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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 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.

Believe what you like, kid.

[Great, now he's being insulted by Jack as a kid too. Could this week get any better?]

I have things to do now, be on your way.

[At least ER isn't mocking you too? :D?]

[Yet, that is.]

Go ahead, cowardly foreigner. Run away again.

[>:T]

[HE WOULD BE IF HE WAS HERE]

...

[The kid is right though. He is a coward.]

Watch yourself.

[TRUE]

Or what? I'm not scared of you.

I may refuse to hurt you, but there are others who would do so without hesitation.

[He may be good, but he's still just a kid in a building full of super soldiers.]

So let them try. I'm not backing down. I'm not allowed to.

I wouldn't suggest backing down, however, I also wouldn't suggest picking fights with people who are stronger than you.

[He wonders why no one's tried to give this Jack a chance at a normal childhood now that he isn't in Liberia. Vamp isn't exactly the one to know about regular childhoods, but it seems strange...]

Hn. I'm not picking fights. You're the one lying about who you are and then trying to take my weapons.

I wouldn't have done so if you weren't aiming your gun at me straight off and demanding information.

[He frowns, folding his arms.]

Are you being taken care of?