05-16-2015, 08:15 PM
As he huddled low, the soft down of the girl's coat took the sting out of the cold blanching his skin. He was rather content to sit and shiver himself warm, but the presence of power crawled across his senses like clouds obscuring the sun. His chin lifted from his chest as he watched the work of an Ancient among them. The guy was another ancient. Was this why Sora put him here? Because he had the power to keep him alive? It was certainly warmer, but Jaxen might have attributed that to the donated clothing. Two skinny girls were sure to get cold quickly without their stuff. Jaxen didn't acknowledge the gift of warmth or fire other than to not comment on his general gratitude, "Thanks,"
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Otherwise, food might not have been on the top of his priority list, but Jaxen accepted the piece of strangely preserved meat, sniffed it warily and popped it in his mouth. It was salty. "Mmm, chewy,"
he said, licking the flavor off his lips. So the pretty one was Elyse. His gaze flicked to her more intense friend. Now that he was shaking a little less terribly, he managed a brow lift and eye-prodding like it might pull her name out of her too. The other guy, whose name Jax didn't have either was sure to be something dark and ominous, like Lazarus or Raven, or on the other hand, completely ordinary. Maybe he was a Dan. Either way, 'Dan' finally asked the obvious question. Elyse didn't seem like the most clever of the three, so no surprise she didn't pose it. Her angry friend was probably too busy flicking brooding gazes at the trees around them like she saw ghosts hovering between the branches to bother. He had to think of an explanation quickly. He could simply keep his mouth shut, but when did he ever keep quiet?
"A prank is close enough,"
he led but let sad, heartfelt eyes slide between the two girls as he went on. "I was kidnapped. Drove out here and well, I won't go into details. But I got away."
The girls' gloves stretched tight across knuckles as he huddled down into the coat. "I'm Jaxen Marveet,"
he added, watching their expressions like they'd just discovered a celebrity. Which they had. Anyone that walked around Moscow had to know the name, and if they watched television in the slightest, recognize his face. But knowing his father, or more likely, his mother, there was likely a reward for information leading to his whereabouts. With the half meter of snow on the ground, they were in the thick of winter and he had to have been gone at least a week.
"Anyone have a Wallet I can borrow? Probably be best if I call for a ride."
He looked between the three. "As you can gather, I uh...seemed to have lost mine,"
he searched out angry girl's eyes and winked, but his train of thought wandered as he peered into them. "Wow, you have incredible eyes. I've never seen that color before, and believe me, I usually see the first thing all the girls are wearing"
[[Edited to add 1st paragraph. Forgot to react to the major thing of a channeler among us.]]
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, May 17 2015, 10:24 AM.
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Otherwise, food might not have been on the top of his priority list, but Jaxen accepted the piece of strangely preserved meat, sniffed it warily and popped it in his mouth. It was salty. "Mmm, chewy,"
he said, licking the flavor off his lips. So the pretty one was Elyse. His gaze flicked to her more intense friend. Now that he was shaking a little less terribly, he managed a brow lift and eye-prodding like it might pull her name out of her too. The other guy, whose name Jax didn't have either was sure to be something dark and ominous, like Lazarus or Raven, or on the other hand, completely ordinary. Maybe he was a Dan. Either way, 'Dan' finally asked the obvious question. Elyse didn't seem like the most clever of the three, so no surprise she didn't pose it. Her angry friend was probably too busy flicking brooding gazes at the trees around them like she saw ghosts hovering between the branches to bother. He had to think of an explanation quickly. He could simply keep his mouth shut, but when did he ever keep quiet?
"A prank is close enough,"
he led but let sad, heartfelt eyes slide between the two girls as he went on. "I was kidnapped. Drove out here and well, I won't go into details. But I got away."
The girls' gloves stretched tight across knuckles as he huddled down into the coat. "I'm Jaxen Marveet,"
he added, watching their expressions like they'd just discovered a celebrity. Which they had. Anyone that walked around Moscow had to know the name, and if they watched television in the slightest, recognize his face. But knowing his father, or more likely, his mother, there was likely a reward for information leading to his whereabouts. With the half meter of snow on the ground, they were in the thick of winter and he had to have been gone at least a week.
"Anyone have a Wallet I can borrow? Probably be best if I call for a ride."
He looked between the three. "As you can gather, I uh...seemed to have lost mine,"
he searched out angry girl's eyes and winked, but his train of thought wandered as he peered into them. "Wow, you have incredible eyes. I've never seen that color before, and believe me, I usually see the first thing all the girls are wearing"
[[Edited to add 1st paragraph. Forgot to react to the major thing of a channeler among us.]]
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, May 17 2015, 10:24 AM.