when I lived alone, is there a ghost in my house?

[mylawn]

[He's always known, on some level, that Reyes--the mercenary that used to be Reyes--would catch up to him eventually, despite his best efforts. There's only so much he can do to keep word from spreading, especially when he's. Well. What he is, and doing what he's doing. So far he's managed to be elusive, and he would've liked to keep it that way, but he supposes that this confrontation is inevitable.

So he'll make it happen on his own terms. He starts leaving clues, lets Reyes track him to the abandoned warehouse that's already familiar to him so that he can have the meeting on his own turf.

He doesn't know what Reyes expects to find--if he even knows who is waiting for him at the end of this chase, or if he's just after the whispers of the thing that's been ghosting its way in and out of old Overwatch bases. He likes to think he's covered his tracks well enough, but if he'd been truly thorough, he wouldn't be preparing for this encounter in the first place.

All he can really do is stick to the shadows and wait. At the very least, he can safely say that he has the upper hand.]

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[mylawn]

[Oh, Jack knows. He’s intimately familiar with the fact that they’re both stubborn, but right now he has Gabriel pinned. By keeping him from accessing his guns, Jack will outlast him. For now, however, there’s something supremely satisfying in being able to stare down at him, completely in control. It makes him smug, the confidence dripping from his voice.]

Why don’t you take this off and see?

[He says, not loosening his hold. Jack wants to be certain that Gabriel won’t go for his shotgun the instant he has the chance.

He doesn’t know what he is, but he knows he’ll get at least some satisfaction from making Reyes see it.]

[ensombrecer]

[ He lets out a gruff sigh, testing the grip Jack has on him. Yeah, he didn't think the guy would be stupid enough to just let him reach out and take the mask off instead of, you know, punching him straight through the mask. Or the shotgun. Whatever's easiest, really.

So, Jack wants some sort of reassurance that he won't just go straight for the gun, huh? He wonders what sort of crazy method they'd have to come up for that, because right now? Gabriel is already getting irritated by the smugness, tempted to just muster up all of the strength he can manage to wrestle him off.

Hell, he might end up doing just that. ]

Sounds like a dare if I ever heard one.

[mylawn]

Take it off, Reyes.

[A tendril of smoke manifests itself and swats the gun away, effectively putting it out of reach. Only after Jack is reasonably certain that Gabriel won't be able to reach for it does he loosen his grip. His hands still grip Reyes' arms, but not with the force from before--if he decides to free himself to remove the mask, he'll find that he's able to do so.]

[ensombrecer]

[ Fine. He'll indulge him, if he must, to which he's 100% sure. Jaw clenched, he keeps his eyes on him, moving his hand up slowly to grasp the side of the mask. He's not sure what he'll find, and just why Jack wants him to take the mask off so much... he can only imagine the worst.

The bit of resistance as Gabriel moves his arm is telling of just much he can exercise his arm's freedom. Best not to push him. So, slowly, the mask unhinges and he pries it away. ]

[mylawn]

[Jack stays right where he is, letting Gabriel pull the mask off and set it aside. Smoke immediately billows out from underneath, but soon it clears and he's pulling his face together as best he can, eyes locking with Gabriel's to catch every minute change in his facial expression. Take in his reaction--the fear, horror, maybe pity. Maybe he won't see anything at all. Gabriel has always been good at playing things close to the chest.

His face takes a moment to assemble, all half-decayed and struggling to keep its shape. Jack doesn't look any older than he was the day of the explosion, but he certainly looks deader, skin pale and crumbling, cleaved in two by the scars that bisect it. The one crossing his lip is deep, enough to pull at his mouth and expose his teeth. He can't seem to decide how many eyes to have, but eventually he settles on two, the extras blinking away before they're re-absorbed.

There's some kind of clever quip to be made here, but that's more Gabriel's style. Jack stares at him in silence, waiting to hear what he has to say.]

[ensombrecer]

[ It's almost beautiful in its reveal, how it all falls apart and comes together. Gabriel did not scare easy; he's seen a lot in their lifetime, Jack as well, but when it came to the latter? He sometimes surprises himself.

The heavy scars catch his eyes first, eyebrow line hardened but the irises quivering ever so slightly as he tries not to flit his gaze in a sort of desperate attempt to find his old friend in the fractured creature before him. He came here after (trying to) compartmentalizing those feelings, but like this now, too close for comfort, he can't help but crumble just a little inside.

It's the extra eyes that jar him out of this, surprisingly enough. Gives him just enough leeway to take a crack at him, even if it seems a little forced. ]

Mgh... [ Clearing his throat, his fists tighten again. ] Bet you're a real hit at parties now.

[mylawn]

[He’d told Gabriel to take his mask off expecting some kind of satisfaction—or at least the upper hand, but somehow a familiar quip like that breaks something inside him, makes him wish with everything he has left that things didn’t have to be this way. Jack doesn’t even have anything to say in return, and instead his face screws up in anger before he dissolves again, his weight leaving Gabriel with seemingly no strings attached, this time.

Jack crosses the room in what can only be described as a furious cloud of smoke before he re-forms himself against the opposite wall, mask still forgotten on the floor. His shoulders seem to hunch.]

What were you looking for, when you came here? Me?

crawls in late

[ensombrecer]

[ Gabriel remains on guard, hands near his weapons, watching Jack—that thing that Jack became—in case someone flips the crazy switch. The image that just passed burns his mind, all those eyes blinking at him in mockery of the clear and honest hue they represented. ]

Was lookin' for a monstrosity. Gotta put it down, even if that isn't my fucking job.

[ He wasn't necessarily angry on his way here. Letting emotions get to him before the mission even starts always messes with your head, but now that he's standing in front of him? ]

Tying up loose ends, though... that's different.

[ He is curious as to why Jack lured him in like this, though. Clearly the guy has some questions, not that he can blame him. Just giving the guy some answers had been a great internal debate as it is, but at the same time, he probably owes him that much. Whether or not these answers will help or sate Jack's curiosity is a whole 'nother ball game. ]

[mylawn]

[He laughs, a rasping sound that's a far cry from anything Reyes may have been accustomed to, once. Still, Jack doesn't make any further moves, like the very act of pulling himself together has left him either exhausted or unwilling to wheel around on Gabriel again.]

Are you gonna put me down, Reyes?

[Jack invites him to try, really. He still has very little idea of what he is, even, to say nothing of what could kill him. He's pulled himself back from fatal injuries and worse--been shot, stabbed, electrocuted, burned, disintegrated--he's come back from all of them. If Reyes is here with a solution, well. Jack would be interested in hearing it.]