Scenario: J’hasi is asked to teach some lessons at the College of Winterhold to new students. They are all a bit over-enthusiastic about destruction magic.

Considering he’s having major problems getting his own spells to work, having him teach would be ineffective at best and disastrous at worst. He’d be better off teaching something he actually knows, because then he’s not a half-bad teacher. He’d outright refuse if asked, because what in Oblivion are you thinking I can’t teach something I can barely do myself???

If forced, he’d just not show up, consequences be damned. No way is he going to stand up in front of people he doesn’t know and tell them he’s stupid unfit to teach the material.

Bold everything your muse has done (caution: contains multiple common triggers)

Broken a bone | Gotten stitches | Had a near-death experience  | Killed someone | Tried and failed to kill someone | Invented something | Been hungover | Kissed someone | Slow danced |Been in a long-term relationship | Had sex | Had sex and regretted it | Had a one-night stand | Had a threesome | Experimented with their sexuality | Had a kid | Gotten married | Self-harmed |Traveled to another country | Been in a play | Received an inheritance | Been in a car wreck |Lost a loved one | Been dumped | Dumped someone | Smoked | Gotten high  | Been slipped something in their food/drink | Won a contest | Won an election | Joined a sports team | Gone skydiving | Gone hunting | Been in a band | Had a job | Been fired | Been in a wedding party |Owned a pet | Seen a ghost | Skipped class/work | Learned an instrument  | Gotten a noticeable scar | Sued someone | Been robbed | Been mugged | Been kidnapped | Been sexually assaulted | Been brainwashed/hypnotized(?) | Gone more than one day without eating | Had a recurring nightmare | Been bullied | Bullied someone | Seen someone die | Attempted suicide | Been tied/chained up | Shot someone  | Stabbed someone | Saved someone’s life | Cheated on someone | Been cheated on | Had a stalker | Been betrayed | Been in a fight | Been arrested | Been to a funeral | Had surgery | Broken someone’s trust | Gotten a piercing | Gotten a tattoo | Used a fake name | Been tortured | Been abused | Been blackmailed  | Had an attempt on their life |Gotten away with a crime | Gone on a road trip | Been in love

“This doesn’t have to be our last meeting.”

J’hasi frowned, smelling the reek of undead blood, looking over enough to see the mess of recently-hewn vampires rendering into ash behind the stranger.

“Well if it’s going to always be like this, I think I’ll pass.” he said, turning to head another direction into the forest. He could do without the vampires today.

“That’s what I do. I drink and I know things.”

J’hasi frowned a little, despite his attempts to keep his expression fairly neutral.

“Uh-huh…” How old was this kid? The Khajiit put his focus back on his journal, lifting up his tankard to take another drink.

“This doesn’t have to be our last meeting.”

A single brow rose, the Khajiit giving a small pull to Ghost’s mane, signaling her to follow.

“No offense, but I think it would be better for both of us if it was.” Talk like that made him nervous, and the sooner he was on the road, the better he’d feel.

“That’s what I do. I drink and I know things.”

J’hasi’s brows rose along with his tail, the tip curling a little behind him.

“Oh good, then you’ll know where I can get a drink around here.”

“This doesn’t have to be our last meeting.”

His tail swished sharply behind him, ears flicked back. Why were there so many in the thrice-damned cities of all places?

“Try to find me after this and you’ll wish it was.” the Khajiit hissed.

“This doesn’t have to be our last meeting.”

The Khajiit raised a brow, looking over the Nord briefly with a frown.

“Considering we just met, that comes off as more than a little creepy. Do you always talk like that to people?”

“Come with me… now. The dead don’t rest here.”

Fur still puffed from his unexpected brush with a recently-raised corpse, J’hasi was a little surprised to find someone else off the road as far as he was, though it was clear by their dress that they weren’t one of the bandits he was looking for.

“I think I figured that out, thanks.” he said, a little breathless yet from the brief fight in the woods prior.

“Come with me… now. The dead don’t rest here.”

J’hasi’s ears flicked back, muzzle wrinkled as he glared at the source of the undead scent filling his nose.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” he snapped, tone harshly sarcastic.

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