(Even if someone hasn't seen Jinx before, she's still pretty interesting to look at. Braids that almost touch the floor, skin that definitely hasn't seen the sun ever, pink eyes, and the characteristic outfit.
Even if her pants have gotten some negative feedback.
Takes her a good 20 minutes to reach the Liquor Store, but she's here.)
( jinx has her own physical quirks, but so does sam. he's - almost unnaturally tall, standing at a good 6'8", but with broad shoulders that don't match how lanky he is. it's not nearly as bad as it had been a good few years back: he's managed to add some more muscle to his frame since tal brought along the good crap that has enough caloric content and protein to encourage growth rather than them just burning through it before it even has a chance to settle on them. but. doesn't mean he isn't still leaning on the edge of scrawny.
his own hair's - a little longer than it usually might have been. it touches the bottom his earlobes in front, but sits closer to his nape at the back.
and when she calls out to him, he's leaning back to look at her - the bright gold ring of color around his pupils and bordering brown irises almost glowing as he tosses her a stupid, playful grin. )
That's me, the guy who makes pointy crap. ( his hand leaves his jeans pocket, but it's to reach out towards her hair, to one of the gold rings. ) How'd you get those to stick in there?
(At least she's used to giants; she's got Vander, whose height gives her a mean stiff neck and backache when they're not talking on an eye-level, so it doesn't bother her much. He doesn't ring a bell, either — perhaps she never really saw him before, or if she has, she hadn't paid it any mind.
Possible, when she lives in her own little world.)
Thought you made shooty crap. Shooty crap is way cooler than pointy crap any day.
(Anything that has a point can be used, sir. Unless it does both, but she has no idea what kind of weapon he builds in his free time, so she'll have to wait and see. The smile gets a nod, but the approaching and the touching she's not so used to unless she does it herself, so Jinx flinches just a tad with a scowl and googled eyes before she relaxes again, her face back to neutral, although it always comes with a smidge of sarcasm hidden in her expression.
Not a threat or anything. She's just not used to it.)
They're just super tight, and they have a pin in the middle. Why, you want one?
( shooty crap is pretty cool, now that he's thinking about it. could sam manage to shove together something shooty? he hasn't really - well. tried. but he supposes, bullets made from the same material would still damage the seraphs as much as pointy crap does. why hasn't anyone else considered this before?
or have they, and some asshole's pulling out pistols instead of swords, and sam just doesn't know it. rude, honestly. )
Don't know if I can make shooty crap. ( the flinching doesn't throw him off any, either; she's not the first person he's met who reacts that way, even if it is telling all on it's own. but jinx shrugs it off, so sam takes that as a sign it's reactive, and not really indicative of how much she currently gives a shit. ) And maybe I do want one. I'd have to grow out my hair some though.
Well, I can. Maybe, just maybe, I'll teach you, unless you just throw the first pointy thing at people because then that doesn't count.
(He never specified, so she's going with what she feels. Now, for this drink, she'd hate to seem like a weakling, but she also doesn't want to die of alcohol poisoning as she is, actually, a weakling.
And she isn't 3028391831 meters tall as he is, she can't read or reach the top labels. Meaning she's gonna have to stand on the counter, braids dangling as she runs a finger on each of the bottles. Please, something strong-ish that she can say tastes horrible so she has a believable excuse for giving up soon.)
With your size? It's gonna take twice, or three times the time it took for mine, don't know if you'll have time here, buddy. Unless you get fake hair, that's a thing I saw in the shops somewhere.
Never said I wanted it that long. It'd piss me off too much. But a little longer? Why not.
( ari's hair was - longer. not nearly as long as hers is, but long enough to justify hair accessories, if he'd felt like it. sam's is - well, it's getting there, even if it isn't even close to the length jinx has. a little more length, and he could shove it up into a manbun.
she looks for liquor, and sam watches her look. he's not particular or picky; figures he may as well just get whatever she's getting. )
I'm betting the way I make weapons is a lot different than how you do it.
The braids help a bunch, gets faster to do too— AHA! Found it.
(As if she was looking for something horribly specific, but no. She just Doesn't Want To Die, thank you very much, so she theatrically spins to present the bottle she totally knew about and wasn't carefully choosing anything whatsoever.
A jump off the counter does it, and she stretches her arm so he can take it.)
Alright, then tell me what is so cool about pointy crap.
( even the dull ones are useful for something, okay. but that's not really what's all that cool about pointy crap, so sam lifts his shoulders in a little half-shrug, and takes the bottle. takes his knife, too, from the sheath at his hip to pop off the cap as he walks them out of the building. )
And, shooty crap? What're you gonna do when you run out of bullets?
(The first patch of grass she finds is the one she sits on, a little further from the shops. She notices the knife, hand in holster as a reflex before she remembers that, oh, right, he's just going to show her.
The gun in her hand gets flips, a little flourish before she sits, aiming at the nearest tree with a 'phew' from her lips.)
Then don't use bullets, doy. I mean, I do, but not always.
( she pulls out her gun after sitting down, and sam already has out his knife, but he - doesn't show that knife off to her.
instead, he drops down onto the ground close by, raises the hand that isn't holding onto the knife, and digs the blade into his forearm, just above his wrist. deep, too, enough that blood starts flowing freely and dripping down at a rate that might have been concerning -
if it wasn't coagulating already where he'd cut himself, and if the blood dripping down his arm wasn't shifting from deep red to a silvery-red color, as it forms into a blade of it's own. )
(She was about to say something, to tell him that this is a skill issue on his part — but then there's blood, the smell too characteristic and familiar to Jinx that it makes her eyebrows frown until there's a whole blade made from crimson. She's not scared for her safety, considering the giant man who's bleeding in front of her, but...
What the fuck is she witnessing. She doesn't get it, and that's visible on her face as she processes what she has just seen.)
( when he's done cutting into himself, sam drops the knife down to his side and shakes out his arm as the wound patches itself up. it's slow, but nowhere near as slow as an ordinary human being would heal. given it wasn't all that deep of a cut, by the time he's wiped the blade off against his jeans and set it down on the ground beside him - the only evidence he had cut himself open is the new blade resting against his palm and the raised pink line of skin where the cut had been.
sam takes the new blade, flipping it around in his hand so the blade is in his hand and the hilt is pointed jinx's way. )
(She's watching the wound, first and foremost. She knows Peter, and his faster healing factor, so that's where her mind goes to. Same rules? She can't generalize, surely, but it does kind of look like it if not for the whole knife-making.
Without hesitation, Jinx takes the blade, taking in the weight, the way that it sits in her hand, and she's definitely going to throw it at something soon.)
Do you control the design, the weigh, the math? How--, explain.
( it's not particularly heavy, but is well-balanced. despite being blood not all that long ago, it feels solid, and cool to the touch. )
Yeah. Took me a little while to figure it out, but I just think what I want it to be, and there it is. Only works if I have enough blood to make shit though; anything much better, an' I need another Nephilim so I don't pass out in the process.
(That's the thing, it is blood, and she's curious to see how durable it is. He might be able to see the gears turning as she grunts, staring at the knife, then at her gun, then at the knife...
(She did not need permission, if he said 'no', she would do it twice, but alas. The blade is thrown so that it sticks onto the trunk of a tree, and almost immediately as it carves into it, she shoots.
Time for truth.)
Neeeeeeever heard of it. Is it your world's word for giant guy?
(With a little boost from her arms, she stands so she can go assess the damage.)
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i'll meet you there ;)
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Even if her pants have gotten some negative feedback.
Takes her a good 20 minutes to reach the Liquor Store, but she's here.)
Dude that makes weapons?
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his own hair's - a little longer than it usually might have been. it touches the bottom his earlobes in front, but sits closer to his nape at the back.
and when she calls out to him, he's leaning back to look at her - the bright gold ring of color around his pupils and bordering brown irises almost glowing as he tosses her a stupid, playful grin. )
That's me, the guy who makes pointy crap. ( his hand leaves his jeans pocket, but it's to reach out towards her hair, to one of the gold rings. ) How'd you get those to stick in there?
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Possible, when she lives in her own little world.)
Thought you made shooty crap. Shooty crap is way cooler than pointy crap any day.
(Anything that has a point can be used, sir. Unless it does both, but she has no idea what kind of weapon he builds in his free time, so she'll have to wait and see. The smile gets a nod, but the approaching and the touching she's not so used to unless she does it herself, so Jinx flinches just a tad with a scowl and googled eyes before she relaxes again, her face back to neutral, although it always comes with a smidge of sarcasm hidden in her expression.
Not a threat or anything. She's just not used to it.)
They're just super tight, and they have a pin in the middle. Why, you want one?
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or have they, and some asshole's pulling out pistols instead of swords, and sam just doesn't know it. rude, honestly. )
Don't know if I can make shooty crap. ( the flinching doesn't throw him off any, either; she's not the first person he's met who reacts that way, even if it is telling all on it's own. but jinx shrugs it off, so sam takes that as a sign it's reactive, and not really indicative of how much she currently gives a shit. ) And maybe I do want one. I'd have to grow out my hair some though.
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(He never specified, so she's going with what she feels. Now, for this drink, she'd hate to seem like a weakling, but she also doesn't want to die of alcohol poisoning as she is, actually, a weakling.
And she isn't 3028391831 meters tall as he is, she can't read or reach the top labels. Meaning she's gonna have to stand on the counter, braids dangling as she runs a finger on each of the bottles. Please, something strong-ish that she can say tastes horrible so she has a believable excuse for giving up soon.)
With your size? It's gonna take twice, or three times the time it took for mine, don't know if you'll have time here, buddy. Unless you get fake hair, that's a thing I saw in the shops somewhere.
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( ari's hair was - longer. not nearly as long as hers is, but long enough to justify hair accessories, if he'd felt like it. sam's is - well, it's getting there, even if it isn't even close to the length jinx has. a little more length, and he could shove it up into a manbun.
she looks for liquor, and sam watches her look. he's not particular or picky; figures he may as well just get whatever she's getting. )
I'm betting the way I make weapons is a lot different than how you do it.
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(As if she was looking for something horribly specific, but no. She just Doesn't Want To Die, thank you very much, so she theatrically spins to present the bottle she totally knew about and wasn't carefully choosing anything whatsoever.
A jump off the counter does it, and she stretches her arm so he can take it.)
Alright, then tell me what is so cool about pointy crap.
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( even the dull ones are useful for something, okay. but that's not really what's all that cool about pointy crap, so sam lifts his shoulders in a little half-shrug, and takes the bottle. takes his knife, too, from the sheath at his hip to pop off the cap as he walks them out of the building. )
And, shooty crap? What're you gonna do when you run out of bullets?
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The gun in her hand gets flips, a little flourish before she sits, aiming at the nearest tree with a 'phew' from her lips.)
Then don't use bullets, doy. I mean, I do, but not always.
cw: blood
( she pulls out her gun after sitting down, and sam already has out his knife, but he - doesn't show that knife off to her.
instead, he drops down onto the ground close by, raises the hand that isn't holding onto the knife, and digs the blade into his forearm, just above his wrist. deep, too, enough that blood starts flowing freely and dripping down at a rate that might have been concerning -
if it wasn't coagulating already where he'd cut himself, and if the blood dripping down his arm wasn't shifting from deep red to a silvery-red color, as it forms into a blade of it's own. )
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What the fuck is she witnessing. She doesn't get it, and that's visible on her face as she processes what she has just seen.)
... Let me see.
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sam takes the new blade, flipping it around in his hand so the blade is in his hand and the hilt is pointed jinx's way. )
All yours. I don't need it.
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Without hesitation, Jinx takes the blade, taking in the weight, the way that it sits in her hand, and she's definitely going to throw it at something soon.)
Do you control the design, the weigh, the math? How--, explain.
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Yeah. Took me a little while to figure it out, but I just think what I want it to be, and there it is. Only works if I have enough blood to make shit though; anything much better, an' I need another Nephilim so I don't pass out in the process.
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She's gonna shoot it.)
Nephilim? What's that? You?
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Go for it. It'll stay in one piece.
( well. with a normal bullet, at least. )
And yeah. 's what they call people like me.
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Time for truth.)
Neeeeeeever heard of it. Is it your world's word for giant guy?
(With a little boost from her arms, she stands so she can go assess the damage.)
Imaginary 10 moneys it broke.