12-05-2014, 09:36 AM
Jaxen exercised plenty of faith, and right where it should be. In himself.
Poised to run, his expression flickered doubtful when he realized Tarin was serious. Why would the man go through all the charade of being the benevolent teacher only to strike him down after? Running would do him no good, but Jaxen preferred to avoid a fight when possible. Especially when he knew he was out-gunned. He licked his lips and severed the tension with a slight smile. He could talk his way out of anything.
"Now, Tarin. You're a reasonable man-"
he started. But Tarin didn't listen. That sinister plate of power slammed into Jaxen, who kept his balance amid the shock.
He gaped when Tarin told him to take the power, and despite the instinct to hesitate, Jaxen grappled for it nonetheless.
His eyes flared when he found the way blocked. Jaxen dropped his arms to his side and nodded concession. "Alright. Well done. Lesson is taught, Tarin."
Jaxen stuffed his hands behind his back and strolled aside. In the casual wandering around the room, he kept talking as he examined trinkets displayed here and there. "Time passes differently here, I see. If you're alive, despite your long years, and warn me of gods and men and powers, then time must pass here much more slowly than it does in the real world. I'm sure Einstein has some theory about why, but I could care less. Something to do with the speed of light and gravitational pull."
He shrugged and picked up a small sculpture carved from some sort of purple stone. He didn't recognize the stone, but it felt familiar.
"So that means every minute that passes here might be days or god-forbid, years, in the real world. And not the Naga-realm, I mean, my real world."
Fingers curled around the sculpture like a wand, he carried it with him, studying the strange shape, when he returned to Tarin.
"Who knows how long I've been missing."
Jaxen's gaze drifted from Tarin's as he realized something he hadn't meant to ask aloud. "I wonder if my father even noticed."
Probably not.
Jax smiled. "I think it's time I be going,"
he said, and struck out with the would-be weapon, aiming for Tarin's head.
Poised to run, his expression flickered doubtful when he realized Tarin was serious. Why would the man go through all the charade of being the benevolent teacher only to strike him down after? Running would do him no good, but Jaxen preferred to avoid a fight when possible. Especially when he knew he was out-gunned. He licked his lips and severed the tension with a slight smile. He could talk his way out of anything.
"Now, Tarin. You're a reasonable man-"
he started. But Tarin didn't listen. That sinister plate of power slammed into Jaxen, who kept his balance amid the shock.
He gaped when Tarin told him to take the power, and despite the instinct to hesitate, Jaxen grappled for it nonetheless.
His eyes flared when he found the way blocked. Jaxen dropped his arms to his side and nodded concession. "Alright. Well done. Lesson is taught, Tarin."
Jaxen stuffed his hands behind his back and strolled aside. In the casual wandering around the room, he kept talking as he examined trinkets displayed here and there. "Time passes differently here, I see. If you're alive, despite your long years, and warn me of gods and men and powers, then time must pass here much more slowly than it does in the real world. I'm sure Einstein has some theory about why, but I could care less. Something to do with the speed of light and gravitational pull."
He shrugged and picked up a small sculpture carved from some sort of purple stone. He didn't recognize the stone, but it felt familiar.
"So that means every minute that passes here might be days or god-forbid, years, in the real world. And not the Naga-realm, I mean, my real world."
Fingers curled around the sculpture like a wand, he carried it with him, studying the strange shape, when he returned to Tarin.
"Who knows how long I've been missing."
Jaxen's gaze drifted from Tarin's as he realized something he hadn't meant to ask aloud. "I wonder if my father even noticed."
Probably not.
Jax smiled. "I think it's time I be going,"
he said, and struck out with the would-be weapon, aiming for Tarin's head.