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Who: Jak, Daxter and DADDY
What: Jak has issues that need to be resolved. While that day might never come, this marks another valiant attempt...
When: Today...ish?
Where: Jak's Room
Rating: God only knows....(PG-13 ish

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It's almost a minute before Jak opens the door, glaring at his father for a second before his stance relaxes minutely.

"Damas."

Jak looks awful, and feels worse. There are dark shadows beneath his eyes belaying his lack of sleep, and his ears droop slightly. And yet there's something tense and angry right beneath the surface. He's clearly not well, but in true Jak form, he's fairly disinterested in talking about why.

Oh, right. Belatedly, he steps back to let the older man inside.

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Damas throws his opposite hand across his body in an effort to catch the fist and uses his stronger arm to throw a blow at Jak's stomach. It's half-hearted, to some extent-- if it connects, it should be somewhat obvious that he's holding back.

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It connects, and Jak grunts as he's too late to tense his stomach muscles. The frustration of being blocked so easily is one thing, but knowing that Damas is holding back pisses him off far more.

Snarling, he shoves the man, taking a step back.

"What is this, a joke to you?" he growls. It's obvious that he's already close to snapping, and not thinking clearly at all.

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Damas takes an easy step back when he's shoved, his expression level. "Far from it." He forces the last two words out through his teeth as he moves to slam a punch to the side of Jak's jaw. The move served its exact purpose-- to distract him. He's not really pulling punches at all-- and not in the strategic sense, either.

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Sloppy. The distraction worked perfectly, and Damas' fist lands squarely against Jak's jaw, his head snapping aside with the force.

Any other time, he might have been impressed. But now he's just furious. Hand planting against the wall to regain his balance, Jak kicks back, aiming the sole of his foot at Damas' chest. With boots this might have cracked some ribs, but in bare feet even if it lands it'll do little more than bruise.

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It's a solid kick, boots or no, and Damas is sent off-balance and off-guard for the first time in a long time; he'd not been expecting footwork in close quarters, mostly because he wouldn't have thought to use it. The kick winds him, and very nearly sends him toppling backwards. The wall behind him quickly becomes the only thing keeping him upright until he launches himself off of it, aiming a low punch for Jak's abdomen.

He can't help but wonder how much stamina Jak actually has at this state of exhaustion.

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Before Damas recovers, Jak straightens up and throws himself forward, teeth bared, eyes more dark than blue. But his anger clouds his sense, and he sees the punch too late.

The fist connects and Jak doubles over, the breath momentarily torn from his lungs. One leg buckles beneath him, but he only stumbles momentarily before clawing his way back to his feet. Determination and stubbornness keeps him going, despite actually gripping his father's arm for support, if only for half a second before leaning back on his own weight.

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A quiet hiss of shock escapes Damas, and he holds fast to keep Jak upright. Once he's back on his feet, Damas steps back, mostly to observe Jak's next move, to see if he can predict it before it comes. He sucks in a lungful of air and winces inwardly-- the kick really did hurt, and still hurts. It's hard for him to catch his breath so quickly.

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Even Jak's not sure what his next move will be. He's tiring quickly; furniture doesn't hit back or require quite as much thought and skill as a live opponent. Exhausted and angry, his skin pale and eyes dark, Jak can feel the Dark Eco pulling at the back of his mind, surging through his blood and itching beneath his skin.

Far from pushing it back, he finds himself leaning on it, encouraging it almost. Jak wants to let the rage and hurt and frustration and fear of so many of years in prison OUT, and the Dark Eco promises to vent it for him.

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And for all of that effort, Damas can't be sure of where Jak is going to move, so, he launches another attack-- a hard right hook aimed for the spot on his jaw where one of his blows connected previously. Ideally, this would drop Jak to the ground, or at least stun him, but really, Damas has no idea what will happen. The most he expects is a block; he's prepared for a quick jab to the ribs with his other hand.

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It lands, and something snaps. Jak's head whips to the side and he tastes blood, thick and metallic on his tongue. As his legs buckle and he drops to a knee, an inhuman sound escapes his throat.

A bolt of Dark Eco shudders down his arm, and with a flash of purple and burst of ozone, Jak is gone.

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Damas is taken aback. Seeing the transformation at a distance, in the arena, is one thing. Seeing it less than a yard from your person is something entirely different, and remarkably thrilling-- though, terrifying, in its own right. He's fairly certain there's no predictability to be had here, but he's going to give Jak the first move, and use it as leverage for what's to come.

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Though the fight was so close, Daxter does little more than stir and burrow down further into the covers. He's vaguely aware of the commotion but deep sleep has its hold over him firmly and he doesn't think he should have to wake up for anything more dire than the boat sinking.

But then all the fur along his spine raises up and he knows what's happening, somewhere deep in his gut, and the Dark Eco stirs enough to snap Dax awake with a physical jolt and a startled snort. He lifts his head to blink sleepily; there is one more person in this room than there should be. A yawn later Daxter rises to all fours and stretches, staring at Damas until his sleep-fogged mind places his identity. Okay good.

...except that Jak is on his knee and changing into Dark Jak, which is very not good. Daxter's eyes widen and he stumbles toward the edge of the bed- He just needs to get to Jak before he attacks Damas (he doesn't even know if Jak would attack Damas), it'll be fine-]

Jak-!

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He's tired. He's tired, and controlling the Dark Eco seems impossible. Bolts and sparks shudder down his arms, claws digging into the carpet. His ears twitch at Daxter's voice, but it doesn't register as his name. Just a strangely familiar word.

Leaning his weight back, he uses the momentum as he stands to swing his arm back and slice at Damas with his claws.

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Damas was expecting a full-out lunge, and does move-- but he was expecting a body blow. The claws rake from the nape of his neck to his jaw, a shallow wound, but it does snap him out of whatever reservations he had about hurting his son.

There's nothing of Jak here, nothing at all.

The decision is not easy, but it is quick. Damas is going to put this boy down, and he's going to do it quickly-- he throws all of his weight forward to lunge at his son, his plan decided as quickly as a gasp of air.

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When Jak doesn't react to Daxter's call he knows things are bad. Even in the prison cell, Jak had eventually heard him and listened, and Jak had a lot more control over his powers now than he ever did before. If Jak isn't responding, then something has to be seriously wrong.

Sleep clings to the corners of his mind but Daxter shakes it off. He knows he's too weak to make the jump onto Jak's shoulder though, so he presses himself down to the floor and slinks around on all fours, ears back. Damas throws himself at Jak to take him to the ground and Daxter scurries out of the way as quickly as he could.

"Jak- Jak, buddy, can't you hear me? It's Daxter...!"