#corglaciem

Jason wants answers, and he wants them immediately.

It’s gotten so bad, he doesn’t really care how he gets them or who he gets them from; all he’s really thinking is of his father, his horrible, deadbeat, power-hungry father, and what he’d do in such a situation. Jupiter isn’t passive. He doesn’t wait for matters to sort themselves out. He takes. 

          Jason will take too, if he has to.

     ❝Bull,❞ he snarls, shoving his elbow under the chin of a stranger in this alley, one of the people whose name slipped past the lips of a cowering informant.  ❝There’s no way you don’t know. I know you’re a doctor, and I know you’re working with them.❞ The scientific gods. Jason’s had enough trouble from real gods; never mind these posers on high.  ❝And you didn’t even bat an eyelash when I said I’d just died and come back to life. I know you know something, now -- hey.❞ 

                   「✍」—» When you had the rather striking ability to remember every minute detail you’d ever seen, things you hadn’t seen before become much more interesting. The inner workings of a particularly unique wrist watch, the previously undiscovered works of a brilliant mathematician, every color that appears in the northern lights at night... and even beautiful girls. And so, in light of catching sight of the latter, Lavi leaned forward from his position leaning against one of the brick walls, long legs carrying him dutifully toward the bobbing blonde hair ahead of him. He had to say, his target was quite beautiful... but that wasn’t the only reason he found an urge to talk to her. Her eyes held something interesting in them, and he wanted to find out just what exactly that thing was.

                   And so cue one Bookman falling into stride with the blonde stranger, head craning down to stare down at her with a friendly smile and a sharp gaze.

          Kaworu finds himself with a question on the tip of his tongue, locked tightly behind his teeth. It isn’t something he can ask just anyone, not the locals at least. Not the ones that seem well melded into whatever society this place has. It doesn’t take him long to find someone that doesn’t seem particularly at ease here, so he assumes they’re fairly new. It’s a public bench the person is seated, so he doesn’t feel bad for taking up the unoccupied side of the seat.