I didn't make that up. I heard that from another refugee. [ Although, okay, he embellished a bit. ] Apparently that's what vampires are like, where he's from. Or at least, what the stories say. I don't think he ever actually met one.
[ that solves that mystery at least, and it's enough that his attention is now more focused on where it's derived from. though, it's certainly peppered with a curiosity for what this man's world may be like. but, arjuna supposed priorities were priorities...
he follows suit, pressing a hand against it. ] ... do you mean by force? [ he supposed that was possible enough. he doesn't like the idea of expending mana needlessly, but he supposed if the circumstances called for it. though, before investing in that, he supposed he should first ask: ] Would you say physical strength is one of your greater attributes? [ it's worth checking out, right? ]
[He nods to his first question -- force seemed like the only probably solution right now. But to the second one...]
I wouldn't say it's one of my greater ones, but I'm not weak either. [He has muscles!! Small muscles, but like, still.]
[He takes a step back and turned his shoulder towards the wall, before then launching himself against it where thee crack is. The wall doesn't give, but the crack does grow, extending upwards a few more inches.]
He doesn't, of course, but he reaches out none-the-less and ruffles up the other vampire's hair. It's done purposely--he has to stop himself from actually squeezing his fingers and gripping onto his head as if it were a ball. A stress ball. ]
Don't look like that. I can't feel sympathetic.
[ He literally... can't...
But he draws his hand back, finally putting some distance between them. ]
[ while he feels a sense of relief, if just for being able to be spared another situation of uselessly utilizing his mana reserves, he finds out soon enough that perhaps ... this was one of those situations where he should have (and could ideally have) stepped in.
he watches with interest and a touch of sympathy as shell nurses his arm and shoulder. ]
Ah... [ he starts, kind of unsure of how to take this.
--I didn't mean it like that! Don't put words in my mouth!
[Nash says it lightly, but that unspoken accusation hits a sore spot. As calm as he looks right now, the combination of general stress from everything happening now and back home, along with a general anxiety over what he's going to do for food, actually has him in a pretty bad place.]
[But Shell bites back the words the second he says them, turning away with a frown and a sigh.]
A lot of people here don't like to admit it. The tough and solitary type, you know. [ A very stoic lot here, our refugees. ] But I can't even fake it, so... [ He makes a dismissive waving gesture. ]
that comments gets a drawn out pause from arjuna. although he should be aware of the fact that not everyone was familiar with the concept of heroic spirits, his perceived weakness is still an idea that doesn't sit well with him. hence, he likely stares shell down a little longer than he intends. marginally hostile, before he smooths it out from his features. taking on something more calm.
he then leans against the wall and presses it with enough strength to begin cracking the surface. fortunately it helps that skull had already tried his hand making it pretty vulnerable until it begins collapsing. the space it creates is rather small still. but probably enough if someone ... squished through however. hence, arjuna looks at him expectantly. ]
Prudently. Making your body as small as possible ... [ there's a pause, before: ]
You'd do well not to judge strictly by appearances. [ could he use more power? probably...
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