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 Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 6:05 pm
He was practically bursting with the news of his engagement, but there was one stop Ian had to make before he went and told Jack that his plan to propose to Shiloh had been a monumental success. So, Ian hopped through a portal and came back a few hours later with a shopping bag, laden down with several things for Shiloh and one thing for a certain formerly green haired man. He dropped off Shiloh's gifts in their room, stowing them beneath the bed and away from his fiance's (!!!!) prying eyes (hopefully, though he had to wonder if Shiloh would find them before he had a chance to wrap them), and then stuck Jack's gift in its own bag, messily tied up.medigel Text to Jack(et):where are you??? i have news!!
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 8:10 pm
The response took almost fifteen minutes.
kuroopu Text to I. Rahal-Nazari:Congrats. Break in ten. Infirmary okay?
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 9:38 pm
Ian scowled at his phone, because trust Jack to be a d**k about the whole thing. But he was too excited to care as much about Jack's negative tendencies, and so Ian made his way to the infirmary anyway without bothering to respond to the text.
He swung in, peering this way and that for any sign of the giant blonde haired man.
"Yoooooo Jack you in here?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 10:14 pm
There were blonds about but no giant to be seen. There was, however, a mop of dark green hair sitting in the break room, chair leaned back, hair tied in a small ponytail, a pair of glasses perched just before the brooked bend of his nose, a look of indifference on his face as he sipped his coffee. Jack was perusing his phone boredly while he waited for Ian, and when his friend did show up only his eyes moved to acknowledge him.
"There you are. Take a seat," he said, gesturing with his foot to the chair by him, "and tell me the good news. Or vice versa, doesn't matter." He was particularly calm given that he already knew what it was about.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 11:03 pm
"Jack, my friend, you - hey you dyed your hair back."
Ian had rounded the corner to find the jolly newly-green giant sitting at a table in the room just off of the main one. Jack looked...well, Jack-ish, though the glasses and the ponytail were both relatively new. Ian gave him a suspicious look and flopped down into the indicated chair.
"Spoilsport," he said sternly, swinging the brown paper gift bag he held in his fingers, but then he clapped his hands and stood up again, knocking over the chair with a loud clatter and holding his arms out wide. The bag swung wildly back and forth, and a huge grin was on Ian's face.
"I'M GETTING MARRIED which you already guessed you a** BUT I'M GETTING MARRIED!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 11:50 pm
"Yes," he drawled as he pushed his glasses up, "I'm a goddamn Asian stereotype and hipster piece of s**t two-in-one now, thanks for noticing. But I refused to not have green hair before my birthday, and I don't trust myself or anyone else to cut it shorter." That was just a simple fact. Jack remained unperturbed as he pocketed his phone, crossed his legs at the knee, and waited for Ian's inevitable gleeful explosion. He wasn't disappointed and cracked a small smile as several trainees in the vicinity jumped, nearly dropping their bags of hazardous waste. There was something to be said about the energy people like Ian carried. "Sorry you're so obvious?" he replied with a shrug. A 'no' would have probably been another self-injurious sojourn and complete isolation. Or public drunkenness. If Ian was asking for a hug, Jack wasn't receiving the message, nor did he register the bag as anything more than an object breaking the silhouette of his friend. "Congratulations of course. I told you I'm always right. Though," the smile grew but it turned wry, almost patronizing, "remind me again why you decided to get married? There's no benefit for doing so; in fact you'll now have to consider it a detriment every time you go out on a mission. Your loyalty to the cause is more important than your d**k, you know." Fine words, considering who was talking.
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2014 9:13 am
Sometimes Ian forgot that Jack was actually Asian. He also paid zero attention to the fact that he'd just scared several now-annoyed looking trainees and that one of the patients just outside the break room was now caterwauling something about there being too much noise.
"Dude," Ian said, but it was hard to stay mad when he was practically vibrating with excitement. The gleeful, silly smile remained on his face as he said, "I knew you were going to say something like that. But for the record, Shiloh and I are professionals, and we know what our priorities are. Just because we're getting married doesn't mean we turned dumb, as much as you and Finn and whoever else in this damn place think I am."
There wasn't really anger in his voice, just a mild exasperation and amusement as Ian lowered his arms, putting his hands on his hips. The bag swung back and forth, but Ian wasn't paying it any mind as he collapsed back down into the chair again, now very pleased with himself. "Shiloh and I are ridiculously happy, and we both can't wait, okay, so your congratulations are totally welcomed."
"Wait what."
He'd obviously been a little slow on the uptake. Ian leveled a look at Jack, staring meaningfully in his friend's direction before. "When the hell is your birthday and why didn't I know about it? - OH!"
Ian's mind was apparently a mysterious thing. He pulled the bag off of his arm and plopped it on the table in front of Jack, smiling brightly. Whatever was inside had been wrapped unceremoniously with a ton of paper and string around a box. "This is for you," he said grandly. "As a thank you for helping me with Shiloh, both this time and the time before." His voice softened a little. "Seriously. You've helped me a lot, and I am so damn thankful, because now look where I get to be, what I get to do. I hope it's okay, I kind of had to wing it a little bit. But, uh," he leaned back in his chair, glancing around at the break room before he said carefully, "Don't open it yet - save it for when you have time to appreciate them, okay?"
The words were said carefully, casually, Ian relaxing back as he added, "And now I'll have to get you something else for your birthday, you Jackass. But seriously. You're gonna come to the wedding, right?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2014 11:02 am
" Turn dumb?" Jack sassed with a raise of his brows and a better smile. He forgot how much fun giving Ian a hard time was. Raising his mug, he said, "Well, here's to something not ******** up at Deus," and drank to it. He then gave Ian a look. "It's on Halloween, dumbass, didn't you..." And then Jack remembered that they hadn't been much more than acquaintances this time last year; just friends of Finn's. For his birthday he got whiskey, a horrified ex, and bug slime from dungeon crawling. Good times. But it was strange to remember, like it had happened to some other Jack. "Halloween," he continued, blinking out of his short reverie. "Easy to remember. Turning 22. You know what's funny, though? This is my thirteenth month here." He considered his own statement with distinct pleasure. Then he examined Ian's string-tied gift with a small frown, glancing at the man as he spoke. Gratitude was hard to come by for him, and he still didn't know quite how to take it when normally it was anger or frustration or backtalk or sarcasm thrown his way. Just like he had with Chel, Jack gave a small shrug. "I did what I had to." He couldn't say it was nothing because he knew it wasn't, but what else could he say? You're welcome, Owain offered with amusement. With a small nod of understanding as far as the nature of said gift (though now he was sure Ian's tastes would make it questionable), he set the box aside and said, "Thanks." Then a pause. His foot twitched. "I broke your mug on accident. Kind of thrashed in my sleep and it fell down. It was...starting to grow on me, I guess. Even though I've never seen the movie. But, you know, in case you needed ideas." It seemed so typical of him: have someone give him something nice, then eventually break the nice thing. The awkward moment passed. He took another sip from his mug and said, "Well, yeah I'll go if you invite me. How are you planning to do it exactly? Las Vegas is a popular choice."
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2014 3:18 pm
"Shut up," Ian said, without any particular anger behind it, but he flashed Jack a look anyway, half a scowl, half a smile. "But thank you, I appreciate the toast, although I do hope there's some ******** la - okay, fine I won't finish that thought."
Ian leaned back, kicking his feet up on the table and crossing one leg over the other and ignoring the scandalized looks from one of the lab techs in particular. "Halloween is like, this week, isn't it?" he said, sounding vaguely aghast that he was only just learning of this now. "You're turning twenty-two on your unluckiest number month on Deus, sheesh, that's sheer irony right there." Ian blew out a breath, some of his newly grown out hair fluttering. "Sometimes I forget you're actually three years younger than I am."
He wasn't sure how Jack would take to the present; and as it was, the look on the other man's face was a frown, rather than a smile, which wasn't too surprising. Ian tilted his head and gave Jack a reassuring smile, lifting his arms and winding his fingers together against the back of his head, staring up at the ceiling.
"You're welcome," he said, "I hope they - it, works for you, I had someone help me pick it out, so hopefully it's right up your alley."
The front legs of his chair hit the ground with a sharp thud as Ian dropped his feet from the table, looking outraged. "You broke the mug?" he said indignantly. "I totally got you that as an I'm-glad-you're-not-dead' present and you broke it..."
He trailed off, however, upon hearing the rest of what he was saying, because at least Jack had admitted that he hadn't minded the jokey mug. Ian frowned a little. "What do you mean ' thrashing in your sleep?' " he repeated. "You mean like nightmares and stuff?"
Ian leaned back again. "Of course I'm inviting you. And, uh, we haven't quite figured that out yet, but I'm not sure about Las Vegas, it just seems so...tacky." He made a face. "It's for shotgun weddings and drunken bashes, not really our thing. I'd like to do something sweet and personal, you know, just something that's more personal."
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2014 10:10 am
"How the ******** are you older than me when you act like you're five?" Jack asked as he glanced at Ian's shoes. Acceptable, he supposed. "And don't go knocking 13 like that. Maybe I'm a big fan of that number. Now get your feet off, people eat here." People like him. He drank and waved Ian's concerns off with his other hand. "My bed's small for me, so I have to sleep curled up or at a weird angle. If I happen to jerk in my sleep, sometimes s**t happens. It's not the first time I've broken something like that." But he avoided mentioning nightmares nevertheless. "Anyway, I agree it's tacky, but it's the easiest way to get officially married; they don't ask questions there. As far as I know there's no actual ordained hunter on the island, though if Jamil's successful enough to launch a college program online, getting the certificate online might not be difficult. Unless," Jack added, "you don't actually need a document and just want the pomp and circumstance of a wedding."
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2014 1:54 pm
"Because I am a mysterious creature full of secrets and magic," Ian replied, in a deadpan sort of voice, but then he made a face. "Or maybe it's because I was always a rebellious child who liked to make things more fun, so I just act five years old."
He flashed Jack a grin that turned into a scowl as Ian reluctantly dragged his feet back off the table. He crossed one leg over the other instead, and sent a pointed look in the other man's direction, because he wasn't quite sure he entirely believed that it was that simple of an answer.
"Uh huh, "he said dubiously. "I mean, I know you're a tall b*****d and all, but..."
Ian twiddled his thumbs, frowning a little. "I think if we can avoid the whole Vegas thing, that would be better. I'll have to ask Shiloh, but I'd rather it be smaller and more personal than something cheap and tacky just because it's more convenient."
He slid a gaze towards Jack. "So about the fact that I totally don't believe that story about your bed just being too small for you. Are you sure you're okay?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2014 10:08 pm
Jack made a show of looking him down from top to bottom before declaring in his own deadpan tone, "...Unicorn." Definitely magical and gay enough. In fact, he stopped to commemorate the moment by taking out his phone and fixing Ian's contact info.
He turned the screen to display his new title: Uniancorn. Jack's face was as serious as they came, but the gesture was clearly born of childish whim.
"God damn, Ian, you watched my room for ages and didn't notice my bed's too small for a freak like me?" he continued as he pocketed his phone, scowling. "Deus doesn't keep special order beds, and if I tried to buy one that I could actually sleep straight on, I wouldn't have enough room in my shitty dorm to do anything because it'd be so damn wide."
Maybe that was the real reason Jack always looked so grumpy.
"I'm perfectly fine right now, thanks. But you've got," he checked his watched, "another six minutes left to give me any other important updates before I need to get back to it. Otherwise, we can hang out after dinner?"
He wouldn't be offering if he didn't want to talk.
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2014 10:22 pm
"That's me," said Ian cheerfully. "A majestic unicorn with a hot fiance. Wait does that make Shiloh a unicorn, because he most definitely would have to be one too."
He wasn't sure what Jack was doing on his phone, but he eyed it suspiciously until the other put it away again, his expression completely unchanged. Ian scowled a little. "Yes, well," he said, rolling his eyes skyward to stare the ceiling. "As you consistently reminded me, I didn't do such a hot job of watching your room, since I let His Dickship and Her Assery in." Ian blew out his breath in a sigh. "Maybe when you get to be a full hunter you can have a bigger room and finally find yourself something better to sleep in."
Ian still didn't believe Jack's I'm fine anymore than he had the first time, as clearly evidenced by the look he was leveling in the other man's direction. "Let's see," he said, tapping a finger against his chin thoughtfully. "Getting married to the love of my life - check. Proposal a huge ******** success - check. Antagonize Jack yet again - check. Nope, I think I've got everything down."
Ian tilted back in his chair just a little. "Sounds good to me. Are you actually going to tell me what's happening in your life?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2014 11:29 pm
"I'll put them in order for you since unicorn brains are delicate little things. One, isn't your fiancé's schtick all about ducks? I mean if you both want to be My Little Pony about it, that's your prerogative; Parish already has ******** pink hair so it wouldn't be that big of a change." Oh so serious. "Two, I'm more likely to try and live in town. I need space. Three," Jack's voice became closer to an undertone, "yes, I'll tell you what's been going on. Later. I need a lot more time than I have available right now." He still had to figure out how much to talk about certain topics. It wasn't like Ian was a fan of Chel, for one, but having been in Mist division he might or might not have gotten to know his ex as well. Jack gave him a meaningful look over the rim of his mug as he drained it. "I'll see you then, you flighty magical cryptid. Hopefully with beer on hand."
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 10:39 am
Ian would have stuck out his tongue at Jack, but since Jack already thought he was five years old, that would have only added to the list of things that proved that point. So he sat there and rolled his eyes instead, which probably wasn't a whole lot better. At least the wanting to live in town thing wasn't entirely unsurprising.
"Shy suggested I add red to my hair," Ian said with a grin. "Then we can be red and pink together."
But at least Jack was willing to talk to him about things, instead of just brushing him off like he usually did. Ian gave him a pointed look that clearly said that he had better still want to talk to him after his shift was over, and pushed his chair back, getting to his feet.
"Fine fine, Captain Jack," Ian said, giving the other man a mock salute. "Text me when you're finished with whatever it is you're doing."
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