11-05-2014, 10:01 AM
A smirk. Killing someone else - intentionally or unintentionally. As good as a gold star in Jaxen's book. He wasn't fond of killing people. Himself most of all. He liked to think he'd be deliberate if the need ever arose.
He crossed his legs, settled into the seat like it were his own. Wisdom was coming, apparently. Best he paid attention. Which he did. He was certainly paying attention, not thinking about which trinket around him was the best candidate to smuggle into a pocket before the day was done.
So. Parts of their power. He'd figured that much out. Although the names Tarin assigned to each were fitting. There were other little tidbits Jaxen absorbed. Tarin referred to casting about their magic as weaving. And something about women blah blah.
Then came the rebuke. They weren't gods. Kind of a disappointment. Jaxen was half-attached to the idea of godhood. Then again, divinity was a rather shit-assignment. He had enough ego to live on the rest of his life. Which Tarin had something to say about that as well. Jaxen's brows rose, truly interested for the first time in the lecture. "Longer years, you say? What do you mean? How long? People have been living well into their 90's for decades now. But I don't want to be a wrinkled old man peeing into a plastic bag forever."
Then came the thought. How old was Tarin? Assuming an AI would assign himself an age. Jax had to wonder.
He crossed his legs, settled into the seat like it were his own. Wisdom was coming, apparently. Best he paid attention. Which he did. He was certainly paying attention, not thinking about which trinket around him was the best candidate to smuggle into a pocket before the day was done.
So. Parts of their power. He'd figured that much out. Although the names Tarin assigned to each were fitting. There were other little tidbits Jaxen absorbed. Tarin referred to casting about their magic as weaving. And something about women blah blah.
Then came the rebuke. They weren't gods. Kind of a disappointment. Jaxen was half-attached to the idea of godhood. Then again, divinity was a rather shit-assignment. He had enough ego to live on the rest of his life. Which Tarin had something to say about that as well. Jaxen's brows rose, truly interested for the first time in the lecture. "Longer years, you say? What do you mean? How long? People have been living well into their 90's for decades now. But I don't want to be a wrinkled old man peeing into a plastic bag forever."
Then came the thought. How old was Tarin? Assuming an AI would assign himself an age. Jax had to wonder.