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video • un: el rey
[ The video opens on a man's face, a little too close up for a few seconds. Then he pulls the arm with the communicator back, lengthening the shot and showing vegetation behind him. He's in the atrium, currently sitting on a low hanging tree branch. ]
Hello, alien-abducted internet peoples.
[ He says it cheerfully, with a smile and a wave. For a man who comes from a world without shit like this, he's unperturbed. Possibly because he thinks it's a drug-induced hallucination. ]
How are you today? [ He gestures off to the side. ] This is crazy, no? Outer space and shit. It's like a movie.
[ The image shakes a little as he starts digging through his pants pocket. Eventually, he pulls out a joint and, remembering that he's in the middle of talking to people, asks; ]
Hey, does anybody have a lighter?
Hello, alien-abducted internet peoples.
[ He says it cheerfully, with a smile and a wave. For a man who comes from a world without shit like this, he's unperturbed. Possibly because he thinks it's a drug-induced hallucination. ]
How are you today? [ He gestures off to the side. ] This is crazy, no? Outer space and shit. It's like a movie.
[ The image shakes a little as he starts digging through his pants pocket. Eventually, he pulls out a joint and, remembering that he's in the middle of talking to people, asks; ]
Hey, does anybody have a lighter?
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fuk u.
i kno how 2 fuckin spell.
jesus christ how r u still alive?????////
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No, you don't. There's only like seven fucking words spelled right in there.
[ He could go on, but then he reads the end again during a recount and pauses, frowning. ]
Why wouldn't I be alive?
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Jason.
Slowly, like sunlight pouring down a mountain at sunrise, his expression changes from confusion to glee. It would seem impossible under ordinary circumstances, but aliens capable of building a ship that could get them to Earth surely would know how to spell simple English words. Jason, on the other hand... ]
Jason!
[ Suddenly Vaas' day is a million times better. ]
Jason, you're here! Look, Jason. [ He roots around in his pocket and pulls out Jason's phone and his wallet. ] I have your shit. You should come here and get it, hermano.
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Damn it he's so mad. ]
y the fuck do u still have my shit????,//
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Don't you want it? Your phone doesn't work to call people but it's got all of your pictures and videos on it.
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yea i want it
its mine!!
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[ He clicks his tongue in disapproval. ]
You are shit at gratitude, Jason.
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After three very long, very deliberating seconds, Jason decides he's just going to actually face this particular demon. Right there in the flesh.
So, he just slams out of his bunk and goes to the atrium until he can figure out where the fuck Vaas is. And when he spots him, he doesn't even slow down but speeds up and takes a flying leap, fully intent to tackle him down to the ground. ]
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Jason!
[ Instead of stepping to the side out of the way, Vaas spreads his arms wide, like a long absent friend eager to share an embrace. Jason plows into him and he goes with the momentum, tipping over backward as he wraps his arms tight around Jason's sides and hauling him down with him.
The impact against the ground knocks the air from Vaas' lungs but he doesn't fight it, just hangs onto Jason and tangles their legs together so he can't kick him. He tries to roll them over, aiming to pin Jason to the ground where he can't hurt himself. But whether he's successful or not, the response is the same: a wildly sharp smile and smug satisfaction. ]
I'm happy to see you too, Jason.
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Even more so when he winds up pinned beneath Vaas in a tangled fucking mess. He has an arm free, though, and attempts to wildly swing to land a hit somewhere, anywhere or try to push him the hell off. ]
Get the hell off me!!
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Vaas takes the blow from that flailing arm with aplomb, barely flinching from it even though it'll probably leave a bruise on his face tomorrow. It isn't the worst he's ever been hit and there's so much adrenaline coursing through him that it wouldn't matter even if it was. ]
Jason. [ It's a low, half-exasperated admonishment as Vaas catches that hand by the wrist and presses it down to the ground. He leans forward then, putting more of his strength into keeping Jason down where he can't hurt anyone. ] Stop being a bitch, Jason. Can you do that?
[ Granted, he already knows the answer to this, but he lifts his eyebrows in a kind of hopefulness anyway. ]
I'll let you up if you settle down.
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Jason feels somewhat vindicated that he got at least one hit in. That's one tiny, little, small victory. And that's enough. For now, at least. He fully plans on getting both hands around Vaas' throat sooner rather than later. Still, it burns ( a lot ) that Vaas manages to catch his arm and pin it down. God-fucking-damn it. In retaliation ( citation needed ), Jason bucks up his hips in a bid to throw Vaas off. It's not going to work, and he knows it's not. Doesn't mean he's not going to try. He's not going to just lay here like some pussy bitch.
No matter what Vaas thinks. ]
Fuck you.
[ First. Thing's. First. Gotta get that out. He's half contemplating just spitting in Vaas' face, but he doesn't. ( Not yet, anyway. ) He's getting a little red in the face from the fury that still burns within him, to say nothing of the childish struggling he's been doing to get away. ]
I swear to God, Vaas. Get the fuck off me.
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Once Jason stops whining, Vaas stares at him in silence for a moment. The curiosity fades, replaced by a serious thoughtfulness that isn't often seen on his face. ]
Jason. [ He doesn't let him go or sit back, but he doesn't invade Jason's space any further either. ] If you are trying to seduce me, you are giving me very mixed signals. That's very rude. You need to make up your mind.
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Of course, he immediately regrets everything and if it's possible, he gets even angrier. Like to the point of physically psychotic sort of angry. Jason pulls the strength from whatever mystical bullshit Citra was talking about and leverages himself better and in an instant he flips their positions. He might not be able to hold Vaas down long, but he doesn't matter. Just this little bit is enough. That there are people stopping and watching them or walking by giving them a huge berth doesn't even matter, either. Only this matters right now, nothing else. He leans down with one hand fisted in that stupid red tanktop and the other bracing his weight. How close he is isn't helping the insult abate any, but Jason doesn't care. His voice is low, dangerous and definitely not something anyone is used to hearing coming from him. ]
You should've just stayed dead, Vaas.
[ There's a heat that sparks in his eyes like flint, showing his anger, showing his ties to something bigger than even he can imagine. Something that Vaas knows a hell of a lot better. Jason didn't ask for this shit, but it's what he's got and he's trying to adjust to everything.
He pushes against Vaas in order to get up, wishing he could just punch his fist right through Vaas' chest to rip out his heart, to hold that in his hand and crush it himself just so he knows he'll be dead then. Or maybe he wouldn't even then. It's fucking terrifying to think about. He stands there, still burning with rage but somehow sullen. ]
Give me my shit back.
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Except Jason.
So many days on Rook and Jason's still denying what he is. It's such a stupid fucking waste. A killer like Jason should never be cage by civilization. Vaas can't understand why he allows it to do so. Or why he pretends to enjoy it. He watches him, eyes locked on Jason's, a feral half-smile baring his teeth. But he doesn't interrupt him or hinder him when he gets up. ]
You still don't get it, Jason. [ Slowly, unperturbed by the anger, Vaas pushes himself up as well. ] I keep telling you and you don't fucking listen. [ There's a note of that seriousness in his voice again and an echo of it in his eyes. ] You are me and I am you. Both of us or none of us. That's how it goes.
[ Shaking his head, Vaas withdraws the wallet and phone and holds them up, one in each hand. Nothing's missing. Nothing's deleted. Nothing's damaged. ]
Here. [ Turning his hands over, he holds them out, fingers open. ] I fucking told you I kept them for you. Wasn't going to keep them.
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Not like he can just phone up Citra and ask her what the fuck he's supposed to do. Certainly can't sit and have a conversation with fucking Vaas about it because he's just psychotic and Jason doesn't think he'd believe a word Vaas says. ...Even if he's never really lied to Jason at all.
Fuck why does this have to be so complicated?!
Jason blows out a breath at that 'we are each other' fucking bullshit. Fuck it. Fuck that. He doesn't want to hear it. So, he snatches his things, satisfied—in some weird way—to feel their familiar weight in his hands again. He doesn't rifle through his wallet ( there's nothing really in there anyway beyond some credit cards and probably some leftover baht ); he doesn't even flick through his phone ( even though there are dozens upon dozens of pics of his brothers and friends saved on there, probably even some of his mom ). He's not giving Vaas the satisfaction of seeing his reaction if everything really is there or if it isn't. Instead, he pockets them in his jeans and just stares at Vaas.
Wildly, his blood is pumping through his veins and he can just feel that urge to do something, anything, that would hurt this asshole. But he knows Vaas would encourage it... not to mention fight back, and Jason doesn't really feel like getting into a brawl right now, in spite of what his blood is telling him. He runs his tongue over his teeth. ]
Don't fucking do anything here.
[ Not that he thinks Vaas could or would because where is he going to sell people??? To who?? Fucking... aliens or whatever?? ]
I'll kill you again if I have to. Make sure it sticks this time.
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But she was his sister and deep down, he still loves her as much as he hates her.
See, the trouble is that Jason doesn't listen. He's not listening right the fuck now. Vaas tells him something, then he completely fucking ignores it and starts saying stupid shit. It's a cycle that he can't figure out how to break, because Jason's got a head thicker than a concrete block. ]
Jason. [ It comes out soft, almost patient. ] Hermano. [ Vaas' expression stays placid right up until he's moving forward into his space and shouting at him. ] I wasn't fucking dead!
[ Just like that, he's calm again, although he doesn't move back out of Jason's space. He doesn't tough him, though, or threaten him. ]
I talk and you don't listen. That's why you do fucking stupid things like listen to Citra. [ He points his first two fingers at Jason's chest. ] We die together. We live together. You are so fucking stubborn, it's very frustrating. Why do you think I let you leave the camp that first night?
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He glares at Vaas when he finally steps back enough. He wants to rip out Vaas' jugular with his teeth. But, he doesn't. Of course he doesn't. Because he isn't a psychotic fucking hot mess. ]
You know what's frustrating? [ Jason throws his arms out wide then brings them back in to gesture at Vaas. ] You, dude. Fuckin'—oh my God.
[ Jason runs his fingers through his hair, causing it to stick up wildly all over the place. He begins to pace a little, not unlike a caged tiger about to strike. ]
You expect me to believe that you knew that night and that's why you– [ he uses air quotes, ] "let me go?" [ He points to his own temple but looks at Vaas. ] You're insane!
[ He steps back up to Vaas, leaning down enough so they're eye to eye and snarls in a low tone; ] I'll take myself down if I can take you with me, Vaas.
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