[anonymous text]

[51stcentury]

So. How many of you out there know this Eridan kid? On the ship. One of the trolls, they like to call themselves. Don't you? How many of you are there left here, anyway? There seem to have been an awful lot that rather just filtered through, haven't there.

Anyway, back to the point. Anyone ever heard of anyone named Kar or Fef or anything close to that? I'd love to hear more about them. Especially their friendship with Eridan.

[This next part is rather just specific to a particular Welsh teaboy. He's been leaving notes for him, as soon as Ianto figured it all out. Just a little comment here and there. One by the coffee in the kitchen - 'Just one cup, Jones.' One under his towel in the showers - 'I can see why he likes to compliment that arse ;)' And the most recent one, left on the bed. The new bed, in the new room Ianto moved to to try and get away from him.

'It's awfully lonely without him, isn't it.']

[ooc: with permissions from kurumi and zee of course]

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as if i need to point out this is text

[uncodlyawwesome]

wwould you stop fuckin pickin on me!

[forever anon text, although they both know it's jack]

[51stcentury]

Now who ever said I was picking on you? I'm just trying to figure out the facts here.

[uncodlyawwesome]

i told you the fuckin facts noww fuckin stop it before i come dowwn there an punch you square in your stupid fuckin smirk

[51stcentury]

Come down where? You assume that you'll be able to find me.

text;

[constructum]

Is there a point to this?

[forever anonymous text]

[51stcentury]

Because it is a curiousity. And curious minds want to know whether he was lying or not.

[ voice ]

[coffeeking]

[Ianto feels like he's been going mad, these past weeks. He keeps finding the notes no matter where he tries to hide, but has seen nothing of Jack himself... or rather, the being that now inhabits Jack's body. He's no closer to understanding how to help Jack than he was in the beginning.]

Stop it. Just stop, please. Let him go.

[constructum]

so the need to call him out like this was needed?

[uncodlyawwesome]

i can find anyone i fuckin wwant an if youre gonna keep this bullshit up im gonna beat the carp outta you

text | encrypted 100%

[swagneto]

This one doesn't know of the allies yet.

[ And Erik really doesn't, what with the demon filtering through Erik's own memories to sort out what he knows about Eridan, despite having spoken to him on a regular basis. Nevertheless, the text is sent out encrypted on the demon's behalf. ]

But keep an eye on him, he talks to Eridan regularly.

[ locked; voice ]

[51stcentury]

Why? ~Because you love him~? [Mockingly. Oh yes, he knows all about that. He's got access to Jack's memories, after all. And they've been so very entertaining these last few weeks. Also tilde's were the only way to properly express the emotion behind this]

[51stcentury]

In a matter of speaking, yes.

Lying is a sin, you know.

[51stcentury]

You'd like that, wouldn't you? The chance to best someone like me.

text | encrypted 100%

[51stcentury]

Media vita in morte sumus. [Testing the water, to make sure you are what you say you are]

[uncodlyawwesome]

it wwouldnt be a chance it wwould be a fuckin guarantee youre not so fuckin cool

[uncodlyawwesome]

i dont need you to fuckin stand up for me

[action with eridan]

[51stcentury]

[He's waiting for the young troll to find him. Best make it somewhere they won't be interrupted, and somewhere that Eridan can find him soon enough. So he finds somewhere relatively out of the way, a hallway that he hasn't seen anyone go through in the entire week he's been skulking around on his own, and sits and waits. Let's see if Eridan's as good at tracking someone down as he's been implying he is...]

[uncodlyawwesome]

[Eridan had already started to stalk as soon as Jack had the gall to call him out. Anonymous or not, he knows exactly who he's looking for - and so the anonymous just makes it worse. Because nobody else will know who's being the dick here, and more importantly, it makes it harder for Jones to prove he's right.

Well, not to Eridan. Eridan's pretty sure that this scumsucker isn't all Jack - but that doesn't stop him from wondering about just how much might actually be Jack talking, or Jack thinking, or even just based on thoughts Jack has had, and if Jack has ever thought of Eridan like how he's been treating him now...

Eridan doesn't really want to think about that, because it's stupid and untrue and Jack is an okay guy, would probably be right up there with the more aristocratic landdwellers if he were a troll, and he's... Well, put up with a lot of Eridan's shit, which is kind of hard to ignore. (but what if that's why)

His hand clenches around his communicator (don't think about how Shadow took it from you to try and keep you from doing stupid shit like this once upon a time, Shadow isn't here and neither is Kitten or anyone who could even pass for a moirallegiance) and wishes that it were his wand. He can do some fucking damage with that thing. Has done some damage with that thing. Fuck.

He wanders almost aimlessly, looks everywhere he can think Jack would go, and when he finds him his shoulders get all rigid, like a territorial cat.]

Told you I could fuckin' find you.

[51stcentury]

[He turns, glancing up at the young troll from where he sits against the wall, moving to stand, smiling easily at him as he did.] So you did. Very well done. And here I thought that I was making things difficult for you...

[Of course, he'd wanted Eridan to find him. He'd let him find him. As the tone of his voice suggests quite clearly]

[uncodlyawwesome]

[Eridan scowls and slips his communicator into a pocket as quickly as he can, digging his nails into the palms of his hands.] Yeah, I bet you fuckin' did. Wwhere the fuck do you get off tryin' to call me out ovver the netwwork?

[51stcentury]

[He shrugs] I was hoping that someone would be able to back your story up. Alas, there didn't seem to be any takers. Pity that, don't you think?

[uncodlyawwesome]

That's because nobody here knowws me any more. [He tries to be dismissive, but it comes out as an upset hiss.] The only fuckin' person here wwho knowws me is Nepeta.

[He tries to decide what to say, what route to go, but his mouth goes ahead and does the talking without thinking thing.] Wwhy are you callin' me out? You're actin' like a complete bastard, an' you're makin' Jones look right, an' that's not wwhat you should be doin' in this situation.

[51stcentury]

[He tilts his head at Eridan] So Ianto's been talking to you. Do tell, what's he been telling you now? That it's not me? That you shouldn't listen to a word I say?

[He smirks] Obviously, I can see that you've taken his words to heart.

[uncodlyawwesome]

[Of course he has. He's smart, he's sensible, he knows when to listen to other people, and most importantly-]

Wwell, you sure as fuck havven't been actin' enough like Jack to givve me any fuckin' doubts.

[51stcentury]

Oh I haven't, have I? [He crosses his arms across his chest, sitting in his hip] But I look like him. I sound like him. I even know what he knows. You tell me. How could I not be Jack?