It's a futuristic modern world but things aren't what they seem
Someday you'd better wake up from this stupid fantasy
Someday you'd better wake up from this stupid fantasy
Things are far more formal here than his time. Place? It doesn’t really matter, but sometimes life in Caido seems more King Arthur meets…okay well there wasn’t a lot of sci-fi to compare this sort of magic to, but you get the idea. Still, it’s clear Bart is uncomfortable standing on performance of any kind, hands fisted in his jacket pockets and eyes shifting about the room like a wary cat exploring new territory.
Despite being a little chilled, he shrugs away the offer and sinks down into a chair, legs loose and askew - an intentional defense, broadcasting assurance and relaxation he doesn’t feel. “No point in pussyfootin’ around,” he grumbles and looks up at Wessex, gaze flinty and sure in contrast. “So I ain’t come through with any powers, far as I know that means I’m an Accepted. But Nate’s my twin, and he’s one’a you guys. I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about this war, I ain’t even met a god yet and don’t feel inclined to honestly.” He’d rather stay away from that drama and not risk his limbs and attachments - and sensations - the way Sunjata and Nate have. Pulling his hands from his pockets he leans forward, forearms bracing against his thighs. “I know there’s places I can go and shit I can do that you guys can’t. And I want you to use me how you see fit.” He can laud his capabilities later if she wants but first he has to get her on board with the idea; and with keeping it from Nate.
Despite being a little chilled, he shrugs away the offer and sinks down into a chair, legs loose and askew - an intentional defense, broadcasting assurance and relaxation he doesn’t feel. “No point in pussyfootin’ around,” he grumbles and looks up at Wessex, gaze flinty and sure in contrast. “So I ain’t come through with any powers, far as I know that means I’m an Accepted. But Nate’s my twin, and he’s one’a you guys. I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about this war, I ain’t even met a god yet and don’t feel inclined to honestly.” He’d rather stay away from that drama and not risk his limbs and attachments - and sensations - the way Sunjata and Nate have. Pulling his hands from his pockets he leans forward, forearms bracing against his thighs. “I know there’s places I can go and shit I can do that you guys can’t. And I want you to use me how you see fit.” He can laud his capabilities later if she wants but first he has to get her on board with the idea; and with keeping it from Nate.
Now they can make things worse for me
BARTHOLOMEW
