[ That should have been the end of it, she should have gone on her merry way and he would have gone on his. But just as he's about to turn his back on her and go, she decides to speak again.
His lips press into a line as she does so, his arms coming to slowly cross over his barrel chest. Demon, witch? She says no, that shes only herself, but Jacob takes all this to mean that she is something other than human. Or more than human, somehow.
He doesn't like the idea. Everything he knows rebels from the concept, but here isn't home. This place, whereever and whatever it is, doesn't have the same rules. One glance arpund his strange jungle can tell him that. Theres ghosts, theres strange flying lizards they can ride. There's dead gods and vines that try to eat people.
And perhaps his world is the odd one. Other worlds may have this too, these impossible things. Watches and demons, like she says. Back home he'd think her a dangerous mad woman, but here? Here she could be something else entirely.
She may be telling the truth about all this. He knows that there are at least a couple of dozen people brought against their will, held here for...something. she may well be one.
In which case, she's an ally and not an enemy.
As he thinks this through, the tension in him changes. No longer so aggressive, his arms unfolding and his shoulders relaxing.
Although he rolls his eyes when she insinuates he blames her for all his problems. He doesn't... but he did take it out on her.]
Right. You aren't to blame for what happened back there. Not entirely. We could have worked better together. I know my way around a blade and it seems you do too.
[ He pauses, looking her over again, and steps closer, offering to take the crate from her by silently holding out his hands. ]
I don't understand what you are, but in this place, we need more friends than we need more enemies, correct?
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His lips press into a line as she does so, his arms coming to slowly cross over his barrel chest. Demon, witch? She says no, that shes only herself, but Jacob takes all this to mean that she is something other than human. Or more than human, somehow.
He doesn't like the idea. Everything he knows rebels from the concept, but here isn't home. This place, whereever and whatever it is, doesn't have the same rules. One glance arpund his strange jungle can tell him that. Theres ghosts, theres strange flying lizards they can ride. There's dead gods and vines that try to eat people.
And perhaps his world is the odd one. Other worlds may have this too, these impossible things. Watches and demons, like she says. Back home he'd think her a dangerous mad woman, but here? Here she could be something else entirely.
She may be telling the truth about all this. He knows that there are at least a couple of dozen people brought against their will, held here for...something. she may well be one.
In which case, she's an ally and not an enemy.
As he thinks this through, the tension in him changes. No longer so aggressive, his arms unfolding and his shoulders relaxing.
Although he rolls his eyes when she insinuates he blames her for all his problems. He doesn't... but he did take it out on her.]
Right. You aren't to blame for what happened back there. Not entirely. We could have worked better together. I know my way around a blade and it seems you do too.
[ He pauses, looking her over again, and steps closer, offering to take the crate from her by silently holding out his hands. ]
I don't understand what you are, but in this place, we need more friends than we need more enemies, correct?