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Jake Sully (dumb_grunt) wrote in nexusthreads, @ 2017-02-10 00:46:00

Who: New Jake and Blue Jake
Where: The Bar
When: 20 minutes after this thread
What: Talking
Open: Noooo
Notes: As ever, mouse-over on the Na'vi for translations :) (I didn't put in translations for the ones Jake would use all the time)



Jake sat at his table in the bar, looking down at a knot in the wooden surface while he had his hands out flat, drumming quietly along with a rhythm he’d last heard on a different world. War drums, one of the hunting songs of the Omaticaya, he realized. He didn’t have anything stronger than coffee in front of him this time and he was ignoring the view that he’d been fascinated by when he was here before. His new other self had asked to meet up with him, and like a skxawng, he’d agreed to it. He’d even suggested where to meet! Still, he’d said he’d do this and he wasn’t about to start backing out of things now, even if talking to Other-him had brought memories of his last day on Pandora right back to the front of his mind. Not that it was ever very far from there, but that wasn’t the point.

Behind him, the other Jake stood in the doorway for a brief moment watching him as he drummed on the table before joining in with the words.

"Oeyä swizaw nìngay tivakuk, Oeyä tukrul txe'lanit tivakuk..."

Jake’s head snapped round as he glared at his other self, but the other man just bowed in greeting, saluting as he did so.

"Oel ngati kameie, ma tsmukan."

"Oel ngati kameie. Aren’t you supposed to be in your Avatar? And... and how the fuck are you walking?" Jake asked, as he spun round in his chair to face him. The fact that they shared the same face didn’t throw him at all, but it was weird as fuck knowing that the guy in front of him was himself, and that he was so calm about this. But then, he was Island Jake, wasn’t he? He was used to all this bullshit, he knew all the people, all the new nieces and nephews, and what the fuck was going on. If he knew what was going on, he’d be calm as well.

Other-Jake just shrugged. "I wasn’t sure how big this place was. And, uh, that’s kinda what I wanted to talk to you about."

Jake watched as his other self crouched down and did something, some weird gesture around his neck, and then stared as he stopped being tawtute. He looked up at his Na’vi self, with his braids and beads and his knife strapped to his chest, and then Jake abruptly turned back to look out the window. It didn’t help, since he could see the whole bar behind him reflected in the glass, which included the other Jake. Fucking outstanding.

"So, what? You can switch between tawtute and Na’vi, is that what you wanted to tell me? That doesn’t tell me how you’re walking, and we ain’t going exploring in that jungle out there, not together, because there ain’t no Avatars here, no link beds or any of that stuff. It’s just me and this stupid fucking chair," he snapped, ignoring how the ears on the Na’vi behind him had gone flat against his head.

"I wanted to tell you what happens. Back home. And I wanted to explain some things that happened on the other island. Like how it looks like I can swap bodies."

"You’re walking," Jake pointed out, before coughing long and hard enough that he had to really struggle to get his breath back. He couldn’t see the look of concern that flashed over his other self’s face, but he’d have ignored it too if he had noticed.

"If you’d let me explain, I’d tell you what’s going on."

Jake spun his chair back round to face his other self again, and glared up at him. His Avatar (His Avatar, nobody else’s!) just looked back at him, before getting to his feet and almost smacking his head off of a beam above him.

"Ow, shit... right, okay. I’m walking because this," and he paused to gesture at his body, "is my body now. I don’t need the link bed or anything like that. This is me. And this is because some of Tommy’s kids are insanely clever magic-users." He did that weird gesture up round his neck again, and looked human once more.

"You’re... You went through the Eye of Eywa? I’m gonna do that? Shit, what the hell happens in the battle? Grac-"

"Nothing! Mawey! Grace wasn’t strong enough, she’d lost too much blood. You’re gonna be fine. Mo’at offered it... Okay, I gotta start at the start, I guess. You said you were in the battle, Quaritch broke the windows to where the link beds were and you couldn’t breathe?"

Jake nodded, obviously still recovering from that particular shitshow, and fought back the urge to cough yet again. His other self walked over to a chair and slumped down into it, scrubbed at his face and then sat up straight.

"Okay. Neytiri’s killed him already. She’s gonna save your sorry ass, again, and give you the mask so you can breathe. And then, uh, once you get that sorted and get back in the Avatar, you’re gonna go check on everyone and everything. You can relax, ma tsmukan, we won. Almost everyone on the base got shipped back to Earth."

Jake nodded again, then tilted his head to look closer at his new twin. "What aren’t you telling me?"

Other Jake just laughed briefly, a harsh noise with no humor in it, and glanced away before looking down to study his hands. "Tsu’tey... he, uh, he was injured real bad. I... he told me I was Olo’Eyktan. Poan palmawm... Oe salmi Tson. Oe larmu pori Toruk."

Jake stared at him, and said nothing for a long moment. "He did what?"

The other Jake lifted his head and looked straight at him. "You're Olo'Eyktan, ma tsmukan. We both are."

Jake just shook his head and scrubbed at his face. "No. No way, man, I ain't officer material," he pointed out.

"I said that too, but it didn't matter. Apparently, it was decided. I dunno who decided it, but I'm thinking Tsu'tey and Eywa ganged up on us."

Jake continued to stare at his other self. "You're not making this up. Tsu'tey is dead, and you... we're Olo'Eyktan."

"Oe pänu. You think I'd pick something like that to make into a joke or something?"

"No, no, it's just... Olo'Eyktan. Fucking hell. I don't... how...." Even the thought of being Clan Chief was beyond him right now. What the fuck did he know about leading the Omaticaya? Leaning forward, he let his head rest in his hands. Olo'Eyktan? Him?

He looked up again when he felt a hand on his arm. "It'll be okay. Eywa will guide us, and Neytiri and Mo'at will help. And some of the Elders are fine with explaining things, as long as we show we're learning and listening," Other Jake said quietly, before giving him a small smile and heading back to his seat.

He nodded back, and sat up straight again. "Okay. Yeah, okay. Being Olo'Eyktan, that's why Mo'at offered for you to go through the Eye of Eywa, right? Yeah. Uhm. Why don't you tell me about this other island, then? I've been hearing all kinds of stuff about it from Tommy's kids and Rose and pretty much everyone," he asked; a change in subject would be very welcome.

"Sure. I can do that," his other self said, and headed over to the bar before sitting down again. When he came back, he had a couple bottles of beer with him. One of them got set on the table beside Jake's forgotten coffee, and the rest went with him. Other Jake opened one once he was sitting down again, and drank half of it in one go, then thought for a moment before starting. "Did you know that when we're female, we look like Mom?"

Jake glanced over from opening his beer. "Okay, now you're fucking with me."

"I swear I'm not!" Other Jake replied with a grin, "Ask other-other-us if you don't believe me. Hell, ask any of the people who've been on the other island!"

"You've been a girl. You've been Mom." Jake clearly didn't believe him, still watching him to see when he'd reveal the truth.

"Couple times, yeah. Although I wasn't being Mom, I just looked like her." It was a very important point, it seemed.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. That ain't the weirdest thing, either. I've been a Norse God, a vampire, a pony, different versions of us, a merman-shark thing, a cat, an ikran - that is so fucking cool, by the way."

"You're talking shit," Jake interrupted with a laugh. An ikran?

"I promise, nothing I've told you is a lie!"

[This continued for a couple of hours, and by the end of it, Jake was a lot less hostile towards the Na'vi version of himself. They weren't best friends, but he didn't feel the need to punch him in the face any more. Na'vi Jake counted that as a win.]