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[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.]
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.]
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[He tilts his head at her curiously.]
Did you learn your skills here, or before?
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I'm Jack.
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I'm Jo. Nice to meet ya.
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[She already doesn't seem much like any of the girls he knew back home. They were all party girls or, well, girls like his sister. None of them carried knives.]
Where should we have our first lesson?
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We can meet outside the bar?
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Time to switch to coffee. Outside the bar will be fine.
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That depends on how fast you learn.
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Then I'll aspire to learn fast and well.
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I'll be there in a few minutes.
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Yeah, see ya.
[She pockets her phone and heads for the bar after grabbing her extra knife.
She'll be there in a few minutes.]
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Don't be modest...what was the body count on your way over here?
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How much more did you drink?
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Do you need more time to sober up?
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[Honestly, Jack.]
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[Go ahead, find the fault. He'll wait.]
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You know how to hold a knife at least?
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