[ 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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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. ]