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“ We will call him Jonas Anthony Filibuster the third.” [BREAK][BREAK]
“ Why can’t we call him just Robert?” [BREAK][BREAK]
“ Because, Maria.” He looked serious as he was delivering a speech about the world peace. “ Our son will not be nicknamed Bob. Ever.” [BREAK]
He is named as per tradition in the Filibuster family; after his father who was named after his father. [BREAK]
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( A name he is to learn to hate and love )
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He grows up with nannies and private tutors since the beginning. He rarely sees his father but luckily Maria, his mother, is there.
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( For a while at least )
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The fondest memories were of his mother reading him stories about knights and kings and of their heroic adventures. He wanted to be a hero too, the little boy declared one evening after story time and his mother smiled at him.
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“ You can be whatever you want to be.” She told him.
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In a moment she was gone, her life taken by a freak accident. Jonas was left with his father who takes on the boys education.
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Jonas is told his family history at least 5 times a day and he knows it by heart by the time he reaches 8 years old.
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Jonas hates it but his father teaches him everything he knows and more. It feeds the little boys curiosity even more.
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He comes from a long line of inventors, especially their British side of the family who became more famous for fireworks. His branch of the family were separated from the rest, riding on the wave of family fortune to find new riches from the United States all those decades ago.
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He’s told that every day that if he wanted to succeed, he had to work hard. [BREAK][BREAK]
Jonas does the exact opposite but it's all alright because he's smart.
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LOST LEGACY
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It runs in his veins.[BREAK][BREAK]
Steeped in family history, an speciality his father built at the start of World War II, out of pocket, part of the Dr Filibuster Industries on the other side of the pond, in the colonies of Britain. They were muggleborn but it didn't stop his father building his fortune.[BREAK][BREAK]
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The name itself is plastered on Academy buildings and benefactor lists. On MACUSAs honorary list of people contributed to the safety of the wizard folk. immortalizing Jonas Filibuster the Second now, years after his death.[BREAK]
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A tragedy, they say, that he didn't live long enough to see the division's evolution from basement science experiment to multi-laboratory facility. He would have been proud, they think, of the legacy he left, always pushing the boundaries of technology and how to create something new from scratch, son following in his footsteps. his son pushing not just the boundaries of technology but the boundaries of other people’s nerves.
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Jonas is seventeen when he inherits the secret mega mammoth conglomerate, weapons manufacturer, defense contractor, technological spearhead for so long aside from creating fireworks, those harmless things that brought people so much joy.
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This was his fathers doing. his father who went behind his family’s back and created magical weapons instead of fireworks and Jonas inherits it all. [BREAK]
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At first he doesn’t know how to handle it all but accepts the invitation for auror training.
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He skips his first week of training because he's hung-over; because he's entitled; because he's a Filibuster-[BREAK]
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(and that's his name on the door by the way that should be your first clue)[BREAK]
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Because he can already create his own multifunctional software program with holographic peripherals and voice input capable of communication. Because complex computation is what he lives for, thrives on, eats, sleeps, and breathes. It's his channel-<[BREAK][BREAK]
(everyone has a channel, duh)[BREAK]
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And there's nothing they can teach him that he doesn't already know.[BREAK]
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Except when he enters basic training, late, out of shape, indifferent, spoiled, he doesn't expect to be given an ultimatum-[BREAK]
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(get your shit together, kid or you're out)[BREAK]
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Spoiled by a fortune, six cars, four houses, three girlfriends and a deep resentment (a deep respect) for the empire his father built-[BREAK]
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(that's not going to cut it).[BREAK]
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Here he isn't special, he isn't anyone's son, he isn't a prodigy. He's one of the multiple geniuses acquired for the collection to serve his proud country.[BREAK][BREAK]
What happens when someone exceptional realizes he's average among brilliance?[BREAK][BREAK]
(become brilliant among brilliance).[BREAK]
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It’s a huge blow to his ego and he muddles through training like a good boy.
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(still being a total ass though)[BREAK]
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DANGEROUS
" You alright?" [BREAK][BREAK]
He was completely fine.[BREAK][BREAK]
Aside from the nausea, he was
fine. [BREAK][BREAK]
" Why do you need to ask me that?" He tried to keep up with his handler. "What are we doing here anyway? " [BREAK][BREAK]
There was no answer and Jonas decided he wasn't going stand being treated like a child. [BREAK][BREAK]
( he was still a child, liked it or not )[BREAK][BREAK]
" I have the right to know. Sir." Perhaps the added sir was going to help him. It did. [BREAK][BREAK]
" This is a covert mission, Filibuster and I'd appreciate if you didn't make such a ruckus." Told his superior which confused Jonas even more. How was he part of an covert operation when he was just an inventor, an analyst and not ready for field work. That's what said in his personnel file and it would stay like that.[BREAK][BREAK]
" But I'm not cleared for field work." Jonas tries to argue. [BREAK][BREAK]
" We need all the help we can get," It didn't make any sense but Jonas had little time to argue when he was already being dragged into something he didn't ask for. [BREAK][BREAK]
He was told to stay put and the scene unfolding front of him was a some sort of deal going down. [BREAK][BREAK]
" Weapons." Grunted his handler, nods towards the two figures in the shadows and Jonas feels his throat closing. Magical weapons. It could mean one thing, one company making them all. [BREAK][BREAK]
( hint: it was his last name ) [BREAK]
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" Are those mine?" Jonas hisses. No answer. He stumbles closer to his handler. Panic, anger and everything mixed together inside of him. " What are they doing here? Those were never supposed to be used like this." He spits, scared what the answer is. [BREAK][BREAK]
His handler never gets the chance to reply because of the flashing light that almost hits Jonas makes him jump. [BREAK]He freezes. [BREAK][BREAK]
His handler doesn't [BREAK][BREAK]
He gets hit first and falls on the ground. [BREAK][BREAK]
Jonas crawls to him, ask him what should he do.[BREAK][BREAK]
" Call for backup," There's a gash on the older mans chest. So much blood. " Now." [BREAK][BREAK]
This time Jonas doesn't hesitate. His wand sends out sparks, alerting his location and the backup arrives fast. [BREAK][BREAK]
One of the figures manages to hit a painful hex on his shoulder. It tears his flesh, leaving him in pain. The backup arrives in time to stun the criminal but it feels like it's too late for Jonas. [BREAK]
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Before he passes out, he sees the logo on the crates. [BREAK][BREAK]
Filibuster Enterprises. [BREAK][BREAK]
He wakes up 2 weeks later. [BREAK][BREAK]
It takes him 3 months to rehabilitate his shoulder. [BREAK]
He's told he'd never do field work ever again. [BREAK][BREAK]
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HOT MESS
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"Don't talk."[BREAK][BREAK]
His hands are buried in what appears to be a pile of scrap metal, forearms-deep, as though performing open-heart surgery on the tin cavity splayed out on his weathered workbench. There is grease smeared across his cheek because it doesn't really matter how he looks like in the end. No one's to see it.'.[BREAK][BREAK]
He doesn't look up when his assistant speaks.[BREAK][BREAK]
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"I literally have my hands in the latest tech you guys want. I almost have it. This better be you telling me they delivered my pizza, otherwise I don't care."[BREAK][BREAK]
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She stands and waits, folding her arms. Things are not looking too good for him and he knows it. [BREAK]
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He finally glances up, "Please don't look at me like that. You know I get anxious when you look at me like that."[BREAK]
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She continues looking at him like that.[BREAK]
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"Fine. Alright. I'm sorry," he says, carefully extracting his hand to wipe his forehead with the back of his wrist. "What is it?"[BREAK]
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"Better," She smirks, " Livingston called to see you at your earliest possible convenience," she explains, "for a debriefing-"[BREAK]
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"Yeah, that's not pizza," he mutters, taking a gander at his newest soon to be toy. " Also, it's a very good idea to let me go anywhere after what happened last time." Sarcasm.[BREAK][BREAK]
It was 5 years ago. The glistening scar still decorates his shoulder and it the pain that comes with it, lingers.
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She ignores him. "Well, he wants you this time. And he wants you on site with him in London. To oversee the new project with the British ministry. "[BREAK][BREAK]
"Sounds dangerous," Jonas replies, nodding to her to hand him a wrench just out of his reach. Why did he even place it there in the first place?[BREAK][BREAK]
She does. " So what should I tell him?"[BREAK]
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Jonas takes a moment, using his wrench to fasten something inside the machine he's building. When satisfied, he frees his hands (covered in grease), snags an already dirty towel off the workbench to clean off.[BREAK][BREAK]
"Ask me again after pizza." [BREAK][BREAK]
He hears her sigh and walk out of the door. [BREAK]
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" She's pissed." he mutters to the machine and wonders what would it take for her to forgive him this time. A car? [BREAK]
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The best way to get someone to forgive Jonas was to just get out of their sight. [BREAK][BREAK]
So he left New York to London. [BREAK][BREAK]
And he still doesn't know why.
