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"Yes." His flat tone seemed almost out of place, betrayed by the apparent annoyance on his haggard face. He had opted to don his long black stand collar coat, elbow length vinyl gloves and glasses paired to complete the look. A mimicry of a scientist. A mockery. Hands clasped at his back, he seemed to glide, rather than walk, to the empty chair, and he seated himself with an air of gentle elegance unknown to his character.

"Hello," still flat, he addressed the room, but immediately fixed his stare on Vargas. No sneaking glances to Johnny, no greeting to the others, he was a shark in the water, and Vargas had swam in with a weeping wound, it seemed. One thrash too many, and the predator would zero in for the frenzy.

In due time.

"Thank you," he continued, "for the invitation, Edgar." If words could slap, the bitter sarcasm at the name would have left a mark. "It's good to know that I was not forgotten." Legs crossed delicately, his elbows rested on the arms of the chair, fingers interlaced just before his slightly downturned head, sharp eyes never leaving Vargas. Again, a display of quiet mockery towards Vargas, the cliche "shrink stare". Nny promised to behave- within reason, and he was. Within his own reason.

All in due time.

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@just-call-me-johnny

Addie watches as the boys hug Johnny, taking a deep breath. It figures that Chance’s twin brother would not be able to hold his emotions on check, especially without the conditioning Addie knows Chance suffered. But Addie also knows how deep and raw Chance’s own emotions can be.

They both get it honestly…

It’s the first time since this discovery that it seems to really dawn on Addie that Chance and Cal are both of Dwight and Johnny’s DNA. Something twists uncomfortably in her stomach and hell her fingers twitch.

Dwight looks at the rest of the group, picking up his violin and bags as he obediently follows Vargas, his gaze sweeping along the lavish decor of the building. He must admit, the place puts the ballroom on the space station to shame. He keeps a respectable distance behind their host, and therefore from Johnny.

“Thank you for inviting us,” he says to Vargas. The tone is casual, as if he had never threatened the other man’s life on several occasions. “I hope you didn’t go to too much trouble.”

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Saint Patrick's Day. The day humanity celebrates the forced removal/murder of pagans via extremist Christians by getting intoxicated unto alcohol poisoning.

Oh, I mean, the day St. Patrick drove "snakes" out of Ireland.

Cheers.

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How could I have forgotten Johnny’s best friend? I should have known better and invited you personally. Visitation hasn’t started quite yet. It’s not too late to join. That is as long as you can follow my rules.

I accept.

Come now, Vargas. I can behave myself— well. Up to a point, I can. Surely, you know that.

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Ew.

I’ll figure something out. I also need to prepare. Thank you.

I see. Well, your solo-mission would do well to know where to start first. Vargas had to invite us here.

We spent the past few months in the dark.

I do know an incarnation of you… he’s my dad.

I also know that Vargas would jump at the chance to get his hands on me, as well. Another toy, something new to play with. Another fucked up mind to twist and distort further.

I invite him to try his hand.

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I still heavily prefer the one I killed. He was far more polite.

Any suggestion to draw attention away from Johnny?

I see. Well, your solo-mission would do well to know where to start first. Vargas had to invite us here.

We spent the past few months in the dark.

I do know an incarnation of you… he’s my dad.

I also know that Vargas would jump at the chance to get his hands on me, as well. Another toy, something new to play with. Another fucked up mind to twist and distort further.

I invite him to try his hand.

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I see. Well, your solo-mission would do well to know where to start first. Vargas had to invite us here.

We spent the past few months in the dark.

I do know an incarnation of you… he’s my dad.

I also know that Vargas would jump at the chance to get his hands on me, as well. Another toy, something new to play with. Another fucked up mind to twist and distort further.

I invite him to try his hand.

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It’s… a lot more complicated than you think. He kidnapped him three months ago. Dwight, Addie, Chance, and mys- I mean Cal were invited to visit him. We… They- they don’t have a plan.

I’m flattered that you assume I have any elaborate plan, myself.

I do. But it’s more a solo mission, if you will. If you know any incarnation of me well enough, you know what I mean.

The madness is returning.

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You do know that Johnny is with Him, do you?

Well. Now I do.

Would you suggest that I follow? Rescue party? Though I don’t seek redemption, only revenge.

Yes. I think I shall.

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Ugh. Him.

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How dare you speak logic. Yes, it would, but that particular night club still deserved it.

I’ve misplaced my glasses. A literal blind rage to ensue shortly.

#I can’t begin to explain why I never thought of that myself.

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Yes, but not before becoming responsible for tonight’s breaking news story.

I’ve misplaced my glasses. A literal blind rage to ensue shortly.

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I’ve misplaced my glasses. A literal blind rage to ensue shortly.

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Just waxing poetic. The same story as always, my friend.

Oh dear. It sounds like you have not had a good time since we last spoke.

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Living is more lonely than dying by one’s self.

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False hope. How painful. Just when I thought I had finally won, my prize being true death.

No. It just happens to take some time to fully regenerate from splattering my brains across the walls. Fine motor function truly is required for most things, apparently.

#content warning : talk of suicide #{{ yes hello it’s been a while

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Go fuck yourself, Vargas. You'll become another stain on the wall soon enough.

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So do I. If my "purpose" is to continue killing, then he'll be my permanent companion in said purpose. A never-ending supply, if you will.

After a fitful night, heavily considering defacing my skin. Have I finally hit my "rebellious teenager" phase? At 26? Perhaps.