyroclasm finished his dinner at his dining room table, no one had showed up yet. Maybe he was overestimating the investigative powers of the initiative when they were busy? or maybe they had just brushed it off due to how careful and considerate Jack was about not getting shit blown up or people killed? It was impossible to say.
What he didn't realize was that someone was indeed onto him, and was about to come knocking at his door...
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Post by HIRO ADACHI on Jul 30, 2016 4:07:04 GMT
knock. knock. knock.
a fist had made contact with the door's wooden surface, the length of carved material trembling slightly due to the insistent request for entry. on the other side a male stood, his eyes revealing a storm of emotions that were barely concealed underneath a mask of stoicism. he had been informed an hour or so ago and requested to investigate the sudden surge of newfound information that centered around a certain someone once considered gone. perhaps 'gone' was far too vague a term - but it described the circumstances that surrounded pyroclasm well enough. hiro would struggle to remain civil, trembling lightly within the casual attire he had hurriedly donned on his way out of his own home.
knock. knock. knock.
perhaps it was a foolish decision to allow someone such as himself to tackle such a tasking - but there was good sense in the decision. he was a civilian despite all of his capabilities, and would most likely be viewed as non-threatening in comparison to pyoclasm's former peers. everything was to remain as inconspicuous as possible as well, and he could manage that. hiro inhaled sharply, unable to focus on if there was any amount of movement within the building. it was late, after all, and the bowman soon felt as though this would make for poor timing. still, he would remain, and he would try until someone answered. and as the door began to slide open the man's eyes grew alight with a terrible rush of potent anger.
his right hand soon curled tightly, and hiro's newly formed fist would aim for that damnably familiar face once it was presented to him.
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Post by Hope on Jul 30, 2016 4:57:22 GMT
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[attr="class","awayfrom"]Several hours before
"So, Hope, do you know the reason why you're called in?" Said the Chairman of Initiative (his father) before him. He heaved a sigh, figuring out he is unsure as to why he was summoned. It's no fault of his, he wasn't informed of the details after all. But, now, he is about to find out:
"Let me brief your mission: Do you remember a B-Ranked Hero that resigned two years ago? I'm sure you do, you should remember, he is one of the few acquaintances of yours, as far as I recall. Now, there hasn't been any news from him, but there are rumours, of course. And, I want you to find out the truth - use force to detain him, only if necessary, if not persuade him to resume his duty. "
"Consider it done, since he is somebody of my interest - as you mentioned; which, I should thank you for reminding, for I almost forgotten about him, this time I'd be willing to let this one go, father. Think of it as me doing you a personal favour, you will have to repay me someday." Hope glanced at the man who issued him the mission, a man who, at one point, he'd dearly addressed as father - but now he'd rather not, because of the strain in their relationship. Hope turned himself around to walk towards the door, as he was holding the handle his father breathed in hard, and he can hear it, it was rather loud.
"Hope, what do you know about him? " he inquired, with an annoying probing tone that he's familiar with, when he wants something out of Hope. The curiosity is there, and Hope can clearly place it, but there's also a concern in his tone, the first in many years he heard, could he be worried for him? Or, for the missing hero that he is meant to find.
"Not that much, why did you ask? I never thought you'd be interested in personal level details of a hero that is more or less disposable to you, with that said, I will now search for him. If you will excuse me." His tone was filled with enmity, whether he noticed it or not was not Hope's concern.
"No reason, off you go. I hope for the best of result. Don't betray my trust, Hope. " His voice was now stern. The same condescending tone that incited his ire in the past.
Hope nodded his head, but he didn't look back. Closing the door, he didn't slam the door behind him like usual
Present Time
Hope has been tailing a civilian for quite sometime, it's his lead to Jack, the missing superhero. And, as he believed in tailing him he might find a clue - he was spot on. The man was leading him to the place that might very well be Jack's residence, that he never knew of. He simply waited, keeping himself out of the civilian's sight. Hope also tried to avoid any public interaction, keeping himself low-profile.
Hope followed him without raising any suspicions. Now, only several feet of distance stood between Hope and the civilian, whom he recalled to be named Hiro. Another person from his past, just like Jack. He waited for anymore movement, and watched as he knocked on a door. It doesn't deem that this endeavour was fruitful, the place seemed empty as nobody answered, however moments later. The door opened, Hope readied himself in case Jack wanted to avoid them. But, what happened was something out of his imagination, that Jack would be met with a fist to his face.
Hope moved in closer, in no time he was standing by Hiro's side, he was still unnoticeable unless the both of them look carefully to their side. He exhaled lightly before speaking, looking at the two before him with mild interest. Hoping they didn't actually leave him out considering he is well acquainted with the two of them. They should remember.
"What is this, a reunion or a fight?" This will be the first time he interjected their meeting with a casual remark, which will be interesting to see if they'd wanted him with them, or not. But, his mission must be done. However, looking at this scene that is nostalgic, he will resume after.
While his face remained blank, for the most part. His tone of voice couldn't quite betray him: excitement can be heard.
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Post by Pyroclasm on Jul 30, 2016 5:37:10 GMT
As Vinland finished the last bite of his meal, he heard a rather hard knock at the door. For a moment he froze as he realized that the worst-case scenario had possibly come...or it could have been Fedex with a wrong address. That had happened a few times already. Quietly standing up, Jack made his way to the front door, hearing another loud series of knocks at the door, Jack didn't even bother to look through the eyehole to see who it was, his naturally reckless behavior (and tiny buzz of what alcohol would be in his system) throwing caution to the wind. When he opened the door, Jack saw a friendly face: Hiro, an old friend of his. Then another familiar face, Hope, another younger friend of his whom Jack had a fun time calling "Kid". Then in slow motion he saw one of Hiro's hands move up toward him. Oh good. That was a punch. Didn't look too heavy at first glance, but maybe-
Before Jack could finish his slightly buzzed thoughts on the matter, the punch connected. It was a very, VERY hard punch. Hard enough that Jack was knocked backward off balance and sailed backward into the hallway wall, leaving a small jack-shaped impression in the wall from his impact. surprisingly enough, Pyroclasm was completely unharmed. The same couldn't be said for his wall.
"Son of a *****...." Jack hissed, cursing to himself as he extricated himself from the drywall, bits of fiberglass insulation now stuck to him. The door was wide open at this point, so his comrades could have let themselves in if they wanted to. And also notice the fact that Jack was currently pulling himself out from the wall.
"...Hiro...You broke my apartment wall! And who the hell punches people when they open a door?! What the hell man, did you become a door to door karate salesman or something? Because if so you need a way better pitch...I'd tell you to get lost, but then you'd probably just break my door, so get inside you jackasses." Jack complained. Looking at his wall with some disdain. Guiding his former comrades into the apartment, through the living area and into the dining area, Jack was slightly embarressed that he had quite a number of empty bottles of various alcoholic beverages lying around. Hopefully his two guests would look past the fact that they weren't exactly coming in when he was his best.
Then again, when again these days was jack remotely close to being medium, let alone best?
Jack didn't say anything as he sat down at the dinner table with his two comrades. The bottle he had been working on before they had showed up was looking mighty tasty. Still, he wanted to at least hear what they had to say first.
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Post by HIRO ADACHI on Jul 30, 2016 6:16:18 GMT
hiro would cast his friend a narrowed look, now satisfied that he had been physically reprimanded for his previous actions.
"fool."
that single word was imbued with the blistering anger that he had been forced to conceal for far too long. despite the dull throbbing of his knuckles and his prominently bared teeth hiro felt as though a soothing balm had been applied to his very soul. it was presented as a sensation of relief that washed over him in waves once he was allowed to confirm that this was indeed his old friend.
he remains the same, he thought.
his shoulders sagged lightly, his threatening stance losing its previously held rigidness as he shifted his gaze from pyroclasm to hope - an individual he hadn't expected to take part in this encounter. and once he realized that he had allowed his emotions to overwhelm him he averted his gaze, but was far too stubborn to utter some form of apology for damaging the apartment's interior. he would cover the expenses and ensure that his old companion would not be forced to dip into his own personal funds.
once invited inside the japanese male would proceed to cast the apartment looks of obvious disapproval. both were aware enough of the civilian's level of cleanliness, and his next few words were to be expected.
"it is filthy here," the bowman started, nose slightly wrinkled. "do you no longer remember how to clean after yourself?"
instead of settling at the single table with his fellows the man removed his shoes out of habit and went about collecting up the bottles, his features remaining tight and his scowl trembling at the corners ever so slightly. once the emptied bottles were properly disposed of the man continued to move about, sweeping up the bits of debris that had clung onto the carpet and ensuring any amount of mess that could be remedied with a few cleaning tools were dealt with. hiro maintained a certain level of silence. admittedly, the prosecutor needed a moment to recover from such a surge of emotion, no longer trusting himself to restrain his anger at that particular moment.
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Post by Hope on Jul 30, 2016 6:44:51 GMT
| | I don't need anything else All I need is you
[attr="class","awayfrom"]"That was a powerful punch, Hiro-san", complimenting the man's action in a dry manner. Hope wasn't concerned as Jack should be able to handle that level of punch, Hiro wasn't weak, not for a civilian - he was rather powerful, but Jack is on a completely different level, of course. Speaking volumes of his two acquaintance.
Hope looked at the wall, he muttered to himself: "I guess, the collateral will be paid by Jack." He grinned to no one but himself, and jokingly muttered that, knowing Hiro will of course pay for the damage. Following the two inside after the small charade that happened between the two. Jack guided them inside, leading them from the living area to the dining area. He saw what a mess this place is, a heap of mess, he should add. But, he didn't mind seeing, once upon a time, he was also rather messy - with leaving left-overs all over his room. He was not about to be a hypocrite here.
He saw that Hiro took the initiative, given his looks of disapproval Hope had a rough idea that he wanted to at least clean this place, in turn Hope would follow suit in helping him tidy up the place, so that it will become a more pleasing environment for them to discuss what is needed for them to conclude this hide-and-seek, Jack must come back with them. Even if he must resort to the use of force.
Hope allowed the man, Hiro, to immerse himself in letting his emotions to settle back into place, meanwhile he approached the dining table where Jack is sitting, promptly sitting himself down on one of the empty chairs.
"So, you should know why I'd come over myself to find you." He inhaled then exhaled before continuing. Giving himself time to regain his composure after losing it for a moment earlier, as he was a little excited by the encounter.
"I have heard you resigned, sometime two years ago - the question is, where have you been? What have you been doing all this time, Jack. We are worried for you."
"Of course, I will give you time to answer, and I know it's not really my place to pry and probe about what happened, but if you're willing, please tell me. " He shook his head.
Hope's face indicated of having loss it's stress and strains, he felt less tense than earlier, when the scuffle happened. Of course, seeing the unexpected would put you on edge.
While waiting, he glanced at the bottle that remained on the table, it appears untouched, and it reminded him of the first time they met, where Jack offered him a bottle.
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Jul 30, 2016 19:47:35 GMT
Post by Pyroclasm on Jul 30, 2016 19:47:35 GMT
HIRO ADACHI, Hope, "uh...Hiro?" This honestly wasn't the reaction from Hiro that Jack had been expecting. The man was a stern, serious and extremely intelligent individual, so seeing Hiro suddenly deride Jack about the cleanliness of his apartment was enough to cause Pyroclasm to raise an eyebrow at his old friend. It wasn't that bad, was it? Okay, it was pretty bad, but did he have to go about picking up all the damn bottles and throwing them out? Jack was going to get around to that at some point. Maybe? Possibly? With superhuman efficiency that Jack almost envied, the apartment was cleaned of bottles before Hiro finally sat down. "...Uh, thanks?" After that slightly awkward side note, things finally got down to business, though maybe Jack shouldn't have been too happy about that. For the immediate question that came up was the one that he wanted to answer the least. It was a question that Jack had spent the last 2 years running from, trying to avoid, trying to not think about. He had already thought about it enough to last a lifetime, and was constantly reminded of it even when he didn't want to be by the nightmares that would forever haunt him for the rest of his life. Much like Hope had accurately predicted, Jack was silent as he felt a wave of dread rush over him. After a few silent movments, Jack chugged the rest of the beer bottle down next to him before responding. "I thought you knew." Jack said flatly. He thought the had let the initiative know why he left. It really couldn't have been more obvious if left in the open though. His wife, Melissa, had been a member of the initiative too: not a well known one though. It may have made sense that they didn't disclose her death, but it didn't make Pyroclasm's position any less difficult. Then again, there were a lot of things about Jack's past that weren't openly available to know, even at the initiative. This was one of those things he wished was, if only to spare him the pain of having to explain it. "...My wife was killed while on duty at the initiative." Jack responded. As he did, he quietly stood up and walked into the kitchen, grabbing another bottle to drink: While it wasn't a beer, it was a hard lemonade, so the alcohol still might help. Sitting back down, Jack popped the top of the bottle off with his thumb, the cap flying across the room somewhere he didn't care to go look for at the moment. Not wanting to continue the very painful subject that had be dredged to the surface, Pyroclasm immediately tried to re-shift the focus of the conversation. "I'm guessing your here because you want me to rejoin the initiative? I'm sorry, but I need time to think about it. Time alone." Jack quickly added. While part of him was indeed happy to see his friends, he was not currently in a very sociable mood. Especially after having the memories of his lost wife dredged up from the darkest places of his mind.
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Post by HIRO ADACHI on Jul 31, 2016 4:58:44 GMT
the civilian inhaled deeply, his arms crossed and his eyes having fallen shut once he had been allowed a moment to reign himself in. they were all settled - yet such a reunion felt rather poor in quality. it was tense and made for a somewhat unpleasant affair, and one that could possibly end on a sour note if not handled properly. hope had made the wise choice of taking the lead, raising questions that hiro was admittedly eager to hear the answers for. still, he felt as though the hero's presence could possibly result in confrontation.
and yet it was i who had struck first, he thought, brows furrowing lightly.
"your wife," hiro began, his tone steadied. "a terrible loss, indeed."
he opened his eyes so to peer at the former hero, flickers of sadness betraying the flattened expression of his handsome features. it was a terrible occurrence, and one that he had mourned over. it was jack's following disappearance that had caused him to immediately fear the worst, for such a career could potentially result in death. the prosecutor had often been advised in the past to avoid bonding with those whom were affiliated with the initiative; for they lived dangerously and unpredictably.
"if you do not desire to return..."
hiro paused for a moment, a look of concentration flitting across his expression.
"... then it is best that you legally withdraw from the organization," he advised. "but by doing so you must also surrender your right to any form of heroism."
he leaned in closer, serious as he attempted to advise his friend of his present situation.
"your previous actions were not wise, my friend. they will label you a vigilante at a moment's notice and paint a target upon your back. i have dealt with such cases -"
a quiet breath escaped him.
"- and i would prefer if you were not caged due to random bouts of selflessness."
the man dipped his head.
"perhaps it is possible you will be given time," he said. "but most are forced to consider their options within the confines of a cell. i fear that your former comrades will be forced to act if they are given the order."
hiro's gaze shifted toward hope, his suspicions clear.
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Post by Hope on Jul 31, 2016 6:06:30 GMT
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[attr="class","awayfrom"]Having heard the explanation, Hope come to understand that he went through a lot while retired, in the past two years he had kept the knowledge of his wife's death to himself. Hope was distressed by the revelation, he need a few moments to gather himself and think. What would he do at this very moment, to alleviate this heavy atmosphere. He was wrought with anxiety and stress that crawls underneath his head.
"Okay, time out, give me a moment to think" his normally controlled tone of voice is almost out of order, with the sudden reveal. Of course, he had heard rumours, but for it to be confirmed, and the state his friend is at when explaining what had happened and why, he is struck by guilt.
"First of all, I'm sorry, and my condolence - it was a bit sudden, but the truth is I already know your situation; it was rude of me to try and reaffirm it out of you, Jack."
He shook his head briefly, then he heaved a sigh, knowing it was his fault that this meeting turned out to be poor. Hope, not knowing how to defuse the situation gave away a weak smile, he was panicking deep inside, but on the outside he is trying to stay calm. A moment later he continued to speak:
"Okay, so let's see..."
After giving Hiro some private time to give Jack some advise, Hope leaned in closer towards them; Hope believed that Hiro had drawn suspicion in his personally coming down here to retrieve Jack, that he might be incarcerated. Hope dispelled the notion, looking at Hiro's suspicious glance.
"That you should not worry, it's true that I am here on order to bring you back - but at my discretion, I will give you some lee-way, I will think of a way where you don't have to be dragged in with force, I will give you time to think. "
He paused, turning off the button that recorded their conversation, of course this is without the other two noticing. He held his left hand out to his forehead, it was quite a dilemma for him to decide his options.
"You must be quick however, I cannot give you all the time you need to decide - I will help as best as I can, but I'm only able help out so much, until you decide for yourself. "
He finally exhaled lightly, as the situation was somewhat tense, looking at Jack and Hiro painfully. Unable to utter apologetic remarks, his lips remained sealed until he mustered the courage to speak in understanding manner.
"I'm sorry for my audacity to ask about something that reminded you guys of the past, I genuinely didn't know that it was all true - what I was told in the Initiative."
He looked at both Jack and Hiro, full of remorse in his facial expression and tone, but for his friends he will try not to appear so dejected by their current situation.
Hoping that they understand he's already risking so much, by not fulfilling the status quo of his assignment.
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Post by Pyroclasm on Jul 31, 2016 7:58:22 GMT
Well this had gone absolutely terribly.
All things considered however, Jack couldn't blame his two friends for the position they were in. It didn't make Jack's feelings of frustration and rage any less potent though. To summarize, they had come to his home unannounced, and rudely intruded upon Jack's dwelling to deliver him with warning messages and ultimatums about his future. That didn't include Hiro punching him in the face and ruining his wall. It wasn't Jack who had tried to rob that bank, it wasn't Jack who pointed a gun at people. All he did was prevent something awful from happening and-
Jack's train of thought was interrupted when the bottle in his hand suddenly cracked, making a very audible sound that could easily be heard throughout the room. The bottle was still intact only due to Jack's naturally incredible precision and control of his ability. Had he been any angrier the bottle might have simply exploded in his hand from the sheer superhuman grip strength that Pyroclasm naturally possessed. Letting out a long and drawn out audible sigh, Jack then responded.
"...Tomorrow afternoon. Tomorrow afternoon I'll go and re-register with the initiative. Reserve-duty, part time only, with selective workload. Those are my conditions. I still also want plenty of time to myself." Jack responded. While he wasn't exactly a lawyer, he knew how these kinds of things worked. That, and he had been around Hiro long enough with his legalese bullshit to know how to handle these kinds of situations. Sort of. Jack's usual importance in a team was just being a genuinely super strong brick who could take hits that no one else could, being an intellectual wasn't exactly part of his reprotoire. The only degree Pyroclasm officially had was from his time in the military.
And that only covered ass-kicking.
"Before that though, we have a much bigger goddamn problem." Jack said, his tone of voice lifting up somewhat to a more jovial and less somber one. Possibly because he was finally getting a sufficient buzz from the copious amounts of alcohol he had drank."that is this: how the hell am I supposed to explain to my landlord why there is a man-shaped hole in the wall near my doorway. You don't get to come to my front door all edgy-faced and angry, punch me in the face and send me into my own wall, then leave saying you'll find some contractors. Contractors who wont show up for a month and I'll have to pay anyway to get the job done. That's just not cool. So unless one of you has the superpowers of Bob the f'ing builder and can fix my wall in a jiffy, we're going to have to talk about this." Jack stated, pointing the top of his cracked bottle of hard lemonade at Hiro.
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Jul 31, 2016 15:44:58 GMT
Post by HIRO ADACHI on Jul 31, 2016 15:44:58 GMT
the japanese male's eyebrow twitched upward, an unimpressed look now fixed upon his features. yes, he was still very much aware of the expenses that would need to be attended to. still, hiro was not concerned, a small smile now slipping its way onto his face as he responded to his friend. it was a rare sight, truly, and one he only reserved for those whom he was relatively close to.
"think of it as punishment," he responded. "but you have no need to worry, jack. i am a honorable man and will pay what is due."
he stood, gaze shifting as he took in the interior of the apartment. it made for adequate living conditions, yet the prosecutor still considered them inferior to his own. as he moved he stepped upon the discarded cap that jack had carelessly allowed to fly, the pointed ends digging into his feet. thankfully he was still wearing socks, otherwise his reaction would have been much stronger in comparison. hiro's nostrils immediately flared and he cast jack a pointed look before proceeding to pick up the discarded item and flick it toward pyroclasm's head with the barest hint of strength behind the movement. it was an, admittedly, childish gesture. yet the man felt as though it was entirely necessary.
"it has been several years," hiro said, peering into the sink and noting the dishes that were messily stacked there. "have you been well? i can only hope that you are still competent enough to serve the initiative. it was far too easy to knock you off of your own feet."
the man chuckled quietly, shifting his attentions to hope. the male's physique was somewhat different than their own - while they could be considered muscular in comparison the active hero could be better described as lean and narrowly built. yet he possessed a series of potent abilities that far surpassed their own. hiro had sparred with him on numerous occasions in the past, and very rarely did he ever gain any form of advantage over the man.
"if you desire any form of revenge," the man continued, eyeing jack with raised brows. "then you need only inform me of the time and place."
it would be fairly entertaining to indulge in such activity, especially since the intensity of the interaction had been allowed to fade. now they were old friends again, and all would be well if they managed to thoroughly salvage their past relationship.
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Post by Hope on Aug 1, 2016 14:25:48 GMT
| | I don't need anything else All I need is you
[attr="class","awayfrom"]'Okay, so tomorrow afternoon you will re-register." Hope nodded his head confirming his decision, being glad that his friend made up his mind relatively quick despite the pressures, he was just as Hope expected.
"Reserve-duty, part time only, with selective workload. Those your my conditions, huh. Okay, I'll see if I can relay and get that approved by the higher ups, Jack." His eyes now gleaming with resolve.
Hope smiled for the first time, genuinely this time, all of their problems were out of the way - with them resolving their differences, Hope believed they could be like how they were once before, happy together as comrades. Hope was glad that it was sorted - which was easier than he thought, considering he came prepared to drag Jack by any means necessary if diplomatic talk doesn't work on him.
Hope after hearing him berating about the collateral damage thought of something: "How about this, I can do you the favour of repairing it, Jack. With my power it's possible.." Hope briefly glanced at Hiro who already spoken about repairing it "but since Hiro insist I might not, because knowing him he may just have it done right now. "
Hope glanced at Hiro, who is now looking at him, not avoiding his stare - he sort get the gist of what he was thinking, a reminiscent of the past, of their encounters and sparring is what he can see in those eyes. He breathed in and out slowly now, having regained his composure, giving the two some time to speak about punishing those who took away the live of Jack's wife in an ostensibly legal manner, or not.
Hope chuckled by hearing their talk. They had managed to somewhat salvage their near broken relationship today, he was thankful for the opportune moment to step in earlier into the fray of their meeting, he was glad that he did.
He looked at the bottle of beer on top of the table, remembering who Jack's wife was, not speaking he thought: "Rest in peace, I will take care of Jack". As he too was acquainted with her, even if he didn't know her well.
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