07-12-2023, 10:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-12-2023, 10:47 PM by Jaxen Marveet.)
After fiddling with the sword just to get comfortable, Mik’s taunt bubbled up genuine laughter. Which well, Jaxen laughed often, but usually at other people’s expense or with gleeful anime for his own antics. Genuinely laughing at an unexpected quip wasn’t a frequent response because lets be serious here, most people just weren't that funny.
Jaxen nodded in complete and full understanding of what it meant to be a regular everywhere. It took a certain level of fluidity to saunter into Manifesto the same week as crashing in a shitty hotel. Not that Jaxen preferred the latter, but variety was the spice of life after all. It’s a wonder he hadn’t run across Mikhail before now, cut from the same cloth as they were.
As far as the sword went, he wasn’t particularly protective of its secrets. Not as much as he was of possessing it. He’d not hand it over, not after working so damn hard to get it in the first place, but he found that telling the truth usually resulted in people accusing him of the most outrageous lies. Since Mik traded in information, maybe he’d heard a thing or two about a thing or two. So Jaxen took his shot.
“This bad boy is the product of a game of champions if you will. I beat that shit-eating grin off Aiden Finnegan - the rock star? - after we were both abducted by these snake alien people and transported to some other world where we had to fight one another to the death. Clearly since Aiden is still out there walking around in his tight pants and making out with everyone under the sun, he’s not dead, but fight we did, and this was the prize.” He pat the sword hanging along his leg.
"A piece of advice. Do not get abducted by snake aliens. They'd do the weirdest shit to a good looking guy like you, comrade."
Jaxen nodded in complete and full understanding of what it meant to be a regular everywhere. It took a certain level of fluidity to saunter into Manifesto the same week as crashing in a shitty hotel. Not that Jaxen preferred the latter, but variety was the spice of life after all. It’s a wonder he hadn’t run across Mikhail before now, cut from the same cloth as they were.
As far as the sword went, he wasn’t particularly protective of its secrets. Not as much as he was of possessing it. He’d not hand it over, not after working so damn hard to get it in the first place, but he found that telling the truth usually resulted in people accusing him of the most outrageous lies. Since Mik traded in information, maybe he’d heard a thing or two about a thing or two. So Jaxen took his shot.
“This bad boy is the product of a game of champions if you will. I beat that shit-eating grin off Aiden Finnegan - the rock star? - after we were both abducted by these snake alien people and transported to some other world where we had to fight one another to the death. Clearly since Aiden is still out there walking around in his tight pants and making out with everyone under the sun, he’s not dead, but fight we did, and this was the prize.” He pat the sword hanging along his leg.
"A piece of advice. Do not get abducted by snake aliens. They'd do the weirdest shit to a good looking guy like you, comrade."