05-23-2015, 06:55 PM
Jaxen turned the Wallet over in his hands as he accepted it. "This is nice,"
he nodded, impressed.
He noticed the date as soon as it powered to life. "SHIT! Is that the date?"
His jaw dropped as he sought the faces of these random people, like they might be playing some elaborate prank on his misfortune. "Three months! I've been gone three months?"
He stared at the screen like it might change by the force of his stare alone. It didn't. Tarin said time flowed differently in his world. He wasn't joking. What had been a few hours for Jaxen translated to months.
He found the account he needed and called. Stanislav answered. The thick-voiced Moscovian was his father's personal assistant. Not unexpected that he would answer Scion's private line from a strange number. Jaxen was surprised they answered at all.
"Uhh, It's Jaxen,"
he responded to the demand on the other side of the line. There was silence for a few moments, but Jaxen's tone changed slightly in the response on the other side. "Yeah I'm okay enough. Could use a bit of a rescue here."
He forwarded his location, seemingly in the middle of no where. "Oh, and bring some clothes. I seem to have... lost mine."
He returned the wallet to its owner then, assumed they listened to the conversation, and shrugged.
"Looks like the cavalry's on its way."
He grinned at the pair of ladies, settling finally on Sierra and her sun-flecked eyes. "Looks like we've got a secret, then. I won't tell. Cross my heart."
His grin implied that she owed him.
He held her gaze a few moments longer, but finally turned to Elyse. Obviously she was the quiet one of the pair. It would take some work to draw her out of her shell, but looks like Jax had some time to kill. "So how do you three know each other?"
They seemed like the odd grouping, and none of them particularly outdoorsy.
he nodded, impressed.
He noticed the date as soon as it powered to life. "SHIT! Is that the date?"
His jaw dropped as he sought the faces of these random people, like they might be playing some elaborate prank on his misfortune. "Three months! I've been gone three months?"
He stared at the screen like it might change by the force of his stare alone. It didn't. Tarin said time flowed differently in his world. He wasn't joking. What had been a few hours for Jaxen translated to months.
He found the account he needed and called. Stanislav answered. The thick-voiced Moscovian was his father's personal assistant. Not unexpected that he would answer Scion's private line from a strange number. Jaxen was surprised they answered at all.
"Uhh, It's Jaxen,"
he responded to the demand on the other side of the line. There was silence for a few moments, but Jaxen's tone changed slightly in the response on the other side. "Yeah I'm okay enough. Could use a bit of a rescue here."
He forwarded his location, seemingly in the middle of no where. "Oh, and bring some clothes. I seem to have... lost mine."
He returned the wallet to its owner then, assumed they listened to the conversation, and shrugged.
"Looks like the cavalry's on its way."
He grinned at the pair of ladies, settling finally on Sierra and her sun-flecked eyes. "Looks like we've got a secret, then. I won't tell. Cross my heart."
His grin implied that she owed him.
He held her gaze a few moments longer, but finally turned to Elyse. Obviously she was the quiet one of the pair. It would take some work to draw her out of her shell, but looks like Jax had some time to kill. "So how do you three know each other?"
They seemed like the odd grouping, and none of them particularly outdoorsy.