#{ Jack Vessalius: Mask After Mask Canon-ish Verse }

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Draw Jack like one of your French Girls. Does this joke even count if you're actually French?

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Something had decidedly changed about Jack since Lacie's loss, if it could even be called a 'loss'. Murder was more appropriate and yet...Jack still came into 'Glen''s room in the middle of the night, like nothing had happened, but...

He looked lost. Something was wrong with his face. That 'water' that Oswald had previously described from him was turbulent.

"...May I...stay in the room with you while you sleep?" He asked quietly, taking a step closer and then hesitating mid step and lowering his foot back down.

There was a strange sort of anxiety about his presence right now.

The plan had already been put into motion. He had no room for this sentiment that was sitting in his gut right now.

But this person...Glen...formerly Oswald...was supposed to be his friend. That was who you went to for something like this...right?

@kitxkatrp : You asleep?” Jack

He hadn't been asleep long, maybe a little over an hour; he had been stressed lately, and wasn't sleeping very well. So, upon hearing Jack's question he didn't even bother opening his eyes. Couldn't he see he was trying to rest, what could the blonde possibly want now? Maybe it was something important? Deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt, with a slight sigh Oswald slowly opened his eyes. "What is it, Jack?"

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"You're my best friend." (Jack)

He knew this. He /had/ known this. But why did it feel so...wrong..to hear it from Glen's lips?

"You shouldn't feel that way," why did that just come out of his mouth? His cheeks bloomed pink from horror and he turned and tried to hide the look on his face.

More and more he was thinking that he couldn't do this.

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"Oswald! Do you want to go see a play with me?"

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"Just take me home." (Jack)

He knew that he shouldn't agree. Glen had a lot of things he was supposed to be here for, but he looked so upset that Jack couldn't deny him.

"All right," he reached out and gently squeezed his shoulder. "Come on, lets go back. I'll go with you."

He would hear about it, he was sure, but....

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let's go before i change my mind! (Jack)

A delighted laugh. "Calm down, calm down--it's just a drink. No need to take it so seriously, my friend." Jack responded with a smile, following Glen as he made his way out the door. "You might be a hit with the ladies there if you smile a little~"

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😭 to find my muse crying. (Jack)

"...Glen...?" Jack definitely expect to find his friend crying under that tree he loved to sit under. Even the birds seemed to want to cheer him up, but they flew off when Jack approached.

"What's...what's wrong?" He asked, feeling completely out of his element. It was one thing when it was a maiden that he didn't know well crying. He could give pretty words, fake smiles and flattering and she would be okay.

But this was Glen. Oswald. That was different.

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"People freak me out." (Jack)

"Do they? I never would've guessed." This was supposed to be a party and yet Glen was standing there looking like he wanted to be anywhere else.

"You won't get used to them if you don't talk to them, Glen." He pointed out, offering a smile. "It might do you some good to make connections."

He could see Miranda Barma out there in the crowd. He would avoid speaking with her entirely, as per their agreement. But he knew she was interested in speaking with Glen at some point, so he should encourage him.

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"Take my hand!" [Jack]

"Ah--" He did reach out and grab the other's hand just in time to avoid toppling right out the window. That surely would have been more painful than any tree he had ever fallen out of.

With Oswald's hand gripping tightly to his, Jack found himself stumbling toward him and leaning on his shoulder to catch his breath.

His limbs were shaking.

"S-Sorry, I...lost my footing."

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Muse BIO: Jack Vessalius

BIO can be found here. Jack Vessalius, the so known "Hero" of the Tragedy, that appears to be so friendly that you'd easily let your guard down...but there's nothing but emptiness behind those eyes.

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...How is it possible to love a character so much and yet want them to be run over by a fucking train at the same time--

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[White Rabbit to Jack Vessalius and Oswald] She'd been appearing to pull on that blonde man's hair every so often. This time was no different. She would appear, taking notice of a conversation about the manor being haunted and grin. Reaching up she would once more PULL on his hair, before quickly sticking her tongue out at Glen proper and immediately turning and disappearing.

"SEE GLEN? I TOLD YOU." Jack hurriedly exclaims, twisting around and around to try and see who had pulled on his hair--

Annnnd he's feeling a headache begin to form.

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[White Rabbit to Jack Vessalius] Reaches out and pulls on his braid before darting away.

Confused blinking. "...Vincent?" Nope, it wasn't Vincent. Not at all. But he didn't see anyone.

He tilted his head. "What?"

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me on discord with my friend plotting the murder of their Jack muse

my Jack:

Incredible concern.

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23. does your muse like receiving gifts? what would be the best gift to get them? (Jack)

Jack actually has a weakness for hand made things. Even if it's just a scrap of paper with a drawing on it. The reason being is that things you can buy with money you can do with a superficial amount of care. He's used to that.

Hand made gifts are different. That's something you put effort and love into for a specific person. It is something he feels torn up about, but he loves accepting those kinds of gifts. He loves receiving them and keeps everything he's ever given, even if he doesn't personally like it.

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19. what would be the best way to cheer up your muse when they’re sad? (Jack)

Validation. Being listened to. Acknowledged. These are things he has gone his entire time without. But it's a double edged sword. He fears that real self of his being discovered just as much as he fears his isolation.

If you can get through his initial panic, though, it might work wonders.