Smart men are always looking for loopholes.

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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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(accidental) hunting grounds.

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The rift drama itself was something he can hand wave into a compartment that he's done so many a times. It comes with the territory of having to go to a magical school that ended up skewed way later in his last few years and hence post. He killed one of the beasts, and for someone who is often one to boast about his everything, he keeps on the low about it. In fact, he's moved on (—debatable). Eliot is at Nocwich to deliver a gift, but he can get distracted along the way.

In his distraction, it includes officially getting lost. How does one end up at the hunting grounds of all places? It's called a bad sense of direction when he's too distracted in making sure the package is neatly in high quality wrapping paper he found stole from one of the Throne mantels decorative enough in their fanciful ways. It means taking a step forward and ending up ignoring the sign that states said hunting ground. Or the local asking if he wants a weapon, and a slight 'alright your funeral' look when he's past the line. He nearly all but clutches the neat package to his chest when he hears a sound off to the side and it becomes clear where he's at.

"Nope." He all but starts to back up when he finds someone with a familiarity that means he's probably met them, but not truly? In the middle of halfway into entering the hunting grounds and halfway scooting out of there, he still has time to casually stop by and ask the other tall individual in the radius, "Hm. Have I met you?"

Truly. It's a sort of intuition. He's good with people.

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Jesper on the other hand looks like he belongs there and that he's there for the obvious reason. Not only does he have weapons on him, the metal chest piece he's wearing turns into multiple knives at a moment's notice. He's not allowed guns here. He's dressed in black meaning he's ready to blend in with the darkness in there and he has a special pair of glasses for the dark. They're loosely on top of his head for the moment though. He cuts quite the hunter look at the moment.

"Yeah, we met when you made a sublime cocktail in the Feywilds." They probably both got drunk at the time. He does remember Eliot had a way with the drinks though, and he never, ever, EVER forgets a pretty face. It doesn't bother him that he doesn't remember though, they were drinking, and there was a lot of things going on. "Jesper Fahey." He salutes him.

"But Eliot, you don't strike me as the type to be hunting creatures." He absolutely looks out of place here. He smiles. "Bit lost?"

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Does he actually remember or does he continue to play at the untouchable yet so come hither? After a while it can become background noise, but right now he’s occupied with his newfound surroundings and the slight misstep. Truly, this is why he had Margo as a compass sometimes. Much easier to be someone’s co-conspiracy eye candy and partner in delights than having to find his own way. The realization comes fairly quick.

“Oh, you’re Honey Wine.” And now he’s going to associate him with it, with the way Eliot’s mouth twists into a casual smile and steps forward to get a proper look at Jesper. Truthfully, he did indulge in a lot of alcohol that night and made his many, many attempts of mixing with various audiences. Up close, he can see Jesper is handsome. He reminds him of the sort of First Years that he’d occasionally indulge. Sort of nostalgic, to a time when he didn’t worry about dying or apocalypses. It also seems eons ago.

“Might be lost. Hunting isn’t what I do. Although. I do know how to use a sword.”

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"Ooooh Honey Wine, I love pet names." Jesper is one of the few people taller than Eliot at 6'3, a complete beanpole, tall and skinny although underneath his clothes he's toned. You'd have to be to fight as often as he does. His vivid gray eyes against brown skin pop and he curiously looks the other man up and down, as he's likely to do.

"Well I can probably keep you alive if you want to go stab some things." Jesper does this frequently enough he knows the beasts in there, so he thinks he can probably save his life, but there is always the risk. His abilities make him formidable on his own but he's still working on teamwork.

"It's not for the faint of heart though. You can borrow my glasses if you want to." He's not sure this is a good idea but few of his ideas are good! Or Eliot could wisely refuse.

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"Better than simply Honey. I could also just call you vin de miel. Somehow it's always hotter in French." He is fond of giving pet names. He'll amuse it. He also isn't one to make the wisest decisions when he should be making them. Jesper is about to find out just how unwise Eliot can be if he offers up a path.

It's not ego that is speaking, only a matter of fact. Sometimes he is too casual about everything. He's used to being one of the taller ones, so having others being shy of an inch or two is just him finally able to not have to look at someone down. It's like being among peers. New view. New experiences. He really probably shouldn't take up the hunting grounds, but he did realize he has to become a better fighter if more beasts were to ever come about. He might now have slight motive out of the whim. One that he should table, but he'll feel it out. He's always been good at foreplay.

"Glasses? Hm. I've seen horrors cinema hipsters wish they've dreamed up. Even if gods can be rather cliche. I think I became a ghost in one of my time loops. Did you manage to kill one of those beasts?"

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"I don't know what French is but it sounds good." Marking that Jesper isn't from Earth. "I'll have to come up with one for you, it's only right." Jesper has the type of swaggering confidence that would ordinarily be masking insecurity, but for him, it's not. He really does know he's interesting and dangerous and attractive. The gunslinger has been around the block and then some.

"They help you see in the dark." Jesper takes them off the top of his head and offers them over to Eliot. The glasses will help him see more clearly in the dark, and there are also contact lens versions of them for that reason. It's night at all times in Nocwich, but it's especially dark in the hunting grounds.

"The ones from the rifts? Yeah. I've also hunted in a few locations, this one included. You can sell parts for a pretty penny if you know what you're doing, but it's dangerous." People in Thorne don't usually get a lot of money on their own so it probably is tempting, but Jesper's not saying that to be cocky about his own skills. "I'd just rather not have that pretty head bitten of your body. What a waste."

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"Now you sound like a Fillorian. Where are you from?" Which is to say, sadly his Earth references will not be taken into account. Winning some and losing some, he supposes. It's not as if he hasn't had to make a whole other world his life and adjust to it. Something he won't lose is his flair, which is expressed in his back to fancy clothes era. Eliot would bring silk to the hunting grounds. He can see Jesper is experienced in his own way, which is attractive, he'll admit. He's been around the block, just not in Abraxas (which is a shame, but he has his reasons). He might just be outmatched, which makes him briefly smirk. "French is sexy, trust me."

"Bitten?" He scrunches his nose as he takes the glasses and starts to examine them by looking into them, then holding them briefly with utmost delicacy. "I'm going to assume it's not the kind I'd prefer. You must be quite the fighter if you're going off on your own out there. Can't say it's the way I prefer to use my hands, but I'm open." He's not trying to be sensual on purpose, it just rolls out. Energy to energy. It also doesn't hurt to have the attention and flirt. He likes flirting, but he backs off it it's not received of course.

"I'm impressed. I would have saved you a piece of my beast, but it went up in smoke when it died. This just tells me I should be hanging out with you more often, dangerous man."

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"From a grimy crime-ridden port city named Ketterdam, the best place. It's not on what other people call Earth." Eliot strikes him as an Earth person. He's got this modern flare to him that wouldn't suit a legitimately old school type of place that Jesper's from. He's not full out medieval but Cadens' technology is on par with what he knows, so he settled in easily.

"I'm quite the fighter, yes. Fine, I'll show off a little." As if someone needs to convince him! Jesper loves showing off. He moves his long black coat back and then the metal armor that's on him changes. It looks like multiple blades on top of each other ... because that's exactly what it is. Jesper moves his hands and the blades come apart, sliding separately into the air into multiple knives, hovering in the air with what is clearly advanced telekinesis.

The metamorphosis of armor into many knives is part of his skillset, and probably the more impressive part, for people who pay close attention. He pulls a few of the knives to his hand and puts them together, the steel closing in under his supernatural fingers and he turns the end into a steel hilt, before offering it hilt-first to Eliot.

"A sword, milord." He slides the knives back from the air to settle onto his chest, armor again, and then does an elaborate bow.

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He watches with intrigue that turns into right out interest over the display. He has to wonder if Jesper’s ability is innate or if it’s from Abraxan magic. Something tells him it’s more. There’s a slight awe to his expression before he claps his hands once and keeps his eye to the way the armor moves effortlessly in the way a river flows down a stream as it should be.

“Close enough. High King,” he admits, mostly because he had been one and why not flaunt such a title. He did get overthrown, and kicked out of Fillory, but he had been a good king for the best of a minute if he says so. All of it is riddled in the proud glint in his eye. He reaches for the minted blade and with the gleam of the now turned sword, he decides he can give a little show off on his own.

He raises his hand and lets the sword hover briefly and away from Jesper, before it slides against his palm smoothly. It’s a slight tremble of a levitation that lives in him the way magic does and Jesper would feel it within the pull of his reach. There’s barely a mummer of a spell when it’s a discipline well on its way to being mastered.

“Delightful. You’re telekinetic. I am too. Among other things. Magic?” He has to ask, since he’s met all sorts and even more people that come with abilities unlike the ones he personally knows. He’s just getting used to the diversity of the supernatural. Especially when he can sense the knives are connected to Jesper, if his theory is now forming. He just might be a secret magic connoisseur, just not openly.

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"Oooh your majesty." There is something undeniably dirty the way he says it because he's flirting, he's always flirting. Jesper doesn't know what the difference between a king and high king is, he assumes lesser kings and then he'd be like the head honcho. The way Eliot holds himself does speak of someone confident in themselves and on the royal side, now that he hears the term, but he also seems down to earth too.

Jesper lets him show off and watches with approval and no small amount of appreciation. It was, in a way, an 'I'll show you mime if you show me yours.' It's telekinesis too which he appreciates, there's only a few people he knows of here with that particular type of smooth skill.

"Not exactly. I'm a Grisha, that's a person born with supernatural skills. Most of them wouldn't say it's magic, per se, there are no spells required." Actually, many Grisha would argue it's highly sophisticated scientific alteration, but Jesper rolls his eyes about that. Nah, it's magic, it's a particular type of magic that doesn't come off as traditional, that's all.

"Specifically I'm a Durast, we control and alter matter. So I'm actually changing the composition of the blades when I do that." He's changing them from solids to fluids and back to solids again, sometimes it's more evident that he is liquifying. The armor is very familiar to him, that's all.

"Magic for you?"