09- The aftermath always lacks that adrenaline

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack appears on the Plane, once again back to his usual immortal self. He looks much better than he did before; though he still looks somewhat tired, he seems a lot more rested now, the bandages are gone, his hands healed, and his clothes look as neat as usual.

He looks around the Plane, sighs, then sticks his hands in his pockets] Is this the part where I apologize for going off the deep-end, or can I just say 'Promise I'm sleeping now' and pretend it never happened?

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[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Wait for it...wait for it...and...Jack gasps loudly, coughing as the air is forced into his lungs] You'd think I would've gotten used to coming back by now...[mutters]

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Well, then. She shoves her hands into her pockets and nudges him with her foot.] Isn't that a trick.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Grins, pushing himself to his feet] One hell of a trick, I would think. Also, thanks for not letting blood get on the coat.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Mmm. [She plucks the gun out of his hand and inspects it, keeping what seems to be the business end pointed well away from them both.] And what's this?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[And Jack takes it right back, because his gun, no touchy] It's my Webley.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Psshht, Jack is no fun.] 'Webley' is it. I'm assuming that wasn't magic.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Nope; it's a type of gun, a weapon.