(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?
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no clue though.
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maybe i am figuring it out as i go with what deserves more points. like this stupid arbitrary DUMB place
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and learning about earth stuff. someone's teaching me about your weirdo world
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i can do that too
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tell me where you're not hiding at.
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you know of any?
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or i can drink and you can just watch
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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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