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Jack is driving along one of the many roads on this big ol' wide continent in the Coraline, with all the windows open and a self-satisfied grin on his face. There's a bass guitar in the back, along with a couple amps (one of which actually goes up to 11 - he found the best); his cutlasses and guns are resting happily on the passenger seat and he's whistling while he looks out for other useful things to bring back to the farm.
(He's also looking for a friend he's missed recently)
There's no joy like the simple joys, and of them, Jack's favourite has always been the opensea road, knowledge of being useful to his friends, and a warm woman waiting for when he's done roaming.
Yo ho.
(He's also looking for a friend he's missed recently)
There's no joy like the simple joys, and of them, Jack's favourite has always been the open
Yo ho.
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(flashBANG)
THIRTEEN FLYING MONKEYS SWOOPING DOWN FROM THE SKY.
Eek eek ook eek ack ook eek eek ook ack eek ook ook!
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Flash and he's grabbed the cutlasses from behind him.
Bang and he's rolling across the truck to drop out of the passenger side.
Flying monkeys swoop out of the sky and he's ready to meet them.
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As she gets back to her feet she takes a glance at the monkeys and sighs. What is wrong with this place?
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Also, fangs.
And they seem determined to mob every living thing in sight, screaming what is no doubt the monkey equivalent of I'M GOING TO EAT YOUR FAAAAAAACE.
At least they're not throwing poo?
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Sort of. Jack doesn't have much time to appreciate anything.
He swings his blades with deadly efficiency, predicting accurately where the monkeys are going to be before they even get there.
And he's not aiming to injure, either.
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Her wrists flick, one after the other, to send a pair of knives arcing upward. She's good, of course, but she doesn't have Jack's ability to see where things are going. Her feet carry her in a dash toward the cover of Jack's car as she pulls another pair of knives from her sleeves.
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(To people who are not monkeys: as the headless body of the thirteenth fanged monstrosity falls to the ground, the remaining dozen swoop in to attack Jack.
This means two of them are paying Mai no attention, and Bertha and Hermione join Gerald in that great poo-flinging party in the sky.)
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He leaps away from Mai and the car, and spins again, cutlasses flashing.
He can't be in ten places at once, but he can be there and there and there in succession made all the more rapid by not needing to decide where to be before he moves to be there.
It's going to be messy, though.
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And that's not even counting the damage Jack is doing. Where the monkeys aren't losing heads, they're losing limbs.
Somewhere in the rain of parts, a cry goes up. The remaining three monkeys with all their bits attached break off and flee, leaving their companions to die. Hey, it's not like avenging Gerald worked.
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Oh no, his hat is right over there.He used the edge of a blood smeared bvlad to flick it up by the rim and catch it on his head, and turns around to grin at Mai.
"I'll be on my way?"
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She really wants to collect her knives, clean them, and check them for damage. But despite fighting together, she doesn't really trust Jack.
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There's a fallen knife to his side. He flicks it across the road to land near her.
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That doesn't stop her from leaning down to pick up the blade and carefully, pointedly, inspect it for nicks.
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"It's not harmed."
So THERE!
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"Effective. Fun. And with correct care, infinitely reusable."
He stands and twirls the swords lightly in his hands, sliding them under his sash finally - and almost elegantly, for what it's worth.
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Keeping the distance open allows you to stay nicely clean.
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Mai would be significantly messier if he hadn't been there.
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"Have you a message for your countryfolk?"
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