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[mrballisticsdummy]

[Anyone who's met Jacobi for more than fifteen seconds would be forgiven in thinking that this isn't Jacobi. This isn't the same man who packed explosives gleefully while being a sarcastic brat all at the same time. But Jacobi knows this. He knows what this is. So he's cheerful in a way that he had to once be literally programmed into.]

Hey guys! This isn't so bad, right? We're definitely going to be alright, aren't we? I mean! At least we have some food and water and a place to sleep! That's progress and something we can look forward to! We just need to work together and keep our chins up, right?

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[It's easy to play the part when he isn't actually with anyone else. But Jacobi is frayed at the edges, and he knows that this won't last. There's even a time when he wishes for the regulator again. The very thing that had taken his freedom from him. And those times are when he paces his room like a caged tiger.

And that room is as much his prison as he makes it. Jacobi doesn't leave his room except when forced to work or forced to sing or forced to be social. He will take visitors, but he won't be pleasant to be around. He knows he can't graduate that way, but it just feels so good to be angry. Especially at first.]

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[mrballisticsdummy]

You're telling me.

But I wasn't leaving by myself. So. Stupid loyalty got me here.

[wastedluck]

Loyalty ain't the worst thing in the world. But... yeah. I'm sorry that it still got you here.

[He stares at Jacobi for a few seconds.]

What's yer name, anyhow?

[mrballisticsdummy]

Jacobi.

[He stares back a moment.]

You're not so bad, if I can get past the missing a dimension thing.

[wastedluck]

[That gets a chuckle out of Oswald.]

Hey, who said I'm the one with the wrong number a' dimensions here?

[mrballisticsdummy]

Because your digestive tract makes no sense. That's why.