[here they are in the library, aka a new home to both of them.
jason might notice someone wandering down an aisle with a stack of books that is far larger than anyone, let alone someone with currently impaired vision, should be holding. it might be difficult to see exactly who it is since the stack is high enough to hide most of their face. he'll be able to see his hair and the fact that his skin seems to be glowing, giving off a warm, gently pulsing light.
either way, this is maybe a disaster waiting to happen, but it's fine.]
He closes the book in his hand and watches for a moment or two. Then he moves over to stand in the way of where Rupert is headed. He can't see much of Rupert around the books, so he figures Rupert can't see much of him either regardless of what he currently looks like now.
[predictably, since he is the person he is, he flinches. he doesn't drop all of the books, but the top two or three slide off the pile he has in his arms, falling to the ground. that means he can peer over the now shorter stack to see who's there.]
[Luckily for Rupert (which is only mildly lucky), Jason has great hand-eye coordination and amazing reflexes. Which also comes with the job. The books that fall off the top, he catches easily.
What looks back over the stack at Rupert is only faintly Jason. The eyes are still vividly blue, but they glow faintly, and the pupils have shrunken into vertical, reptilian slits. Two thick, reddish-black horns have sprouted from his hairline and curve out and the forward to almost meet above his head. His skin is a gradient of the usual pale down the center of him and a mahogany that fans out and gets darker at his extremities. Scales pepper his neck and spill down to disappear into his clothes on his chest and back. The hands that caught the books are claws at the fingers and a scale-like carapace stretching to his elbows.
And there's a tail too, swaying behind him, the tip decorated with four prongs.]
A little much for you to be carrying for a guy with one eye, don't you think?
[staring is rude and he shouldn't do it, but there's definitely a few seconds where it happens regardless, the light growing a little bit brighter as the surprise shows on his face.
he doesn't comment on it, though, moving on to what he says instead.]
I... may have gotten slightly carried away. Just maybe.
[he tries to figure out how to hold a hand out for the books that fell without dropping even more of them in the struggle.]
[He ignores the hand and tucks the books together under his arm, pinning them between the elbow and his side. This has jock at school carrying your books energy.
His eyes look at the top of the stack left in Rupert's hands, then down to see what kind of books they are.]
You can always borrow one at a time and get another when you bring it back, you know.
[or he could just grab everything he wanted at once, like a weirdo. why.
it looks like some of them are mythology, some are nonfiction (from worlds with magic), and some are just fantasy novels, but they all seem to be about monsters.]
[please save aikawa but anyways, here they are at his room! shamelessly copies this from my app again help
the walls and floor (pretend there's no bookcase in this picture but everything else is there,) are made of stone. somehow, it doesn't feel cold despite that, though that might be due to the warmth emanating from the fireplace. though the flames that flicker there aren't real, they still give off heat. similarly, the flames on the sources of light don't appear to be real. the rest of the light in the room comes from the window resting just above his desk, which always shows a field of wildflowers.
his bed sits on a thick rug, with more than a couple pillows resting near the headboard. A few feet away is an armoir, and a decoration on the wall (it's easy to tell the swords are not real). there's also a sofa near a bookcase. the spines of the fake books contained on the shelf seem to vary between books about history, politics, adventure novels, fairy tales, and mythology. the clock sitting on the wall makes a soft ticking noise every so often, adding to the noise of the crackling fireplace. a woven tapestry sits on the wall above the fireplace.
porridge hops off the bed when he sees there's company and comes towards him, tail swishing around.]
[RUPERT'S ROOM IS SO CUTE HELLO. I hate that there is now a "dragon" going into this room.
As a Bat, Jason is naturally nosy. So he immediately starts sweeping his eyes around when he gets inside, looking at everything. It gives him a more definite idea of where to place Rupert in time. Seeing people's rooms is interesting. He feels like he's stuck at the Renaissance Faire. He'll put the books down in a minute.
He's distracted by the tapestry, expression strangely soft and curious, until Porridge meanders over. As much as he'd hate it if he realized, his own tail swishes low back and forth. He reaches down to give Porridge some pets, but, like, careful of the claws. Twinsies.]
[he just kind of tosses the books onto his bed like a true teenage boy, though not sloppily enough to bend the pages or damage them in any way accidentally. doing this means he misses the way jason is looking around, but he turns back in time to see him giving porridge his well deserved pets. he glows a little brighter for a moment.]
Careful, Porridge. If you get too comfortable he might call you fat and spoiled again.
[he will never forget, but he at least sounds like he's joking.]
Tell him you are fat and spoiled, and you love it.
[He rubs under Porridges chin for a second before going back to his duty of being nosy and putting the books away. He is somehow more neurotic about this than most, so he settles the books very neatly on the couch near the arm. There.]
Not bad. Reminds me of Dimitri's room a little. Your room back home like this?
[he watches as he sets the book down, still trying not to stare too much, before he nods.]
From what I've heard of the place they come from, it seems like it has about the same level of technology, so that makes sense. [the medieval fantasy vibes...] It was a little like this, yeah. I think this one is a little bit smaller, but I don't mind it.
[Once he's finished with the books, he goes back to nosily looking around Rupert's room. He doesn't dig, or get right up on something, but it's clear in how he looks with his eyes that this is something he probably does a lot. Studying. Being aware of his surroundings.
His tail swishes at the tip back and forth curiously.]
Bigger? I thought it was supposed to be "former" prince?
[he glances towards him, the light coming off him dimming - little spots of gray appear on his person instead, spreading for a moment before he takes a breath and they disappear. still, it sounds a little stilted when he continues.]
...It is, just not for the reason you're thinking. Castle's still standing, so the room's still there. It's just that it's... empty, now.
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w2, monday.
jason might notice someone wandering down an aisle with a stack of books that is far larger than anyone, let alone someone with currently impaired vision, should be holding. it might be difficult to see exactly who it is since the stack is high enough to hide most of their face. he'll be able to see his hair and the fact that his skin seems to be glowing, giving off a warm, gently pulsing light.
either way, this is maybe a disaster waiting to happen, but it's fine.]
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He closes the book in his hand and watches for a moment or two. Then he moves over to stand in the way of where Rupert is headed. He can't see much of Rupert around the books, so he figures Rupert can't see much of him either regardless of what he currently looks like now.
So he just says, very suddenly:] Boo.
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...Thanks, Jason.
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What looks back over the stack at Rupert is only faintly Jason. The eyes are still vividly blue, but they glow faintly, and the pupils have shrunken into vertical, reptilian slits. Two thick, reddish-black horns have sprouted from his hairline and curve out and the forward to almost meet above his head. His skin is a gradient of the usual pale down the center of him and a mahogany that fans out and gets darker at his extremities. Scales pepper his neck and spill down to disappear into his clothes on his chest and back. The hands that caught the books are claws at the fingers and a scale-like carapace stretching to his elbows.
And there's a tail too, swaying behind him, the tip decorated with four prongs.]
A little much for you to be carrying for a guy with one eye, don't you think?
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he doesn't comment on it, though, moving on to what he says instead.]
I... may have gotten slightly carried away. Just maybe.
[he tries to figure out how to hold a hand out for the books that fell without dropping even more of them in the struggle.]
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[He ignores the hand and tucks the books together under his arm, pinning them between the elbow and his side. This has jock at school carrying your books energy.
His eyes look at the top of the stack left in Rupert's hands, then down to see what kind of books they are.]
You can always borrow one at a time and get another when you bring it back, you know.
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[or he could just grab everything he wanted at once, like a weirdo. why.
it looks like some of them are mythology, some are nonfiction (from worlds with magic), and some are just fantasy novels, but they all seem to be about monsters.]
You're not going to hand those back, are you.
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He glances up at Rupert again.] Nope. You're going to lose both eyes. [He jerks his head at the shelves as if gesturing to the library as a whole.]
Are you finished, or are you still trying to find more books to pile on your already too big stack?
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[stop with the sass!!! but also, he hesitates.]
I guess this is enough for right now. Uh - thanks.
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After you, world saver.
[He will follow with the rest of the books.]
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[he sounds amused, but he does seem grateful for the help all the same, so:]
Thanks. I was just going to take them to my room.
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[No.]
Go ahead. If you're into all this stuff, maybe you can tell me why the hell I'm a giant lizard.
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[he makes a face, the light that he's emitting growing dimmer for just a second.]
Yeah, uh... Fresh out of ideas as to why you might be a giant lizard. [...] Maybe you could ask Aikawa?
[shut UP]
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Big Guy knows something about giant lizards?
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Uhhh, no he doesn't. I didn't say anything about that, I don't know what you're talking about, let's go take these books to my room right now!
[this is why he got caught week two last game]
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The tail whips, but he just looks at him.]
You're the worst liar I've ever seen.
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[hurrying back to his room and also away from the consequences of his own words.]
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[Said in a very skeptical way. He will follow Rupert who is hurrying out though with the books under his arm in tow.
He is going to go ask Aikawa about being a lizard now.]
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the walls and floor (pretend there's no bookcase in this picture but everything else is there,) are made of stone. somehow, it doesn't feel cold despite that, though that might be due to the warmth emanating from the fireplace. though the flames that flicker there aren't real, they still give off heat. similarly, the flames on the sources of light don't appear to be real. the rest of the light in the room comes from the window resting just above his desk, which always shows a field of wildflowers.
his bed sits on a thick rug, with more than a couple pillows resting near the headboard. A few feet away is an armoir, and a decoration on the wall (it's easy to tell the swords are not real). there's also a sofa near a bookcase. the spines of the fake books contained on the shelf seem to vary between books about history, politics, adventure novels, fairy tales, and mythology. the clock sitting on the wall makes a soft ticking noise every so often, adding to the noise of the crackling fireplace. a woven tapestry sits on the wall above the fireplace.
porridge hops off the bed when he sees there's company and comes towards him, tail swishing around.]
You can set them down anywhere... Thanks again.
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As a Bat, Jason is naturally nosy. So he immediately starts sweeping his eyes around when he gets inside, looking at everything. It gives him a more definite idea of where to place Rupert in time. Seeing people's rooms is interesting. He feels like he's stuck at the Renaissance Faire. He'll put the books down in a minute.
He's distracted by the tapestry, expression strangely soft and curious, until Porridge meanders over. As much as he'd hate it if he realized, his own tail swishes low back and forth. He reaches down to give Porridge some pets, but, like, careful of the claws. Twinsies.]
What's up, buddy?
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Careful, Porridge. If you get too comfortable he might call you fat and spoiled again.
[he will never forget, but he at least sounds like he's joking.]
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[He rubs under Porridges chin for a second before going back to his duty of being nosy and putting the books away. He is somehow more neurotic about this than most, so he settles the books very neatly on the couch near the arm. There.]
Not bad. Reminds me of Dimitri's room a little. Your room back home like this?
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[he watches as he sets the book down, still trying not to stare too much, before he nods.]
From what I've heard of the place they come from, it seems like it has about the same level of technology, so that makes sense. [the medieval fantasy vibes...] It was a little like this, yeah. I think this one is a little bit smaller, but I don't mind it.
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His tail swishes at the tip back and forth curiously.]
Bigger? I thought it was supposed to be "former" prince?
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...It is, just not for the reason you're thinking. Castle's still standing, so the room's still there. It's just that it's... empty, now.
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