Smart men are always looking for loopholes.

[itookashot]

WHO: Jesper Fahey and you!
WHAT: Catch-all for October
WHERE: Cadens, Nocwich, Horizon
WHEN: Throughout October (may add event things)
WARNINGS: Nothing right now.





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[everybodysterrible]

It takes Abby a few moments to figure out where the miscommunication happened. As he was answering a question, but no what she was trying to ask. She smiled, listening anyway. It was nice to hear him talk about his life, and that his thing was just finding people of value. And almost believing she fits into that list. Her life was so sheltered by comparison, of course, that comparison played with basically the entire population of Summoned.

But at the end her smile is a little awkward, "I meant your little trick, is that from home or is it from here?"

Of course, asking two nearly the same questions just means she can listen to him talk about a life she'd never experience herself, and she can take that.

Abby shrugs, calling people weird, for Abby, is the same as calling the sky blue. Just a truth of the world. Normal, whatever the fuck that means, isn't. Nobody is ever as boring and same as normal implies. Abby ran her finger over one of Jesper's scarves on the display... accidentally adding an array of glitter to it. (Oops.) Her magic acting up is a general sign her mind is somewhere else. She draws her hand away from anything else her magic might decorate.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I think I could live without sex. It just- it's feels good, but I definitely don't need it the way you do." Abby generally looked small in the moment, but her needs were just to be understood. To be noticed and shown any sort of kindness. A hug did as much for her as anything else, and peeking past all her initial walls would make that clear. She knows Jesper won't take what she said wrong, or she trusts he wont.

She prays he won't. "...I'll buy the scarf I fucked up."

[itookashot]

"Oh!" Jesper laughs. "Home. I'm a Grisha, born with supernatural abilities, we all do different things. I'm from a group called Durasts, we manipulate matter, so I can turn solids into liquids, and vice versa, or create pretty jewelry from metal scraps." That's his secret to why he can do such incredible turn around, where he seems to somehow have replenished his work the next day with no problem. Jesper gets cheap materials and uses his gifts to make it look beautiful.

"It's also why I'm a perfect shot. I use telekinesis on the bullet, I can make it go anywhere. I am a near-perfect shot in reality, I usually just need a little oomph to be perfect." Jesper doesn't need his gifts to be lethal, he would be able to hit his targets 9/10 times without them, but they work to give him that edge. He realizes he's never explained that to her, so he's happy to answer. "I hid it back home because they make Grisha fight for the army, or kill us, so it's only here I got used to them."

He's looking forward to a decade from now being quite the expert, like his mother was. Jesper's already pretty decent now that he uses it every day, but it takes precision to get to a higher level. He raises an eyebrow at her and reaches out to take her hand, kissing her knuckles sweetly.

"I don't take it the wrong way, love. Everyone feels differently about it. Nothing is right or wrong in this area." Personal taste. He smiles at the glitter. "Nah, it looks good. Unless you want it, you can keep it."

[everybodysterrible]

Well, that explained the whole crime thing. And the whole 'I can throw daggers and shoot guns with equal accuracy' thing. The charm and kindness didn't needed explaining, that's just Jesper. "With great power comes great government telling you how they want to use your power."

If her world had magic, what were the odds it'd just slot into the same landscape of abuse and 'get ahead' hustle mindset. The same abuse, a new capital to hoard.

The kiss and affirmation he got that she was talking just about her, and nothing about how good he was with her, got a smile out of the small ball of unease better known as Abby.

She'll respond, at first, by just leaning against Jesper, not quite looking for a hug, but not saying no to one either. As she inspects what she's done to the scarf. She traces her finger over it some more. Making the awkward line into part of greater whorls and loops of glitter. "Maybe you can get more selling it like this."

[itookashot]

"Exactly. I had no interest in being one fodder for their wars." That is what the Ravkan army more or less used Grisha for. They threw them into wars to use their powers and probably didn't care how many of them died in exchange. The Grisha themselves cared and they made a community, but they still weren't the ones in command. "A Grisha is now queen over there so things have gotten better, but I still don't plan on going."

Technically in his real world Jesper isn't experienced at all in his gifts. He spent too much hiding them. He's an amateur at best. But he's been spending all this time in Abraxas using them, so he'd be someone the army would want. Joke's on them, he's hiding out in a rich boy's house for the rest of his days.

He picks up the cue and puts an arm around her so she can lean into his shoulder more, in a side-hug. Jesper is also very touchy with his friends so he can always be counted on for affection. He watches her modify the scarf with her glitter and smiles. He knows personally what it's like, seeing your gifts turn something more beautiful.

"I bet I could. I love glitter." Jesper's work is very colorful, always. "How are you doing, my dear?"