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It was already happening much faster than he thought it would. Usually it took a couple of days for Jack to turn invisible. People seemed to have the uncanny gift of looking past him as if they were in their own little world. Three of them had just turned on their heels and left as soon as he came in. Nothing felt so inviting as being ignored but he really should have been used to it. People had looked past him since he was little.  It truly was a gift and made him such a good spy. People would walk right by him and ignore everything he was saying. he could have started to call them all different kinds of names and they wouldn't have noticed him. It was why he was so good with his masks. People had only seen him as John Fletcher's bastard so they would just look past him. It was truly amazing how good he was at hiding in plain sight. He was quite skilled at being over looked which was nice when you were trying to poison someone. 

When he was young, one of his tutors had taught him that his invisibility was a gift. No one would notice him in a crowd of figure he was anything but a normal person. It was great when you were on a mission but not so great when trying to meet the people he would be spending time with. They all seemed like... Teenagers at heart. Jack had never been a real teen and thus didn't usually think like one. His world didn't revolve around who he thought was hot or not hot.His father had taught those lessons the hard way. So it was not as bad when a goodly chunk of the room just left to the kitchen or where ever. He didn't want to be invisible but it seemed that this was where he was heading. 

Jack gave the only person to look his way a polite smile. "[color=00aeef]Oh you as well[/color]." He said before she walked out of the room to do who knew what. Jack got off the couch and left the room for wherever his room was. He had expected to eventually be ignored but not after all of that work. He was making mental notes about the group as he threw his stuff into a corner for now. He could unpack later since it seemed that the French Toast thing was still going on for some reason. He had never cared for the food but it seemed they had moved away towards the kitchen. Maybe this time they wouldn't all vanish into the night as soon as he walked into the room. 

Jack walked into the kitchen observing the room. Instead of using his long winded introduction that had fallen like a boulder off a cliff, Jack just did a basic wave. "[color=00aeef]Let me try this again. Jack Fletcher. From earlier in the room. So glad that someone can cook cause I most certainly cannot. [/color]" He said losing the accent that almost no one would have remembered. He grabbed a plate and looked at the young man who had asked the question "[color=00aeef]I must imagine that we are going to tested to see who we are. Father went here and told me that it was not easy here. We are going to be put through our paces. Not going to be easier here and that is why I was sent here. [/color]" He said as he sat down near the group in an attempt to join the conversation. 


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