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[benumbing]

[Jack's parked himself, where else, in Delight's bar, and even though he's halfway through the bottle in front of him, he's still composed. It's equal parts troubling and impressive...his reputation for being a party prince back home was well-earned.]

At least one of the gods here has good taste in alcohol. That's more than I can say for the god of my father. I think he prefers sweet wine and the blood of lambs or bulls...

[He waves his hand dismissively before taking another drink. He doesn't want to talk about sacrifice, or even think about it. But he's not shying away from the subject of blood.]

I'm here to ask where I can find training with the weapons in the armory. I served in the military of my world, but we were somewhat more...advanced with our weapons - which really just means we grew impatient with the time it took us to kill a great number of people, so we came up with tanks and guns. But since there are actual monsters here and I can't burst into flames or shoot ice daggers from my eyes, I'd like to master something as quickly as possible.

[And he doesn't find the up-close and personal aspect of if to be as distasteful as he might've thought. Maybe because he'll be killing monsters and not someone's son, though there are instances where he thinks the two can overlap.]

I'll be in your debt. [And the sobering way that he says those words show just how seriously Jack takes them. But it's followed by his lips curving into a smirk.] And in exchange, I'll also bring the tastiest monsters right to your doorstep. The ugly ones taste just like chicken.

[But they don't stay down as easily, not unless you're the youngest Stark girl.]

Comments

[benumbing]

I would at least try to kill them first, but the field dressing is up to you.

I already took some from there. Do you throw or use them in close combat?

[wipedclean]

Fair enough.

[He tilts his head.]

Both.

[benumbing]

That sounds useful. At least that way if something gets close enough snap my neck like a twig, I stand a chance of taking it out with me.

[A little dark humor.

But he's also serious.]

[wipedclean]

I generally try to take them out before it gets that close. But most people here don't have the guns I do.

[And he's not about to go lending them out, either.]

[benumbing]

Yes, but where's the fun in that.

[He is curious about the guns though. Those are weapons he's familiar with.]

What about the bullets? I've seen plenty of tin cans on the shelves, has anyone found a way to make more?

[wipedclean]

Rage. She offers a clip of ammunition for every monster left on her altar.

[benumbing]

I'll stick with the knives.

[He might drink their booze, but laying across their altars is an act of worship. Nah.]

Let me try it. I'll practice, and then you can teach me how to improve.

[wipedclean]

[He nods. He's got nothing against people who don't want to take the offer. It makes sense.]

That will work.

[benumbing]

Shall we meet up? Say in about a week - if the monsters haven't killed me by then, of course.

[wipedclean]

[He nods.]

Fine by me.