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[Father's Day? Jack is oblivious. He's just wandering the hallways as usual, freshly drugged up on toluene and eyes open for any hostiles. Sure, this wasn't Liberia... he realized that much now. But Solidus never told him to stop patrolling. So there he is, a ten year old soldier with an AK in his grasp, ready to kill any hostiles he happens to come across. The Small Boy Unit band on his arm remained to serve as a reminder to Jack; he was the leader of the unit, even if it wasn't here yet. For now, he had to treat them all as MIA. He didn't miss them, but he was incapable of it. He was incapable of any real emotion like this.]

((HAPPY FATHER'S DAY SOLIDUS, YOU KNOW GUILT IS THE BEST GIFT EVER :D Open for anyone to run into~))

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[He snarls, firing at the ground by his feet suddenly.]

How do you know that name?!

[!]

[He quickly sidesteps away from the gunfire, once again surprised by how quick this one is to use his weapon.]

Calm down! I know several older versions of you here.

Older?

[He tilts his head slightly, aiming the gun at Vamp's face instead.]

Explain.

I will explain once you point that gun away from my head.

[Really, how is he supposed to focus on lying properly with that sort of distraction?]

[He fires a few bullets past his head.]

I didn't offer negotiations. Start talking, or I blow your head off.

[He says this almost boredly; normally anyone would have talked by now, so either this guy is lying, or he's a banker with balls. Either way, it doesn't matter to Jack whether this man lives or dies.]

[Deciding it would be the opportune moment to act, Vamp moves forward swiftly after Jack finishes firing and grabs the barrel of the gun, pointing it upward.]

You seem to think you can control me with a gun.

[Jack barely blinks in surprise before he pulls his combat knife out and swipes at the arm holding his gun.]

Move back!

[Reflexes sharp, he draws his scout knife with his free hand a uses it to block the attack.]

I did tell you not to point that at me. Now I'm going to have to destroy it.

[His grip is painfully tight on the gun; he's not letting this man take it. Sir would be angry if he lost it, and he wasn't pleasant to be around when he got mad...]

I said move back! Get your hands off my weapon!

[He slashes at him again, trying to tug the gun back.]

[He means to ruin the gun with his blade, but thus far he's unable to as he's too distracted blocking the knife attacks for now.]

So you can shoot me? I don't think so~

[He violently pushes the butt of the gun upwards instead, intending to force it to point at the man as he pulls the trigger.]

[He leans back out of the way just in time to avoid a bullet to the face. Damn it little Jack.]

Enough! I don't want to hurt you.

Then get off my weapon!

[He attempts to tug it back again.]

I'll let you have it back if you give me your word you won't use it to shoot me.

[He keeps his grip firm, other hand prepared to block anymore knife attacks.]

I'm not making deals with you!

[But really, he didn't have much choice. So after a moment, he scowls.]

...Fine, give me my weapon back and I won't shoot you.

Smart boy.

[He holds on for a moment before letting go of the gun and stepping back.]

We aren't going to the basement anymore.

You're not a banker, are you?

[He glares daggers at the man.]

Who are you?

No, I'm not.

[After a few moments of thought, he sheaths his knife as well.]

I'm known as Vamp.

What kind of name is that?

[Frooown.]

It's a codename.

[He grins just wide enough to show off his sharpened canines. Is this foreigner starting to seem familiar yet?]

An apt one, if I do say so.

[He tilts his head.]

...You make me think of that guy I chased into a cell.

[Sorry was he supposed to be impressed]

[Little brat.]

Nonsense. I would never run from you.

[Except when he's young and terrified.]

But you did.

[No, he's sure it's him...]

You ran into the cell and I locked you in. How did you get out, anyway?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[Yeah, he doesn't want to admit to being that same person.]

You must be mixed up.

[Nope, now that he's sure it's you he'll keep thinking it's you.]

Stop lying, foreigner. You were the one who tried to attack me and then ran away. You coward.