[ It's a few minutes before he enters the mess hall to find Corvo. He's hard to spot, (sneaky Reds) but once Jasper sees him he grabs a couple of apples and heads over. ]
Hey.
[ He sits down next to Corvo, back to the wall so he can see the entire hall. Pale hair hangs damply around his face, expression firmly serious. It's still slightly wet from having showered after completing Aeryn’s recommended work out, and he smells faintly of the standard shower soap.
He places one of the red apples he grabbed in front of Corvo, leans back in his seat and just stares at the other in his hands. His evaluations are soon, but he needs to do this first. Has needed to do it for a while. ]
[ He's eating... again. How on earth does he eat that much we just don't know but he seems to inhale it with barely chewing. He looks better for it, though. This place was awful, but compared to how he looked when he arrived, he's doing far better. Less hollowed out, his eyes not quite so sunken back.
It's not quite a smile when he sees Jasper, but there's a crinkle at the corner of his eyes and gestures to sit beside him. ]
[ What the... his eye twitches and suddenly the apple he brought for Corvo is gone. He's only just taken a bite of the one he kept for himself. Angels, if he could inhale food like that on the field he could keep the energy needed for spells up no problem.
Ack, he's staring. He quickly looks back down at his hands and frowns, remembering why he's here. ]
I... I wanted to say thanks. For savin' me.
[ He glares harder at the bitten apple in his hands, then back up at Corvo. He doesn't mean to look so angry he just... has a lot of difficulty expressing himself. ]
[ Moving at an increased pace than could be tracked... well, it had it's benefits. Especially when you needed to eat at the pace he did without the elixir's to keep his health up.
At least there wasn't plague.
Still he pauses, surprised and... mostly confused when Jasper said thank you for what had been an order to save them. But he knew it was in truth more than that, he had made sure he found him, out of the others. The guilt for killing him for as it turned out, no reason, sat uncomfortable on him.
More than that, once, saving others, had been all he had done, and it felt strange to hear it. ]
There is. The other recruits in the crash, the ones that... that didn't make it. I looked at their files. They were a lot stronger than me, more useful, smarter, more experienced. You and Shepard could've went for them.
[ Should've went for them. It was just luck and happenstance that Shepard found him, didn't know him, didn't realize she was wasting her time dragging trash from the wreckage. But he doesn't say this. He knows better than to show his low opinion of himself, and was afraid he'd already shown too much of it the time he asked Corvo to off him, despite his given reasons.
Not that stating how the deceased recruits were more worthy of saving than he was didn't reveal his opinion. That was just stating fact. Right? He takes another bite of his apple to keep from stating any more. ]
[ He's not sure what he was expecting to hear, but he doesn't so much go quiet ( he's always quiet, always still ) but remains patient in slowed movements. Not looking at Jasper, for the moment keeping his attention strictly off him lest it force his words to become stilted with the pressure of being focused on.
The first part was an easy dismissal, a short shake of his head in response. ] Jasper, I knew exactly who I was looking for. There was no mistake in that. Not to my eyes. To Shepard's perhaps, but nor is she the kind to think such a thing either.
[ How he knows that, hardly matters right now. There's a pause, for the rest of it weighty and long as he considers how best to address the rest of it. ] Our Commanders... may think differently, there are people far stronger than myself as well. Wade, for one. [ a shrug, he's comfortable with it. ] But for the bravery you displayed for Terra, your ability to face these battles knowing your own limitations?
[ There's a precise certainty to it. Not in showy gesture but he weighs and measures everything. Perhaps not in a kind way. People had become about worth, about use, to him. It was not so clear cut here, admittedly, the way not a simplistic divide of in his way or not, so it allowed him a little more freedom in evaluating. But it's still given clinically, that way. Not so much warmth, as the way one appraised a blade if he were to be honest.
Or maybe that's just how he forces himself to the think, because it's safer than contemplating something half so muddy as how he feels about what transpired between them. ] I would have ten of your kind with your mettle as proven as men to fight, than those who could crack and split earth that did not know themselves so well in the face of such things.
[ He slows his chewing and swallows that bite of apple down hard. This is the most he's ever heard Corvo ever talk, he's kind of stunned. And he can feel the weight behind his words, and how carefully everything is measured. He wasn't terribly good at it, (thinking before speaking, that is) but many elves had it down to an art. That last statement practically makes him flush and bristle. He is nowhere near deserving of such reverence. ]
That's all real nice of you to say, but I don't think I know myself as much as you think I do... if that makes sense.
[ He thought he knew, but a chance encounter with a powerful mage right before he joined the CDC had left him with a broken image of what he thought he was capable of. With that and all the new things being thrown at him daily, he's still fumbling with re-arranging the fragments, and trying desperately to grasp at lost pieces. ]
You know I was more selfish than brave for Terra's mission. She's real sweet and deserved stickin' up for, but I was tryin' to get back to my familiar and you know it.
[ He likes Terra a whole lot, but Shani was the one he had been willing to die for, and would die for again. Terra's mission was only the reason he needed to tip the scale. If he's mad about not having another shot at being reunited with his familiar in the shuttle crash, then he's not saying so. He silently pulls out the apple's stem, picks away the seeds and starts eating the core. Angels, how was Corvo so fast at eating? ]
[ He goes quiet again, watchful and careful. With a slow measure of everything -- and in the end he understands it. The dismissal of the words, long as . ]
And I would kill all of you, if it meant Emily's safety. Wade would do it if the money was good enough. We're all selfish here. Does it matter to a good deed done? [ he shrugs, dismissive of it. ] It does not matter how well you think you know yourself, why you do it -- only that you do. Nothing else matters here, not any more.
[ There's a smile that tugs. ] Perhaps that will change, nothing ever stays the same. But... you have been good to me, whether you see it as cowardly or not. Regardless, it something you have done and it means I will always seek to return the favor. Every action has a consequence, after all.
[ There's a tug of a smile, brief at the corner of his lips as his he head ducks again to find something to eat. ] And I will not let you die of something as foolish as cold, you will be a good soldier, once you have had some more training.
[ Ah, his daughter's... er, not-daughter's name. He remembers the few times Corvo mentioned her, told him not to speak of her as his child, though he's not sure if Corvo gave a name before.
And there he goes with the sage insightful words again. It does not matter why you do it - only that you do. For once they are words backing a concept he can understand, or at least relate to. He so often found himself on the neutral side of things, and following orders made that even more simple.
He also silently hopes that will work as a good excuse for Aeryn as to why he agreed to make Dagger a whole lot of enchanted death cake. ]
A good soldier? Me.
[ He's not sure how he has been good or what favor Corvo is speaking of, (he's the one who owes for being rescued) so he leaves it. And there is still so much disbelief in his voice. Also in his eyes. Is that the beginnings of a smile he sees on Corvo's face? No, it's... it's probably just the light. ]
[ He says nothing else to that end, really. Emily was something he didn't talk about except in passing or the briefest of explanations. Hard to say things that aren't damning to her by his own affection. ]
Mm. You.
[ It's not quite affection, but it's half way there when his hand lifts, and musses up Jasper's hair a little. ] Enough time you might be able to dodge Wade, even.
[ He frowns as his hair is mused up, but doesn't move to smooth it down right away as usual. It's not quite affection either, but he tolerates it for Corvo. ]
Dodge him, maybe. Best him, probly never. He's not one I'm interested in bestin' anyway. But thanks.
[ It's not quite there yet either, but he doesn't brush Corvo's compliments off as easily as before, and his thanks is genuine. If he could dodge someone as skilled and deadly as Wade, he might stand a chance against someone else one day. It was good encouragement, especially before his evaluation. Just enough to bring his appetite back. ]
Hm... I should probly get somethin' more to eat before that test.
[ For the amount of magic he thinks he'll be using, one apple wouldn't be enough. ]
[ He nods. ] Neither is he someone I would wish to fight, but he is a good bar. I've never met someone so ... hard to kill in a general way. He's good to test endurance against. See how long you can fight.
[ The squabble often, and it's a relief when his head is all churned up with rage. But he was a particular standard of difficult opponent. ]
Yes. You do not know when you'll eat again. [ And then there's a determined way he's getting food for Jasper, collects a plate for him. It's basic, things he knew were needed at least. But he makes sure there's a lot of it. ] Do you have food you can take with you? I know your magic costs you that way.
[ There's a faint note of concern, watchful almost. ]
[ Oh, he's well aware of how they 'squabble' often, and he'd rather not be. For a moment, Jasper isn't sure exactly what kind of endurance Corvo means here. He just speaks so fondly of Wade...
Food is a welcomed subject change, and he's actually taken aback at how Corvo suddenly gets up and fetches him breakfast. Even more so at how carefully it is balanced, complete with more words of wisdom. He's not used to this sort of treatment at all. He's used to being the one who prepares, who provides. First with his mother when her mental state was too far gone, then at his multitude of tavern jobs, and more recently with his old group of traveling companions.
For a long moment, it's all he can do to stare at the plate in front him, piled with plenty of eggs, sausage, tomato, and wedges of bread. ]
Th... thanks. I don't, but... should be just fine with all this.
[ Having noticed Corvo's watchful eye, he's almost hesitant to start eating, but eventually he does. He picks up a fork in his right hand and one of the pieces of bread in his left. A moment later, he's browned it to toast and is offering it back to Corvo as an odd little thanks. ]
[ His gaze is hawk like to make sure he did eat, as much of it as he could. But there's an approving nod and look when Jasper started to eat. There's a waved dismissal, there are habits, probably, that need to be formed. ]
Are you used to carrying rations?
[ The main draw of the army to most, as he knew it, was stable food and stable pay.
Still, he takes the food, reckoning the gesture for what it was. He's a little slower, contemplating and he takes a bite, swallowing it back in a business like motion. ] Is there a weapon you prefer to wield apart from your... [ and he gestures with his marked hand, the other taken up with eating the toast. But his fingers curl around and the magic curls around them as if in anticipation. Light trickling like ( sea ) water, thick and bright and immaterial. ]
[ After Corvo accepts the toast, he browns his own bread with a tiny spell and gets to steadily eating away at the pile on his plate. He's mid chew when he has to swallow a mouthful of tomato and eggs back to answer. ]
Yeah, I'm used to carryin' Elvish waybread. It's sorta like tack but a lot more fillin'. Somethin' about the flour-
[ He stops at Corvo's second question and... freezes. As though hit by a cold wave. The sight of the light blue swirling around Corvo's hand takes him straight back to part of what he originally came to talk about. That cold venture through Ajna's last blizzard, when he was fading in and out of awareness, and Corvo had done... something to get him to safety faster. It had saved his life, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it had done something else too.
He abruptly shakes his head to shake the intrusive memory off. Also to answer Corvo. ]
Nah, I... just my kucks, but I don't usually fight that close range to use them.
[ When he goes back to his breakfast, the eagerness he was eating with before is gone. He picks at it a moment, then looks up distractedly. ]
Do you smell that? It smells like... I dunno, like salt water all the sudden.
[ Like salt water and low hanging fog and cold. But that's a ridiculous set of scents for where they are. He goes back to pushing his eggs around. ]
Never mind, it's probly just this bein' too salty.
[ That question is just too close, to near. The magic dies on his hand as quick as he can make it ( and it's hard, because it wants and wants and wants and too much of a reflexive these days. too easily reached for ) his hands drop to his lap, fingers wrapping around the mark, pressing harshly into it like it might help it still under his skin. Even then it's difficult.
He's a poor liar, he knew that, so he says nothing of it instead, easier to ignore and he'd been become so practiced in that. ]
[ He takes another tentative bite of eggs. No, they aren't too salty. The smell isn't coming from the food. ]
Not yet. We'll probly get to guns whenever Shepard and Aeryn's classes start. I'll get through this test without them. Never needed them before, don't wanna start needin' them.
[ The sent of ocean is fading, but now he can't seem to shake that earlier sensation of cold. Why had he suddenly become so cold when Corvo lit up his hand with magic? It glowed blue, so similar to the dark ice magic of his world, but Corvo was certainly not an ice mage. His magic was closer to... well, he can't really relate it to anything of Erden, though it feels similar to Death manipulation. He'd still rather Corvo have that over ice.
Ice. His mind fills with half-remembered images from the blizzard, of a whiteness too thick to see through, of air too frozen to breathe, and a sensation of moving through something. Whatever it was, it... might have smelled like salt water. The memory is too blurred to recall. But he remembers moving too fast and too slow all at once. It made his chest hurt... makes his chest hurt...
Jasper shivers and suddenly the cold is gone. He's been staring at his still full plate, idly pushing a piece of sausage around. He's not sure for how long. ]
[ it's long enough that something becomes a sickening surety in his mind, about what is going through Jasper's mind, not in details so much as the listlessness. It's telling. He'd made a study of those he'd lived with all this time. Knew perhaps not well, not all, but particulars. Jasper was... animate. He did not lend himself so much to the empty quiet stares Corvo knew he'd had a long habit of.
So he scrambles, and he knows he's not good at this. These shiny false veneers of normality on the premise that everything would be alright, because he knew it wouldn't be. Things were never going to get better. Not for them, not in this place. But the boy had a assessment soon, and it wouldn't serve him to be mind half fractured on dark slippery things with too infinite eyes. So it's the same as with Terra, he pushed forward in a brusque almost commanding tone.
Here, he means, keep the mind here, don't think, don't, there was the edge of the map and over that great unknown space lay monsters. ] I won't go easy on you simply because you're rovermate, you'll learn infiltration whether you like it or not.
[ That seems to snap him out of the lingering memories just long enough to get ahold of his senses. ]
Don't want you to go easy.
[ Finally he stabs and eats the sausage he'd been pushing around. No, he doesn't want Corvo or anyone to go easy on him for any sort of training. His head feels clearer as his will returns, and with it, his appetite. Soon the entire plate is polished, a tall glass of juice drained along with it. Nothing much else is said as he finishes. Strange, haunting magic or not, Corvo's silent presence is enough to keep him company. ]
[ It's playful, when he reaches up and tugs at a lock of his white hair.
As I trained Her Majesty's guards. You just must swear to not hate me too much when it's done.
[ But he leaves it at that, settles it back to let Jasper finish his meal and relaxed enough with that with a need for much more, he kept his arms cross loosely over his chest, head tilted up to the roof. Comfortable.
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Yes.
from: attano.corvo@cdc.org
Mess hall. I'll wait here for you?
I'm sorry this is going to action so fast
Good Im hungry.
[ It's a few minutes before he enters the mess hall to find Corvo. He's hard to spot, (sneaky Reds) but once Jasper sees him he grabs a couple of apples and heads over. ]
Hey.
[ He sits down next to Corvo, back to the wall so he can see the entire hall. Pale hair hangs damply around his face, expression firmly serious. It's still slightly wet from having showered after completing Aeryn’s recommended work out, and he smells faintly of the standard shower soap.
He places one of the red apples he grabbed in front of Corvo, leans back in his seat and just stares at the other in his hands. His evaluations are soon, but he needs to do this first. Has needed to do it for a while. ]
LOVES IT SHUSH
It's not quite a smile when he sees Jasper, but there's a crinkle at the corner of his eyes and gestures to sit beside him. ]
Jasper.
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Ack, he's staring. He quickly looks back down at his hands and frowns, remembering why he's here. ]
I... I wanted to say thanks. For savin' me.
[ He glares harder at the bitten apple in his hands, then back up at Corvo. He doesn't mean to look so angry he just... has a lot of difficulty expressing himself. ]
So thanks.
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At least there wasn't plague.
Still he pauses, surprised and... mostly confused when Jasper said thank you for what had been an order to save them. But he knew it was in truth more than that, he had made sure he found him, out of the others. The guilt for killing him for as it turned out, no reason, sat uncomfortable on him.
More than that, once, saving others, had been all he had done, and it felt strange to hear it. ]
Of course. There's no need to say thank you.
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[ Should've went for them. It was just luck and happenstance that Shepard found him, didn't know him, didn't realize she was wasting her time dragging trash from the wreckage. But he doesn't say this. He knows better than to show his low opinion of himself, and was afraid he'd already shown too much of it the time he asked Corvo to off him, despite his given reasons.
Not that stating how the deceased recruits were more worthy of saving than he was didn't reveal his opinion. That was just stating fact. Right? He takes another bite of his apple to keep from stating any more. ]
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The first part was an easy dismissal, a short shake of his head in response. ] Jasper, I knew exactly who I was looking for. There was no mistake in that. Not to my eyes. To Shepard's perhaps, but nor is she the kind to think such a thing either.
[ How he knows that, hardly matters right now. There's a pause, for the rest of it weighty and long as he considers how best to address the rest of it. ] Our Commanders... may think differently, there are people far stronger than myself as well. Wade, for one. [ a shrug, he's comfortable with it. ] But for the bravery you displayed for Terra, your ability to face these battles knowing your own limitations?
[ There's a precise certainty to it. Not in showy gesture but he weighs and measures everything. Perhaps not in a kind way. People had become about worth, about use, to him. It was not so clear cut here, admittedly, the way not a simplistic divide of in his way or not, so it allowed him a little more freedom in evaluating. But it's still given clinically, that way. Not so much warmth, as the way one appraised a blade if he were to be honest.
Or maybe that's just how he forces himself to the think, because it's safer than contemplating something half so muddy as how he feels about what transpired between them. ] I would have ten of your kind with your mettle as proven as men to fight, than those who could crack and split earth that did not know themselves so well in the face of such things.
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That's all real nice of you to say, but I don't think I know myself as much as you think I do... if that makes sense.
[ He thought he knew, but a chance encounter with a powerful mage right before he joined the CDC had left him with a broken image of what he thought he was capable of. With that and all the new things being thrown at him daily, he's still fumbling with re-arranging the fragments, and trying desperately to grasp at lost pieces. ]
You know I was more selfish than brave for Terra's mission. She's real sweet and deserved stickin' up for, but I was tryin' to get back to my familiar and you know it.
[ He likes Terra a whole lot, but Shani was the one he had been willing to die for, and would die for again. Terra's mission was only the reason he needed to tip the scale. If he's mad about not having another shot at being reunited with his familiar in the shuttle crash, then he's not saying so. He silently pulls out the apple's stem, picks away the seeds and starts eating the core.
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And I would kill all of you, if it meant Emily's safety. Wade would do it if the money was good enough. We're all selfish here. Does it matter to a good deed done? [ he shrugs, dismissive of it. ] It does not matter how well you think you know yourself, why you do it -- only that you do. Nothing else matters here, not any more.
[ There's a smile that tugs. ] Perhaps that will change, nothing ever stays the same. But... you have been good to me, whether you see it as cowardly or not. Regardless, it something you have done and it means I will always seek to return the favor. Every action has a consequence, after all.
[ There's a tug of a smile, brief at the corner of his lips as his he head ducks again to find something to eat. ] And I will not let you die of something as foolish as cold, you will be a good soldier, once you have had some more training.
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[ Ah, his daughter's... er, not-daughter's name. He remembers the few times Corvo mentioned her, told him not to speak of her as his child, though he's not sure if Corvo gave a name before.
And there he goes with the sage insightful words again. It does not matter why you do it - only that you do. For once they are words backing a concept he can understand, or at least relate to. He so often found himself on the neutral side of things, and following orders made that even more simple.
He also silently hopes that will work as a good excuse for Aeryn as to why he agreed to make Dagger a whole lot of enchanted death cake. ]
A good soldier? Me.
[ He's not sure how he has been good or what favor Corvo is speaking of, (he's the one who owes for being rescued) so he leaves it. And there is still so much disbelief in his voice. Also in his eyes. Is that the beginnings of a smile he sees on Corvo's face? No, it's... it's probably just the light. ]
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Mm. You.
[ It's not quite affection, but it's half way there when his hand lifts, and musses up Jasper's hair a little. ] Enough time you might be able to dodge Wade, even.
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Dodge him, maybe. Best him, probly never. He's not one I'm interested in bestin' anyway. But thanks.
[ It's not quite there yet either, but he doesn't brush Corvo's compliments off as easily as before, and his thanks is genuine. If he could dodge someone as skilled and deadly as Wade, he might stand a chance against someone else one day. It was good encouragement, especially before his evaluation. Just enough to bring his appetite back. ]
Hm... I should probly get somethin' more to eat before that test.
[ For the amount of magic he thinks he'll be using, one apple wouldn't be enough. ]
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[ The squabble often, and it's a relief when his head is all churned up with rage. But he was a particular standard of difficult opponent. ]
Yes. You do not know when you'll eat again. [ And then there's a determined way he's getting food for Jasper, collects a plate for him. It's basic, things he knew were needed at least. But he makes sure there's a lot of it. ] Do you have food you can take with you? I know your magic costs you that way.
[ There's a faint note of concern, watchful almost. ]
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Food is a welcomed subject change, and he's actually taken aback at how Corvo suddenly gets up and fetches him breakfast. Even more so at how carefully it is balanced, complete with more words of wisdom. He's not used to this sort of treatment at all. He's used to being the one who prepares, who provides. First with his mother when her mental state was too far gone, then at his multitude of tavern jobs, and more recently with his old group of traveling companions.
For a long moment, it's all he can do to stare at the plate in front him, piled with plenty of eggs, sausage, tomato, and wedges of bread. ]
Th... thanks. I don't, but... should be just fine with all this.
[ Having noticed Corvo's watchful eye, he's almost hesitant to start eating, but eventually he does. He picks up a fork in his right hand and one of the pieces of bread in his left. A moment later, he's browned it to toast and is offering it back to Corvo as an odd little thanks. ]
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Are you used to carrying rations?
[ The main draw of the army to most, as he knew it, was stable food and stable pay.
Still, he takes the food, reckoning the gesture for what it was. He's a little slower, contemplating and he takes a bite, swallowing it back in a business like motion. ] Is there a weapon you prefer to wield apart from your... [ and he gestures with his marked hand, the other taken up with eating the toast. But his fingers curl around and the magic curls around them as if in anticipation. Light trickling like ( sea ) water, thick and bright and immaterial. ]
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Yeah, I'm used to carryin' Elvish waybread. It's sorta like tack but a lot more fillin'. Somethin' about the flour-
[ He stops at Corvo's second question and... freezes. As though hit by a cold wave. The sight of the light blue swirling around Corvo's hand takes him straight back to part of what he originally came to talk about. That cold venture through Ajna's last blizzard, when he was fading in and out of awareness, and Corvo had done... something to get him to safety faster. It had saved his life, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it had done something else too.
He abruptly shakes his head to shake the intrusive memory off. Also to answer Corvo. ]
Nah, I... just my kucks, but I don't usually fight that close range to use them.
[ When he goes back to his breakfast, the eagerness he was eating with before is gone. He picks at it a moment, then looks up distractedly. ]
Do you smell that? It smells like... I dunno, like salt water all the sudden.
[ Like salt water and low hanging fog and cold. But that's a ridiculous set of scents for where they are. He goes back to pushing his eggs around. ]
Never mind, it's probly just this bein' too salty.
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He's a poor liar, he knew that, so he says nothing of it instead, easier to ignore and he'd been become so practiced in that. ]
Worked out the guns yet?
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Not yet. We'll probly get to guns whenever Shepard and Aeryn's classes start. I'll get through this test without them. Never needed them before, don't wanna start needin' them.
[ The sent of ocean is fading, but now he can't seem to shake that earlier sensation of cold. Why had he suddenly become so cold when Corvo lit up his hand with magic? It glowed blue, so similar to the dark ice magic of his world, but Corvo was certainly not an ice mage. His magic was closer to... well, he can't really relate it to anything of Erden, though it feels similar to Death manipulation. He'd still rather Corvo have that over ice.
Ice. His mind fills with half-remembered images from the blizzard, of a whiteness too thick to see through, of air too frozen to breathe, and a sensation of moving through something. Whatever it was, it... might have smelled like salt water. The memory is too blurred to recall. But he remembers moving too fast and too slow all at once. It made his chest hurt... makes his chest hurt...
Jasper shivers and suddenly the cold is gone. He's been staring at his still full plate, idly pushing a piece of sausage around. He's not sure for how long. ]
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So he scrambles, and he knows he's not good at this. These shiny false veneers of normality on the premise that everything would be alright, because he knew it wouldn't be. Things were never going to get better. Not for them, not in this place. But the boy had a assessment soon, and it wouldn't serve him to be mind half fractured on dark slippery things with too infinite eyes. So it's the same as with Terra, he pushed forward in a brusque almost commanding tone.
Here, he means, keep the mind here, don't think, don't, there was the edge of the map and over that great unknown space lay monsters. ] I won't go easy on you simply because you're rovermate, you'll learn infiltration whether you like it or not.
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Don't want you to go easy.
[ Finally he stabs and eats the sausage he'd been pushing around. No, he doesn't want Corvo or anyone to go easy on him for any sort of training. His head feels clearer as his will returns, and with it, his appetite. Soon the entire plate is polished, a tall glass of juice drained along with it. Nothing much else is said as he finishes. Strange, haunting magic or not, Corvo's silent presence is enough to keep him company. ]
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As I trained Her Majesty's guards. You just must swear to not hate me too much when it's done.
[ But he leaves it at that, settles it back to let Jasper finish his meal and relaxed enough with that with a need for much more, he kept his arms cross loosely over his chest, head tilted up to the roof. Comfortable.
It was... nice, like this. ]