09-08-2013, 10:27 AM
Jaxen was detached from the banter, either still hesitant to play or caught on something else entirely. Either way it struck Oriena with dull irritation. Don't want to play? Then don't. The lack of fighting spirit was diminishing, and she rolled her eyes as she collected her own piece of card. She was unsure whether it was interest or suspicion he bestowed on Jon; it waned in and out of focus, like a current pulled underneath the surface of their interactions - and all she could see was a flat pool of water. She certainly didn't enjoy being out of the loop. Perhaps Jaxen simply enjoyed his pleasures both ways. That was fine by Ori. But she didn't share.
"You believe in fate then, Jon?"
I believe I am in exactly the place I am supposed to be. It was either the sort of drippy sentiment she could imagine paired nicely with that bespectacled face, else he really meant he'd intended to come here. And not for the regular entertainment. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, though she didn't pause to read his expression. Derision blanketed her brief look, an habitual armour, though it had an air of tease. Fate was not something Ori personally put much stock in.
As to Jon's game, there was little thought involved for Oriena - she'd pretty much made her decision while Jon was still outlining the terms. The odds favoured losing her own number, though even if she didn't she was an all or nothing player, less interested in securing her own superiority than providing an entertaining game. As such she didn't hesitate before scripting one on her card, flipping it over and sliding it across the table.
She could probably manipulate the dice, if she wanted, though she'd never particularly tried something requiring such gentle finesse. For now she was content to let chance run its gambit, and in fact dropped her hold of the power all together. The world rushed in depressingly dark for the few moments it took her senses to compensate for the loss, during which time she took possession of the dice and let it roll from her palm with little fanfare.
"You believe in fate then, Jon?"
I believe I am in exactly the place I am supposed to be. It was either the sort of drippy sentiment she could imagine paired nicely with that bespectacled face, else he really meant he'd intended to come here. And not for the regular entertainment. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, though she didn't pause to read his expression. Derision blanketed her brief look, an habitual armour, though it had an air of tease. Fate was not something Ori personally put much stock in.
As to Jon's game, there was little thought involved for Oriena - she'd pretty much made her decision while Jon was still outlining the terms. The odds favoured losing her own number, though even if she didn't she was an all or nothing player, less interested in securing her own superiority than providing an entertaining game. As such she didn't hesitate before scripting one on her card, flipping it over and sliding it across the table.
She could probably manipulate the dice, if she wanted, though she'd never particularly tried something requiring such gentle finesse. For now she was content to let chance run its gambit, and in fact dropped her hold of the power all together. The world rushed in depressingly dark for the few moments it took her senses to compensate for the loss, during which time she took possession of the dice and let it roll from her palm with little fanfare.
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