016- Just a bit of dangerous fun

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[Jack is standing by himself on one of the more secluded parts of the Plane. He has a small dagger in his hand, and without hesitation he throws it up in the air,  watching it spin for a few seconds before catching it by the hilt as it comes back down. He does this a few times, then pulls out another dagger, throwing that up as well. A few moments later he adds a third, and soon after a fourth.

He keeps that up for a few a little over a minute, focusing on the daggers and nothing else.

Then he makes a mistake, loosing his focus on one particular dagger for a second too long. It falls blade down and goes right through his hand, only stopping when the hilt is pressed against his palm. The rest clatter to the floor around him and he winces, the type of reaction that one normally associates with brushing against a hot stove rather than having  a blade pierce the middle of your palm.

Rather calmly, he pulls it out, shaking off the blood distractedly as he watches his hand. It's covered in blood, slowly dripping and making a pool besides his feet. Soon enough, however, the wound repairs itself and he's left with nothing but a bloody hand]

Comments

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

... C-Captain! [dfkldnslkfds]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Hey Ryotarou.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[First biting his thumb and now this? Augh.] At least we know you're back to normal... [A bit of a sigh.]

... were you juggling?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[the Brig crosses his arms] Harkness. I know you're capable of healing, but really.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack has been getting scolded a lot lately]....I was bored.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[it's the Brig's new hobby: scold Jack] You could at least wear a glove.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[....]

Jack.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Yeah?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

...[Sigh. She shakes her head, drops, and comes back with a hot, wet towel.]

...you are such an idiot.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Still a bit... unhealthy-looking, but otherwise recovered.] ...well, that wasn't bad. Up until you skewered yourself.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack does notice a difference, but he decides to keep his mouth closed for now] Work in progress.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Holds out a hand, eyebrows up in question]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

--Jack.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

....I was bored?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

That doesn't mean you should be doing that.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[sigh] At least it was only your hand, yeah?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Lucky me?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[wryly] Could've gone lower, and then where would you be? [pause, someone is thinking about Jack's penis growing back; mun blames the distracting icon] Anyway. Where've you been lately, Jack?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Wide eyes] Neat trick.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Up until the end, of course.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

I've tried juggling with daggers once or twice.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[...Jack, you're an idiot. Ianto would be holding his hand out for those daggers now.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[And Jack would be holding on to them now, like a child refusing to hand over a toy]

[madamemoiselle]

Ne, Jack, what a waste~ {But Diva takes Jack's hand and starts to lick the blood off his hand. Permission? Personal space? Those are unnecessary.}

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Pffft, this is Diva and Jack; no such thing as permission or personal space] That's one way to clean up.