06-27-2023, 10:09 PM
As far as swords went, Jaxen's was quite nice. Course he could only comment on the one he could see. But he imagine that being a billionaire and all that, he probably went for whatever beauty treatments they had for dicks. What that could be, he couldn't begin to guess. Maybe some lotion made from ground up seals from the Galapagos Islands. Washed in water tapped from the purest mountain mountain in the Himalaya's after some Yogi blessed it by kissing the ground for 10 days. Who the fuck knew what the rich and famous got up to. Himself, he preferred the off the shelf lubes and some regular loving attention from whomever was willing. And as far as he could tell, his dick looked as youthful as as ever, so he must be doing something right.
Anyway, but Jax's sword was pretty cool. At least for a moment. Certainly drew out the nerd patrol. Sadly, the only ones that ended up joining them weren't anyone he'd write home about. Not that he wrote. And not that he had anyone to write to. But certainly no one give more than a brief once over. Why it couldn't have been in the Elf Queen or the dude in the tunic and tight pants. I mean hey, the more the merrier, right? All of them drinking vodka? Some of the best times he couldn't remember started with vodka and strangers.
But Goofus and Galant engaged with Jaxen about the sword. At first, he thought Jaxen was shining them on. But then, not so much. The guy seemed to be really into his sword- and not in the normal way. And for the first time, Mik really looked at it, Wasn't really that much different than others he'd seen. There had been that moment, though, when he was playing around with the power and the Lady seemed to be goading him.
Seriousness came over him for a moment and he listened. Jaxen was definitely interested in what the sword could do. Aside from the whole stabby bit. Mik cast about for a moment and then said fuck it and seized the power again. The smells from Galant and Goofus were not pleasant, that was for sure. But whatever body wash and hair treatment Jaxen used lessened the intrusion. And it wasn't like he hadn't been the sewage tunnels before and had to pay Nova extra to get his leather jacked cleaned within an inch of its life.
But with the power, he looked at the blade and...well, it was still a blade. Yeah, he could see the detail now. Like the difference between a fuzzy picture and zoomed in high quality. But it was still...flat. Still, it was strangely beautiful. Patterns and such, some he recognized and some he didn't. Without thinking a small hair wide thread of fire began to float towards it and then- he stopped. For some reason, he just didn't want to touch it with the power.
Yeah, the two dorks were talking about it being activated by magic. And it turned out- to his great pleasure- that magic was real. And it wasn't like he wasn't impulsive or curious. But he just didn't want to do it. It felt...dangerous. And not the good kind.
He looked up and the Lady- Nadyia this time- was staring, expectantly. He looked around. Ok, so it wasn't like he was a chicken shit. But it seemed like she wanted him to do it. Maybe she did and maybe she was surprised he'd been about to. But not here. Not the park, anyway. He let the power drain away.
Jaxen seemed satisfied and Mik shook off the strange feeling. He clapped him on the shoulder. "Enough with the nerds. Let's drink. I know a place." It wasn't all hoity-toity. It wasn't a shit hole either. The Blue Hound was just a place to get a drink. Thought it was upscale, though. Not always a lot of info to pick up. Mostly business folks and the like. But he wasn't on duty anyway. Wouldn't break his bank, at least, not for now. Jaxen had to slum it anyway, at times, he was sure. If not, well, there was a first time for everything.
The bartender- head shaved so that only blonde stubble showed, tattoos running down each side of her neck down into their shirt- looked up for a moment, only briefly pausing on Jaxen's clothing. No comment, though. Money was money and alcohol was alcohol.
He did splurge and go for the top shelf- at least for this place. She left the bottle after pouring. He raised his glass. "za zda-ró-vye" The icy wash down his through burned in that beautiful way. Then, "So what's a billionaire doing fucking around with the park nerds?"
Anyway, but Jax's sword was pretty cool. At least for a moment. Certainly drew out the nerd patrol. Sadly, the only ones that ended up joining them weren't anyone he'd write home about. Not that he wrote. And not that he had anyone to write to. But certainly no one give more than a brief once over. Why it couldn't have been in the Elf Queen or the dude in the tunic and tight pants. I mean hey, the more the merrier, right? All of them drinking vodka? Some of the best times he couldn't remember started with vodka and strangers.
But Goofus and Galant engaged with Jaxen about the sword. At first, he thought Jaxen was shining them on. But then, not so much. The guy seemed to be really into his sword- and not in the normal way. And for the first time, Mik really looked at it, Wasn't really that much different than others he'd seen. There had been that moment, though, when he was playing around with the power and the Lady seemed to be goading him.
Seriousness came over him for a moment and he listened. Jaxen was definitely interested in what the sword could do. Aside from the whole stabby bit. Mik cast about for a moment and then said fuck it and seized the power again. The smells from Galant and Goofus were not pleasant, that was for sure. But whatever body wash and hair treatment Jaxen used lessened the intrusion. And it wasn't like he hadn't been the sewage tunnels before and had to pay Nova extra to get his leather jacked cleaned within an inch of its life.
But with the power, he looked at the blade and...well, it was still a blade. Yeah, he could see the detail now. Like the difference between a fuzzy picture and zoomed in high quality. But it was still...flat. Still, it was strangely beautiful. Patterns and such, some he recognized and some he didn't. Without thinking a small hair wide thread of fire began to float towards it and then- he stopped. For some reason, he just didn't want to touch it with the power.
Yeah, the two dorks were talking about it being activated by magic. And it turned out- to his great pleasure- that magic was real. And it wasn't like he wasn't impulsive or curious. But he just didn't want to do it. It felt...dangerous. And not the good kind.
He looked up and the Lady- Nadyia this time- was staring, expectantly. He looked around. Ok, so it wasn't like he was a chicken shit. But it seemed like she wanted him to do it. Maybe she did and maybe she was surprised he'd been about to. But not here. Not the park, anyway. He let the power drain away.
Jaxen seemed satisfied and Mik shook off the strange feeling. He clapped him on the shoulder. "Enough with the nerds. Let's drink. I know a place." It wasn't all hoity-toity. It wasn't a shit hole either. The Blue Hound was just a place to get a drink. Thought it was upscale, though. Not always a lot of info to pick up. Mostly business folks and the like. But he wasn't on duty anyway. Wouldn't break his bank, at least, not for now. Jaxen had to slum it anyway, at times, he was sure. If not, well, there was a first time for everything.
The bartender- head shaved so that only blonde stubble showed, tattoos running down each side of her neck down into their shirt- looked up for a moment, only briefly pausing on Jaxen's clothing. No comment, though. Money was money and alcohol was alcohol.
He did splurge and go for the top shelf- at least for this place. She left the bottle after pouring. He raised his glass. "za zda-ró-vye" The icy wash down his through burned in that beautiful way. Then, "So what's a billionaire doing fucking around with the park nerds?"
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods