"No, but I can police our citizens that've gone elsewhere. And you're still a member of the Federal Military." John rounds on Jono. "And you. You don't scare me. I'll have you know I've had the best training in psychic resistance possible and--"
He doesn't get any further. Not out loud, though his mouth keeps moving. Jono hasn't moved an inch, just looking at the man placidly. "Are ya quite done?" he asks, counting the whooshes in his chest and stomach like one would count breaths. It keeps him steady.
He does reach back mentally, brushing against Jackson's mind. He'd explain it all. Once John Hart is gone.
"Now." Jono crosses his arms, glaring at the man. "Since it's becomin' clear 'at you ain't gonna leave us be, we'll try somethin' else." He steps forward, leaning in to look Hart in the eyes. Hart, who isn't even trying to speak now. Just glaring and trying to cover up the fear. "Could make you forget alla this. Ain't like I ain't done it 'fore. But. I'll leave you with yer memories so you can deliver a message." He watches his eyes flash in reflection from Hart's eyes. "'M done with messengers. You wanna settle this, send someone what actually can. Makin' meself clear 'ere?"
There's already telepathic reinforcement going on. John Hart is definitely going to remember the message. And forget how to get here once he's delivered it. It's not like the memories he has of Jackson aren't already faded enough. The man doesn't even remember that it's Jackson he fucked that night. Just as well. If he had, Jono might not have been so nice about it all.
He finally steps back, letting Hart move again. "And bloody well tell 'em t' call 'fore they come. 'S only fuckin' polite."
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Date: 2010-01-29 10:07 pm (UTC)He doesn't get any further. Not out loud, though his mouth keeps moving. Jono hasn't moved an inch, just looking at the man placidly. "Are ya quite done?" he asks, counting the whooshes in his chest and stomach like one would count breaths. It keeps him steady.
He does reach back mentally, brushing against Jackson's mind. He'd explain it all. Once John Hart is gone.
"Now." Jono crosses his arms, glaring at the man. "Since it's becomin' clear 'at you ain't gonna leave us be, we'll try somethin' else." He steps forward, leaning in to look Hart in the eyes. Hart, who isn't even trying to speak now. Just glaring and trying to cover up the fear. "Could make you forget alla this. Ain't like I ain't done it 'fore. But. I'll leave you with yer memories so you can deliver a message." He watches his eyes flash in reflection from Hart's eyes. "'M done with messengers. You wanna settle this, send someone what actually can. Makin' meself clear 'ere?"
There's already telepathic reinforcement going on. John Hart is definitely going to remember the message. And forget how to get here once he's delivered it. It's not like the memories he has of Jackson aren't already faded enough. The man doesn't even remember that it's Jackson he fucked that night. Just as well. If he had, Jono might not have been so nice about it all.
He finally steps back, letting Hart move again. "And bloody well tell 'em t' call 'fore they come. 'S only fuckin' polite."