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[psi_flames]

It's not been a fun week-plus since Jono was really last in the Nexus. Something that shows in the way he holds himself as he walks into the Nexus. His face is set into an angry frown as he stalks into the questioning area

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[mymastershopes]

"In a similar situation, I shredded the astral form of the creature responsible into various small pieces. I have not seen your target, but I wish you well."

[psi_flames]

Jono glances at the man and nods, then pauses and does a double take.

Ooookay.

"Thanks. Ain't so sure 'at shreddin' 'is astral form's what I wanna do, but makin' sure the bastard don' touch me friend again is high on the bloody list."

[mymastershopes]

Paris has barely met his world's Jono, and certainly never seen him with a mouth.

"That would be the priority." It'd been the Shadow King. Breaking a few bones wasn't exactly an option.

[psi_flames]

Oh, well, the Shadow King. THAT Jono could understand. Considering the bastard had once completely taken out his only form of communication. (Okay, he'd killed all telepathy in the world, but it was kind of more personal for Jono.)

"Aye, 'at's me thinkin' on it, too. Keep me mate safe, then take some of 'is own back." Broken bones might well be an option here.

[defabrication]

"Something drastic," Jack answers seriously. 'Drastic' in this sense of the word, no doubt, means violent. Supremely violent. Ha pauses. "I've not seen him, but I'm looking for him. He's done some serious damage around here. Your friend going to be all right?"

Oh, Jack. Little do you know!

[psi_flames]

Jono does a double-take again, though for a different reason. It takes a moment to realize that, no, this isn't Jackson.

At the question, though, he shakes his head. "Dunno yet," he admits. "All the stuff what was done t' 'im is old. Decades old. Wormed through 'is childhood an' mos' of 'is time in the Nexus. Festered an' drove 'im a bit mad." Jono takes a breath, though his chest doesn't really move with it. "Had t' go in an' erase it all. Wasn' much left I could save, but was the only way t' save 'is sanity. So now's a waitin' game."

[defabrication]

He answers the double-take with raised eyebrows that suggest a little amused 'oh, hello!' Completely oblivious, yes.

"Decades?" Adam was here a few weeks ago, so that doesn't quite match up with what Jack is thinking, but this is the Nexus and stranger things have certainly happened. "Well, either way, that sounds terrible," he offers apologetically. "I've been trying to help one of my alternates sort out someone who Adam messed with, but this sounds extensive and well beyond our area of expertise."

[psi_flames]

"Think there might've been a hiccup in the Nexus," Jono admits after a moment. Something that is borne out a moment later when a possibly familiar golden head pushes out from under his jacket.

Siouxsie is helo, apparently.

He sighs, reaching up to give her a scritch. "Yeah. Beyond me own, too, I guess. Sorta keep thinkin' that if I knew more, might've been able t' save somethin' more. But it was all so corrupted." And it's obvious from his face that it pains Jono one hell of a lot, not being able to do more.

[downright_mad]

Oh, she feels your anger, and it makes her ever so happy.

"Was it Adam? He does so love to mess with people's memories. I've not met him myself, but Eleu has. At least she's good for something."

Take a look inside her head, Jono. It's ever so broken.

[psi_flames]

Ah-hahahaha...no. Jono's not that crazy, lady. Besides, he doesn't normally go poking around in people's heads without their permission.

He raises an eyebrow. "Yeah, sorta got that feelin' 'bout the bloke."

[hiweighrobbery]

Craddock glances up from his chair in mild alarm, getting a rather good sense of that anger before he even gets a look at Jono, and listens to the question in silence.

"I imagine I would go and teach him a lesson, if I were you." He says carefully, and he's loudly thinking something along the line of 'bashing in the bastard's brains, that ought to do it', "And no, I have not, but best of luck to you, sir."

[psi_flames]

Jono makes a sound of agreement, nodding to Craddock. Then pausing and...look, he's doing a lot of double taking today, apparently. "Yeah. Sound's 'bout what I've got planned. Jus' need t' fin' the ruddy bastard, first."

[hiweighrobbery]

"Have you any leads?"

[psi_flames]

Jono shakes his head. "Know 'e's 'round the Nexus. Or was. Dunno 'bout anymore."

[soma_crucifix]

"What the hell?" Soma asked with a quiet anger, hands curled tightly into fists. "If they were my friends this person messed with, I'd hunt them down and make them hurt."

[psi_flames]

Oh, hello, Soma. Jono nods, jaw tense. "Oh, believe me, mate. Jus' as soon as I've got a bead on the man, I'm givin' 'im what fer."

He glances at Soma, then asks, "Y'ever fin' the blokes what screwed with yer head?" Because Jono never did. Well, this Jono, at least. And he'd kind of like to do much the same to them, actually.

[soma_crucifix]

He nods - the scenario had hit too close to home. "Yeah, I know who the bastards are - but Arikado is pulling strings to keep me from trying to go after them." Soma let out a low beastial, frustrated growl.

"A bunch of xenophobic cultists that worshipped a screwed up version of Santiago."

[psi_flames]

Jono nods and growls himself. "You fin' out where they are, you gimme a ring. I'll help."

His younger self will help. It's all the same, really.