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He's not hard to find, the guy whom Ryuk described: tall, dark-haired, with the good looks of a film idol, clad in a grey oxford shirt, sleeves rolled above his elbows, over black trousers held up with braces, a vaguely military about him. He's currently standing over a table in the main room, at work fletching some arrows (someone's been stealing his from the quiver he keeps in the kitchen, but he's not letting that dampen his spirits) and humming a World War One marching song under his breath.

He's in a very good mood today. That may change...

Title taken from an episode of Miracle Day. Back-dated to around the time of Ryuk and Ines's conversation. Looking specifically for a snarky lady from the 1950s, but anyone looking for an ex-Time Agent is free to tap ye typist (he may need a good stiff drink after meeting his possible baby-daddy's ladyfriend).


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Jul. 19th, 2013 01:08 am (UTC)
Well, here she is. The cigarette is already tapped between her lips, the ribbon of smoke floats lazily towards the ceiling. Ines' eyes are lazily surveying the room.

And then, bingo. Target acquired.

"Jack Harkness, I presume?"
Jul. 19th, 2013 06:35 pm (UTC)
He'll look up at the sound of that voice. "In the flesh," he says, with that 500 watt smile of his. "And what can I do for a lovely lady whom I haven't had the pleasure of meeting till now?"
Jul. 19th, 2013 09:22 pm (UTC)
Augh, she already finds him annoying.

Way too fucking sunny disposition, that one.

"Clarify a few things," she replies, walking up to him, not quite for anything seductive, and pointing a finger onto his chest.

"Have you been fucking the Warden?"

Yes, she's blunt like that.
Jul. 19th, 2013 09:44 pm (UTC)
"Directness: I like that," he says, a bit surprised but not displeased by her approach. If anything, he finds people who don't put up with his bullshit to be worthy counterparts (some even stand as something of a moral compass for him). He'll set down the feathers he was holding and, typist willing, try to take her hand in both of his. "But to answer your question: more like being fucked by the Warden; little guy like that I'd rather have on top of me, so I don't squoosh him.

"Why, you his wife? Never mentioned you, but I take it he wanted you all to himself."
Jul. 19th, 2013 09:52 pm (UTC)
Ines is not going to allow that grab, and will try to escape it, with some amount of speed and anger. (Jack being stronger, though, if he decides to hold, he holds.)

"His lady friend," she corrects, "and he's made sure you were quite the secret, you freak."

For someone who isn't that into men, she's incensed that some man would take her reproductive role. A bit incoherent, we realize.
Jul. 19th, 2013 10:13 pm (UTC)
He'll let her go: roguish flirt that he is, he knows when to take a hint. And a wince might cross his face, for a fleeting second: she's found another mild Achilles Heel, though not a crippling one.

"Been called that before, by people from another century," he says, looking her up and down, not appraisingly, but taking in her clothing. "I'm guessing, Earth, mid-twentieth century?"
Jul. 19th, 2013 10:37 pm (UTC)
Oh, that wince pleasures her, and it makes her smile viciously.

"None of your business," she replies tartly. "You know nothing, [insert name Ryuk told her]."
Jul. 19th, 2013 11:10 pm (UTC)
And that name effectively erases the smile from the pest's handsome face, his pale eyes widening and his brow furrowing.

"Now how did you come by that bit of information?" he says. From the barely hidden fear in his voice, it's clear this isn't common knowledge and whoever knows it knows things he'd rather keep buried or would rather avoid.

Names have power, it would appear.
Jul. 20th, 2013 05:38 am (UTC)
"The same way I know a lot of other things," she replies, lying.

"And you'd better keep it in line, freak. Otherwise, I might just broadcast some of it."
Jul. 21st, 2013 07:22 am (UTC)
Thoughts tick through Jack's mind, likely registering as a narrowing of his eyes in suspicion: Oh hell, is she with the Time Agency? Did they find a way into this place? Doesn't look like anyone I know, but she could be a newer recruit. Or someone they made me forget....

He'll hide the suspicion behind a dry snerk. "If this has to do with the kid he gave me, that's fairly common knowledge, 'specially now that she was born," he says, his confidence wavering, manifesting as a rise in the pitch of his voice and a quickening of his pace. "Nobody suspected a thing the first few months, though it got a bit tricky to explain when my watch fob was a foot further out than usual. And while I'm on it, he might not even be the father: could've been one of two other gents."

Almost forgot: she's got blanket permission to get rough with him, if she's so inclined...
Jul. 21st, 2013 04:00 pm (UTC)
That perplexity is enough for her, and she'll get in his face, frowning.

"If you think I give a fuck about having been used for no good reason," she tells him, "you're wrong. You freaks deserve each other."



She's not quite there - she'll be using words, if that's okay :-)
Jul. 22nd, 2013 01:46 am (UTC)
"If I'd've known he was taken, I might not've been so inclined to hop into the sack with him," he replies, lifting both hands disarmingly.

Turning mischievous again, he adds, "And if you're trying to insult me, you're gonna hafta try harder: I've hustled my goods to keep my pockets full of credits, in several different forms of currency over several worlds."

Whichever things ramp up to!
Jul. 22nd, 2013 01:56 pm (UTC)
That's enough to make Ines just angrier - this time not at Jack directly, but at the Warden.

She turns away, lights a cigarette.

"You're disgusting."

It's said with enough calm that she might be finding other ways to express her anger.

I'm thinking assassination attempt, actually.
Jul. 22nd, 2013 03:03 pm (UTC)
"Some call me honest: depends on what time you're from and what quaint labels are in use," he replies, with an easy-going shrug. He'll seem less rattled than he did a moment ago, but there's still a corner of his mind nervously thinking, Man, the Warden sure knows how to pick 'em...

Ooh, I like that, I like that a lot, especially since I've been trying to find a way to canon-update him....
Jul. 23rd, 2013 06:43 pm (UTC)
"You're nothing but an abomination," Ines informs him. "And you'll get your comeuppance, [that name again, she likes to use it.]"


"I might just make that public."

Yes, that would be the possibility of blackmail.

Keeping that on the list for the fall, then - because I'm about to hiatus. ;-)
Jul. 23rd, 2013 07:49 pm (UTC)
"You're gonna hafta work on your originality, because if I had a shilling for every time someone called me that -- particularly during the Victorian age; folk then didn't know *what* to make of me -- I'd be set for life," he retorts, chuckling, but there's still a nervous, pained look in his pale eyes.

Hee, works for me! Something to look forward to... :: cue some kind of dramatic movie-trailer-type music::
Jul. 24th, 2013 06:57 pm (UTC)
"Oh, but my darling, then perhaps I should indeed tell your name to the world, and let them know how much you prefer it."

It would amuse her.

LOL. It gives me something to play with ;-)
Jul. 25th, 2013 02:05 am (UTC)
"If this is because I had a kid with your guy, I can assure you, if I'd known he had a ladyfriend, I wouldn't have gone through with it," he says, lifting his hands disarmingly. Too late now, and he's aware of that.
Jul. 25th, 2013 03:33 pm (UTC)
Indeed. Ines simply squints at him.

"We're done here."

She'll turn to stalk off.

On yours?
Jul. 25th, 2013 06:45 pm (UTC)
He won't detain her. He might be watching her depart, wary-eyed. She knows too much, she knows the name he hasn't used in ages, a name only a few know, people not yet born on worlds not yet discovered.

Again, his past/other people's future has caught up with him. Bad enough it happened in the world from which he came, now it's happened here.

Verrity... he'll have to keep a close eye on her. And

"I need a drink," he mutters, heading for the kitchen, to see if the cupboard will hand up some hyper-vodka...

Smash cut to blackness.
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