you can't see, we've been falling from the 5th story, hope we don't hit the surface
Preferring it not to happen and preventing it from happening don’t fall under the same side of the war in any instance. And Varus knows this, but he doesn’t feel the need to state such a thing. Surely she can read between the lines with it. Still, the Ascended offers her a small nod, a playful smile as he proposes his game. Of course, she sees through him, too, and how the alcohol won’t affect him, but she agrees anyway. “Unfortunately I don’t have much that’ll phase me nowadays.” It’s been over three hundred years since he had, after all.
Still doesn’t mean he can’t pretend and play along.
She goes first though and he slides his shot toward him, before he’s leaning toward her on the table, the elbow of his metal arm meeting the wood of the table between them as he scans her face – searching for where the lie sits. “Mm, well, you’re from Torchline… I’d imagine you can swim. No idea what French is. And bees is quite oddly specific if you were attuned… You’d be able to control any kind of bug you wanted, not just bees.” He hums and haws before he’s leaning back and flashing a fanged grin her way. “I’m gonna go with controlling bees. Only because it was so specific.” And of course, waiting to see where the lie was, Varus will follow through with taking a shot or not.
As for his turn? The grin turns a bit more playful. “I’m an only child. My favorite genre of books are horror. And… I lost my arm in the war.” He sits back, awaiting her response.
Still doesn’t mean he can’t pretend and play along.
She goes first though and he slides his shot toward him, before he’s leaning toward her on the table, the elbow of his metal arm meeting the wood of the table between them as he scans her face – searching for where the lie sits. “Mm, well, you’re from Torchline… I’d imagine you can swim. No idea what French is. And bees is quite oddly specific if you were attuned… You’d be able to control any kind of bug you wanted, not just bees.” He hums and haws before he’s leaning back and flashing a fanged grin her way. “I’m gonna go with controlling bees. Only because it was so specific.” And of course, waiting to see where the lie was, Varus will follow through with taking a shot or not.
As for his turn? The grin turns a bit more playful. “I’m an only child. My favorite genre of books are horror. And… I lost my arm in the war.” He sits back, awaiting her response.
VARUS
