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vc_player_npc (vc_player_npc) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

This was not going at all the way that the ingenuine Ianto had hoped. Jack was asking him for a specific example of what had happened last and there was no real time line in his muddled mind. Just images and facts; memories and thoughts. There was no specific order and he would have to make his best guess and hope like hell that it fell in the right year, at least. He didn't want to go too over the top, but he also did want to make sure it struck a chord, so he went with the most simultaneously intense and boring thing that he could think of.

"Being kicked in the stomach by Owen," he said. "He was trying to open the Rift to bring you back," he said to Jack. Please, God, let that have happened in 2008...

The real Ianto was getting antsy, his fingers fidgeting and his pacing stopping only for a few moments before resuming. Trust was a thought from the real Ianto that ricocheted through this Ianto's mind and it made enough sense, after all. He was hoping for Jack to trust that he was who he said he was.

The need to change tack entirely washed over the clone and he wanted - no, needed - to extract himself from the situation. Now. He just had no idea how to do it. He needed time to finish growing into this mind and to formulate a more effective plan...