Have pity on the general, the king, and the captain. [Locked]

[stopdropanddie]

Two weeks. Two weeks.

Somehow in two weeks, he's managed to find himself in a completely different version of a world that wasn't his own in the first place, reacquire an awkward relationship with his daughter, and somehow deeply upset a psychic girl, because somehow she's overly fond of a person who probably isn't worth being that upset over, but

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[the_vesmier]

What, precisely, the Vesmier is expecting is... very little. Not in the sense that he expects little of the man, but the sense that he simply tries not to expect - too much can be misassumed.

He's facing the door when Mr. Bristow arrives, hands tucked into their opposite sleeves and posture respectful but not deferential. He bows, slightly, a partially-casual Gallifreyan gesture of equal to equal, controlling his expression as well as he ever does.

"Johnathan Bristow," he confirms. There are only two chairs in the room, one of which behind a desk, neither of which the Vesmier has taken, and neither of which he motions Bristow toward.

This will be.. interesting.

[stopdropanddie]

Jack pauses for a moment, considers this cultural greeting, and, not wanting to seem rude (he does have a sense of class, even if being rude was never anything he concerned himself with), mimics the bow. "No one has called me Jonathan in a long time. It's Jack these days."

When was the last time anyone called him Jonathan? Better question: Who told him his name was Jonathan? Well, his guard's already up anyway, but he's not seeing the Vesmier as being nearly as much as a physical threat as April seemed to be, but one never got ahead by not being careful, so he'll just... Keep paying far too much attention to every little minute detail.

He considers the two chairs, but really the only obvious choice is the one in front of the desk, as far as Jack can see. The Vesmier called this meeting, he has no way of knowing this isn't his personal office, and he's not here for some brash, egotistical power play. He takes the seat and regards the Vesmier stoicly

[the_vesmier]

The Vesmier opts to remain standing, if only to eschew the implications of putting them in those respective places. He gives him a small smile, small enough to be almost unnoticeable, but hopefully enough to signify that he is neither a threat nor a superior.

"If there is one thing I've found in my tenure here," he begins, "it's that very little can be relied upon to accurately resemble its appearance at first glance. You've arrived in the midst of an unusually volatile situation. It's my hope to answer some of your questions; address some of your concerns."

[stopdropanddie]

Oh. Well, that's the Bristow way, apparently. Clearly if one of them isn't causing some sort of an upset, the other one will have to pick up the slack. Granted, Jack's prepared to defend his motives to the death if he has to, considering he firmly believes he's operating in the best interests of a whole, not a part.

And this makes him a rather splendid hypocrite, because if Sydney's death might potentially save lives, he wouldn't even consider it an option.

"By concerns, I'm assuming you mean Sark." It's not quite a question and he's honestly starting to wonder exactly how many people are either fond or willing to defend him... Which leads him to wonder if maybe he really is wrong.

The latter he doesn't think about too much.