02-05-2017, 02:33 PM
Jay scrubbed his hair as they sat down. The bench was welcome rest, but the look on his face was concerned. Nox was something of an enigma. The way he stripped a bloody shirt from his chest like it was no big deal was bothersome. At least, it was bothersome in this environment. He didn't act military. Though maybe he had the background. Could never tell. His accent was definitely American, but he mentioned being in Moscow for a few months. And then there was the decapitating and flaming swords and fireballs and wizardy light shows. Vanders could do as much, Jay had seen him do it in the thick of a fight, but that was warfare. This was a bloody Methos concert.
He ordered a beer, a golden wheat that reminded him of Iowa, and sat there tapping the lip of the bottle thoughtfully. Nox looked about his age. One of these wizards. Alright. Time to put words to the mess of thoughts bouncing around his skull.
"Don't know, uh. Yeah. Don't know what to even fucking say. Glad you're on my side, I guess."
He joked with a grin. He wouldn't stand much chance if Nox decided to decapitate him next time.
"That guy, the red head, was off. Something was wrong with him. I knew it the first time I saw him, but I don't know why. Guess that's what crazy looks like I suppose. But you knew what was off, didn't you? So you had to kill it twice. And you're one of those wizards - er, people that have magical powers - So what's the deal with that?"
He recalled how much Vanders worked to use his magic. So how did Nox get so good? Maybe that was the question he really wanted to ask. "How'd you get so good?"
He ordered a beer, a golden wheat that reminded him of Iowa, and sat there tapping the lip of the bottle thoughtfully. Nox looked about his age. One of these wizards. Alright. Time to put words to the mess of thoughts bouncing around his skull.
"Don't know, uh. Yeah. Don't know what to even fucking say. Glad you're on my side, I guess."
He joked with a grin. He wouldn't stand much chance if Nox decided to decapitate him next time.
"That guy, the red head, was off. Something was wrong with him. I knew it the first time I saw him, but I don't know why. Guess that's what crazy looks like I suppose. But you knew what was off, didn't you? So you had to kill it twice. And you're one of those wizards - er, people that have magical powers - So what's the deal with that?"
He recalled how much Vanders worked to use his magic. So how did Nox get so good? Maybe that was the question he really wanted to ask. "How'd you get so good?"
Only darkness shows you the light.