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[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

You hear that?

That is the noise of Jack approaching the farm, European folk metal blaring out of the speakers of the Coraline. He had considered arriving at Ruth, but then he decided to screw that idea. Jack Hollins doesn't fear anything at the farm, dammit.

So he's driving up merrily, singing along with the radio.

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[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

"Aye!"

Jack is more patronising than Oliver deserves, truth be told.

"The dead ghost displaces her own. And we seek to fix it!"

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

It takes all of Oliver's self-control not to grit his teeth at the tone. He knows more of what this situation entails (though he's certain Jack isn't telling him the full story); that's the important thing.

"It certainly is," he searches for just the right word, "a challenge."

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

"That it is," Jack confirms. "And what is life without a challenge?"

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

Apparently souls can survive on their own now. Just when you thought you got used to the weirdness....

Oliver purposefully assumes Jack's question to be rhetorical, as he's had enough of the man. Also, he's freezing.

"Good luck on your quest, then."

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Jack touches his fingers to his hat, allowing Oliver to make that assumption.

"And thank ye for the wishes."

That, at least, is a sincere acceptance of the good luck wish. It's just polite.

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

A nod, then Oliver goes into the farm house to warm up.